Superman

"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 participants in the war, 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 going home.

Those terrifying evil spirits that roam this place in groups and are 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 will 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 are weak, they are "wild beasts" who have lost their senses and have no thinking.

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 participants.

You can choose to fight.

You can also choose to...escape.

"No matter who he 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 windbreaker 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 are crisscrossed all over, making it look particularly scary.

Whoosh!

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.

"It's 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 comes into view is a black dot.

To Yunji's eyes, it looks like a big steel can.

Iron Man also comes to participate in the battle for hegemony?

But Tony Stark wouldn't wear such bulky armor, would he?

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's nothing I can do about it, Strange is too ordinary.

The performance in the first entry game was neither outstanding nor impressive.

More often than not, they rely on trickery to get through.

On the contrary, Thor and Loki, a brother-sister duo with beautiful and macho looks, gained a wave of popularity and became popular contestants.

"How long has it been since I tasted the mage soul of Karma Taj?"

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.

Whoosh!

The sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded.

A palm covered with hard scales, like a hand made of black iron, grabbed at 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!

"Fake!"

The smile on the handsome young man's face did not last long before it solidified.

Then, it turned into a twisted and ferocious body 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 continuously and almost fell over.

He didn't even realize the danger was coming and was directly attacked by a wave of fatal attacks.

"Witch Heart Demon!"

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 the Lord of Hell and the most popular contestant in the Supreme Mage Battle.

Witch heart demon!

"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 facing off against Zidane and Messi.

Apart from a one-sided crushing ending, I can no longer think of any possibility.

I wonder if that Superman is reliable?

…

…

"This poor guy!"

“It’s so interesting!”

"When the strongest meets the weakest... is there any need to think about it?"

"The unlucky mage of Kama Taj, there are still people betting on him to win all three games? I'm afraid not even his underwear will lose!"

"..."

There was a lot of discussion in Wumen Bar, and those guests watching the live broadcast were looking forward to a brutal killing without any suspense.

The Devil in the Heart, the Son of Hell, the descendant of the old devil Mephisto.

A guy like him cannot have any kindness or weakness in his heart.

Just like a cat playing with a mouse, it tortures the enemy, plays with the opponent, and finally takes away the body and soul together.

This is what the devil should do!

In addition, Kama Taj does not stipulate that the opponent's life must not be harmed.

Therefore, most people believe that with the devil's bad temperament, he will never miss the opportunity to humiliate the three holy places and anger the Supreme Mage.

Execute and kill an arcane mage in front of them.

"Mephisto would be happy to see this!"

"yes!"

"It would be more interesting if we could bring out the old devil and the Supreme Mage..."

The customers in Wumen Bar are all a bunch of gourmets, and they always have the idea of ​​just watching the excitement and not being afraid of big troubles.

I wish Hell World could have a fight with Kama Taj, the more intense the better.

Of course, the premise is that your own safety is not affected.

"Should I lose all my money in one round and go bankrupt to pay off my debts?"

Rocket Raccoon was sitting on the table, a little worried.

It stared at the live broadcast screen, and all in its mind were the terrifying scenes of being wanted by Gao Tianzun and being caught as a pet on Saka Planet.

"Hey, that's not right, where is that guy Luke? This should be his chance to appear!"

According to Earth's war game, Strange is just a cheap pawn.

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!

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"I said, aren't you a mage?"

The Witch Heart Demon asked expressionlessly while adjusting 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 immunity 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 need to wear heavy armor?"

"..."

The witch-hearted demon was so angry that he asked angrily.

If it were other arcane mages, they would have died under his own attack.

However, Strange's magic resistance equipment, which did not meet his positioning, 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.

"Besides, it has just been proven that it works."

When Strange answered, he did not forget to ridicule.

In terms of drawing hatred, he is equally matched with Iron Man Tony Stark.

"Is it?"

As expected, the Witch Heart Demon felt offended, his black trench coat made a rustling sound, and a miserable cold wind lingered around him.

"Master Strange, let me let you know that shrinking in a turtle shell will only make your death worse!"