"Hahaha."
The Mandarin's hoarse laughter rang out, but his gaze grew colder.
No one had ever been allowed to provoke him over and over again. No one!
"Interesting. It's been a long time since I met anyone as interesting as you. Have you decided how you want to die?"
"I can give you a choice."
The Mandarin spoke slowly. For a moment, his voice was the only sound echoing around the deserted villa.
Tony raised an eyebrow, his lips curling upward as well. "I'm hard to kill. Even God can't take me. If you think you've got what it takes, come on."
As he spoke, Tony spread his hands in an openly provocative gesture.
At that, The Mandarin said nothing more. He simply raised his hand, and the ring on his left index finger lit up. A red beam instantly burst from that finger.
At the same time, Tony's eyes lit up, and two beams blasted from them.
Boom!
A violent explosion rang out.
Their energy beams collided fiercely in midair.
The violent blast engulfed the space between them, cutting them off from each other.
At the sight, The Mandarin's expression changed. The ring on his left ring finger instantly lit up, enormously amplifying his mental power. A psychic storm surged straight toward Tony!
An ordinary person would inevitably fall victim to an invisible, intangible psychic attack, but Tony, who had fused with the Sheep Talisman, had also attained a terrifying level of mental power.
Thus, the moment The Mandarin's psychic assault approached him, Tony sensed it.
With a thought, Tony sent his formidable mental power crashing head-on into it.
Bang!
A soundless collision occurred, and blood suddenly spilled from The Mandarin's mouth and nose.
Clashes of mental power were exceptionally dangerous. He had never expected Tony to be proficient