In Thanos's eyes, the cunning Earthlings would only dodge, but Baldy's response surprised him somewhat. The bald man neither dodged nor evaded. Instead, he planted his feet and thrust out his spear, stabbing upward at Thanos's chest from an imperfect stance.
Oh? For an instant, Thanos actually sensed danger. He was somewhat surprised. To him, this battle was merely a game; even blowing up Negative Space was just a game. His true goal had always been to seek death—to find someone who could kill him.
He likewise did not dodge Gungnir. He merely remembered Baldy's face. This was a tough guy. He had come up, said two words, and immediately wanted to perish with him. A hero!
From far away, Daisy controlled Gungnir. She truly did not know about Mindless Armor. Seeing Thanos neither dodge nor evade, she could only change tactics. She could not trade a subordinate's life for Thanos's, especially since she knew the spear could not kill him.
Baldy twisted sideways, barely avoiding the vital spot.
This guy's body was far too stiff. Controlling him was like controlling a game character with obvious input lag. Her command had already been sent out through that thread of Phoenix Force, yet this guy fought against her control and was several beats too slow.
Thanos's punch was slightly faster than expected. By the time Baldy turned sideways, the enemy's casserole-sized fist was already before him, while Gungnir's golden spearhead stabbed toward Thanos's chest. Their very first exchange carried the momentum of mutual destruction.
"Mr. Sitwell!" Spider-Man was stunned. He could sense the murderous aura around Thanos. This was absolutely a demon who had slaughtered countless people. Yet Mr. Sitwell was being this resolute? Was he going to perish with the enemy the moment they met? What an unyielding temperament!
Damn!