After the vicious battle, Tony was barely breathing. His armor had become exceptionally heavy due to damage to its endoskeleton system. He struggled to raise his head and watched the black-and-gold figure walk toward Killian, asking in confusion, "Who are you?"
Killian was equally full of questions. Blasted away by the Pulse Cannon, he climbed to his feet in a bedraggled state and frowned. "What are you trying to do?"
Ignoring both of their questions, Michael calmly raised his right hand. He made a gesture and turned his palm. Streaks of fire traced a circular Magic Circle out of thin air, abruptly exploding against Killian's face. Killian was blasted into several more backward somersaults, looking rather comical.
But his powerful physique and regenerative abilities meant he had not truly been harmed. He had merely been enraged by such a provocative act. Killian climbed to his feet and glared angrily at Michael. His fury seemed to take the form of real flames, spilling from his pores and swirling around him.
Who cared who this guy was? He was now an "Ultimate Being," the most perfect species. Even if it was the Leader of Hydra, anyone who dared stand in his way would end up burned to ashes!
Destroying Stark's prized Iron Man armor with his bare hands had greatly boosted Killian's confidence. It was as though he had truly become the strongest being on the planet. He did not take this newly appeared nuisance seriously at all, and could not even be bothered to investigate why the other man had suddenly attacked him.
It was just another ridiculous metal shell. He could tear it to pieces in minutes.
Killian arched his back, gathering strength like a cheetah about to sprint. His speed exploded as he launched himself forward, his body slicing