54. Proficient

After leaving the Dark Dimension, the first thing He Shenyan did was not inform Strange that he no longer needed to power the Great Barrier. The Mage did not do that because, right now, he still needed the Great Barrier.

Yes, it was no longer a shield protecting Earth—but He Shenyan now needed Earth to become a Deathmatch Arena.

He closed his eyes, his black robes billowing, and tendrils of psychic power spread across the entire planet in an instant.

Tony waved both hands, releasing a compound fireball spell with slight clumsiness in the vast, oversized basement of his own home. The deep-red fireball, seven meters in radius, smashed into the floor. First came the explosion; then the high temperature turned the shattered remains of the flooring into boiling magma.

Seeing this, he could not help clicking his tongue.

"So this is magic?" Tony tilted his neck, looking at the ring on the middle finger of his right hand. "If I'd known it was this convenient, I would've learned a trick or two myself."

"Maintain at least the most basic reverence for magic, Tony," Wong advised him sternly. "This is a profound art. You may be proficient in combat, but magic—"

His words were cut off by a loud boom. Kara, wearing the same model of armor as them, shot upward at extreme speed and slammed headfirst into the basement ceiling. Dust came pattering down, and her muffled voice came from overhead. "Mr. Wong! How do I cancel this acceleration spell?!"

"...You only need to think about it," Wong said weakly.

Kara did as she was told and soon floated down from the air. Her Kryptonian physical gifts paired with this suit of armor were undoubtedly like adding wings to a tiger—if she did not refuse to use her