"It feels so good to be back in hell."
A handsome young man with a pale face opened his hands and said intoxicatedly.
He took a deep breath, like a serious smog lover, with a satisfied look on his face.
The black windbreaker was floating and rippled.
For other combatants, the desolate and harsh living environment in the lower levels of hell is simply unbearable.
But in his eyes, it was so ordinary, as if he had long been used to it.
It's like coming home.
Those terrifying evil spirits that wandered around this place in groups and were full of ferocious auras.
Those burning, unpleasant, throat-itching sulfur fumes.
Those chaotic magic powers that are full of impurities and difficult to absorb...
It doesn't seem to have any impact, but it's pleasant.
"Hell... I think this is going to be a fun hunt."
The handsome young man walked forward. The reptilian creatures hiding in the shadows of the corner shrank and trembled, as if they were afraid.
This uninvited guest does not look like a weak soul who was exiled and ended up here.
The opponent exudes a natural coercion, like a predator occupying the top of the food chain.
That familiar aura makes people shy away and not dare to provoke him.
What are the children of the Lord of Hell doing here?
After layers of fighting, the evil spirits became stronger and speculated.
When they were weak, they were "Beast" who lost their minds and had no thoughts.
But as you eat one thin soul after another and absorb those complex memories, you will become more cunning.
"There is... prey ahead."
Before the handsome young man could say a few words of emotion, the beacon he held began to heat up.
According to the rules of the competition, both sides will issue a warning whenever they are close to competing combatants.
You can choose to fight.
You can also choose to... escape.
"Whoever it is, he is very unlucky because he met me."
The handsome young man's feet were off the ground, and a corner of his black trench coat was lifted.
On his back, a pair of dark wings grew.
The pale skin that originally looked like it had not been exposed to the sun for a long time was now somewhat transparent.
The dark blood vessels were crisscrossed all over, making it look particularly terrifying.
Uh-huh!
Every time he flapped his wings, the handsome young man seemed to flash and rush out an extremely long distance.
It didn't take long for him to find his target.
"Really unwary."
Flying in mid-air, using the cover of dense clouds, the handsome young man did not reveal his whereabouts.
He stared at the heavy figure below, somewhat speechless.
What is that guy doing?
What came into view was a black dot.
To Yunji's eyes, it looked like a big steel can.
Iron Man also came to participate in the battle for hegemony?
But Tony-Stark wouldn't wear such bulky armor, right?
A series of question marks popped up from his head.
"Stephen-Strange, a mage."
It took a long time for the handsome young man to determine the identity of the other party.
Although he knew his competitors well, he still struggled to remember them for a long time.
There is no way, whoever calls Strange is too ordinary.
The performance in the first entry game was neither outstanding nor impressive.
They rely more on trickery to get through.
On the contrary, Thor and Loki, this brother-sister combination, with their beautiful and macho looks, gained a wave of popularity and became popular contestants.
"How long has it been since I tasted Kamar-Taj's mage soul?"
An evil light flashed in the eyes of the handsome young man, like a hungry man seeing abundant food.
The dark demon wings vibrated violently and pounced downwards.
Uh-huh!
The sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded.
A palm covered with hard scales, like a hand made of black iron, grabbed Strange's solid heavy armor.
The handsome young man is very confident. After becoming a semi-demon, his skin is strong enough to withstand armor-piercing bullets, and his strength can penetrate steel.
Boom!
Click!
"Farke!"
The smile on the handsome young man's face did not last long before it solidified.
Then, it turned into a twisted and ferocious creature that felt severe pain.
The muscles were bulging and the strong arm covered with scales seemed to have hit an indestructible copper wall.
Suddenly bent into an astonishing arc, the white bones were exposed, and dark brown blood flowed, as thick and hot as oil.
It fell to the ground and smoke emitted "chichi".
"What happened?"
Strange stepped back again and again, almost falling over.
He didn't even realize the danger was coming and was directly attacked by a wave of fatal attacks.
"Blackheart!"
Through a slit in the steel helmet, Strange saw the handsome young man and couldn't help but take a step back.
That's right.
This guy who attacked him.
He is the son of Hell Lord and the number one favorite of Sorcerer Supreme Tournament.
Blackheart!
"I am too unlucky."
Strange said with a headache.
The little transparent person who is least favored meets the most popular one.
This is simply like an unknown young football player going head-to-head with Zidane and Messi.
Apart from a one-sided crushing ending, no possibility can be imagined.
I don't know, is that Superman reliable?
"Poor guy!"
"It's really interesting!"
"When the strongest meets the weakest... is there any need to think about it?"
"Kamar-Taj's unlucky mage, someone actually bets on him to win all three games? I'm afraid not even his underwear will lose!"
"..."
There was a lot of discussion in No Doors Bar, and those guests watching the live broadcast were looking forward to a brutal killing without any suspense.
Blackheart, Hellspawn, the descendants of the old devil Mephisto.
There can be no kindness or weakness in a guy like him.
Just like a cat playing with a mouse, to torture the enemy, play with the opponent, and finally take away the body and soul together.
This is what the devil should do!
Plus Kamar-Taj, there is no rule not to harm the opponent's life.
Therefore, most people believe that with the devil's bad temperament, he will never miss the opportunity to humiliate Three Sanctuaries and anger Sorcerer Supreme.
In front of them, execute and kill one Mystic Arts Master.
"Mephisto will definitely be happy to see this kind of scene!"
"Yes!"
"It would be more interesting if we could bring out the old devil and Sorcerer Supreme..."
The guests in No Doors Bar are all a bunch of gourmet people. They always have the idea of watching the excitement and not being afraid of big troubles.
I wish Hell World could have a fight with Kamar-Taj, the more intense the better.
Of course, the premise is that your own safety is not affected.
"I'm not going to lose all my money in one go, go bankrupt, and go to sea to pay off my debts, right?"
Rocket Raccoon, who was sitting on the table, was a little worried.
It stared at the live broadcast screen, and all in its mind were the terrifying scenes of being wanted by Grandmaster and catching Sakaar as a pet.
"Hey, that's not right, where is that guy Luke? This should be his chance to appear!"
According to Earth's war chess game, Strange is just a cheap chess piece.
It doesn't have much effect other than increasing bonds.
But Superman is different. He is a shining three-star five-cost chess piece that can change the situation of the battle!
"I said, aren't you a mage?"
Blackheart asked expressionlessly while setting his bones.
He had never seen any mage put on such an incredibly strong and heavy armor for himself.
Not only is the spell circuit engraved, but it also has magic resistance and is immune to physical damage.
The rebound attack against hell creatures has a critical hit effect.
"Where's your wand? Why are you carrying a shield?"
"Where is your robe? Why do you wear heavy armor?"
"..."
Blackheart was furious and asked angrily.
If it were other Mystic Arts Master, he would have died under his own attack.
However, Strange's magic resistance equipment did not meet its positioning, but it left him with nowhere to start.
"No one stipulates that mages can't wear armor, right?"
Strange said angrily.
He held the shield with both hands to guard against the fierce attack that might come at any time.
"And, as we've just proven, it works."
When Strange answered, he did not forget to ridicule.
In terms of attracting hatred, he is equally matched with Iron Man Tony-Stark.
"Really?"
As expected, Blackheart felt offended, his black trench coat rustled, and the miserable cold wind lingered around him.
"Sorcerer Strange, then I will let you know that hiding in a turtle shell will only make your death worse!"