While Tony's thoughts wandered, Ratso's assault showed no sign of stopping. His fists rained down on Tony like a raging storm.
Tony had no intention of fighting back, either. He remained on the defensive the entire time.
In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged a thousand moves, and Tony had gained a thorough understanding of Ratso's strength, including his uncanny speed.
As a Shadow General, Ratso was even more attuned to the Shadow Kingdom than Tony was, so he could use it to teleport elsewhere in the middle of a fight.
That had nothing to do with speed. It was entirely due to the properties of the Shadow Kingdom, which explained why even Tony couldn't track his movements.
He wasn't in the real world at all, so how could he leave any trace of his movements behind?
Of course, Tony could figure this out so easily only because he was the ruler of the Shadowkhan. Anyone else could spend a hundred years studying it and get nowhere.
"All right, let's head back."
Tony looked at the panting Ratso and spoke with a faint smile.
At his words, Ratso gave him an awed look and silently nodded.
During their exchange, he had given it everything he had, yet he hadn't even touched the hem of Tony's clothes. That was something he hadn't expected.
For a moment, the fervor in his gaze as he looked at Tony grew even stronger.
Meanwhile, a meeting concerning Tony was taking place in the S.H.I.E.L.D. conference room.
The reason for this meeting was Zarathos.
Previously, Zarathos had been evasive about why he had fled back. But once he saw Dormammu at S.H.I.E.L.D., his attitude changed completely.
If even Dormammu had fled back, wasn't it perfectly normal for him to do the same?
So when