Seeing Andrew suddenly make his move, Magneto hurriedly raised his hands. The steel beneath Andrew's feet abruptly dented and warped, wrapping tightly around his feet like boots.
Immediately after, a massive amount of steel atop the Tower transformed into spears and shot densely at Andrew from above and below, as if thousands of troops and horses were hurling spears at once.
Coulson and the others couldn't help but cry out. Magneto truly lived up to his name—one man was comparable to an entire army.
"Kid, you're dead."
Magneto looked smug. This move actually had a follow-up—if Andrew managed to block those steel spears, Magneto would fuse them all together into a giant iron ball. When that happened, whether Andrew was a Kung Fu Master or a Jedi, he would still die.
Just then, a figure appeared out of thin air in front of Magneto and said with a smile, "Surprise!"
"That's impossible!"
Magneto's face was filled with shock. Then, thinking of something, he asked in alarm, "You can teleport?"
"My speed is even faster than Teleportation."
Andrew shrugged and said, "The moment you made your move, I jumped into the air. Because I was too fast, an afterimage remained where I'd been. Tsk, tsk, such a grand display just to deal with an afterimage. You really are worthy of being the Iron King."
"I'm Magneto!"
Magneto's face flushed red with fury. He shouted, "You think you've won? This battle has only just begun."
"I know you prepared plenty of methods, but sorry, from the moment I stood before you, you already lost."
Andrew said, "Iron King, look into my eyes."
Magneto subconsciously looked into Andrew's eyes. He saw two flames—two pitch-black flames capable of igniting his soul.
Eye of Judgment, activated.
Countless scenes filled with sin surfaced in Magneto's mind.