Battle of New York (2)

The top floor of Stark Tower was a complete wreck.

Tony and Thor were like two bulls, grappling with each other. Energy blasts and Thor's Hammer flashed wildly, smashing the surrounding walls and furniture to pieces.

Outside, Manhattan had already become a sea of fire. Chitauri bombardment rained down from the sky, and shrieks and explosions merged into one continuous roar.

Loki stood to one side, holding a glass of wine with a sickly smile on his face as he admired his handiwork.

Just then, a deafening boom drowned out every other sound on the battlefield.

A streak of golden light shattered the remaining floor-to-ceiling windows and hovered in the center of the hall. As the light faded, Chu Hang appeared. Flowing golden energy wrapped around him, and his eyes shone with a frightening brightness.

He glanced at the city outside, which looked like hell, then at the two men still rolling around on the floor. His brow furrowed deeply.

"Have you two idiots had enough?"

His voice was not loud, but both Tony and Thor stopped fighting. They looked up at Chu Hang hovering in midair, and his aura made them instinctively feel pressured.

"There's a war going on outside, and you're playing wrestling in here?" Chu Hang's voice dripped with contempt. "Is this how Asgardians teach their heirs? Or is infighting a Stark family tradition?"

Tony's face immediately turned red. He climbed to his feet and dusted himself off.

Thor also stood up, gripping his hammer with an awkward expression.

"He..."

"I don't want to hear it." Chu Hang cut him off and turned his gaze toward Loki.

The smile had vanished from Loki's face. This man had punched the Destroyer apart in New Mexico. From Chu Hang, he sensed something similar to Odin.

"Mortal, you..."

Chu Hang