Marvel Person: You call this a sorcerer?

Chapter 47 I pierced the villains' anuses?

According to Strange's plan, he would use Mirror Space to lock down the surrounding area.

To prevent explosions and uncontrollable situations from occurring.

Ronan was responsible for "pulling" the shells out of the floor and putting them into a box next to him.

This box was specially made by Stark Industries to store some extremely dangerous items.

Then, Tony Stark was tasked with "dissecting" the bomb to find clues inside.

Having received the benefits, Ronan's hand stopped trembling.

Strange waved his hand and opened a mirror space, enveloping Ronan and himself within it, while expelling everyone else from the mirror space.

"Are you ready?"

"Your hands won't shake anymore, right?"

Strange waved his hands again, and the Ring of Laggardor blocked his way.

Ronan scoffed, ignoring Strange's words, and aimed his hands at the bomb.

The energy whip lashed out instantly.

The moment the red energy whip was lashed out, Strange's pupils contracted slightly.

He could tell that Ronan's energy whip seemed to be somewhat different from his own.

Before he could even figure out what was different, the difference immediately became apparent.

The energy whip actually detached itself from Ronan's hands and flew rapidly toward the cannonball.

The next second, the energy whip wrapped around the cannonball, slowly tightening it little by little.

It's as if an invisible hand is controlling all the movements.

The Strangers were all dumbfounded.

The energy whip can be used like this?

Why doesn't his work?

He looked at Ronan beside him, but Ronan was currently focused on dealing with the bomb in front of him.

He didn't want to lose four or five centimeters at such a young age.

boom!

The moment the energy whip touched the cannonball, a cataclysmic explosion engulfed Ronan and Strange instantly!

A sea of ​​fire stretched across the sky, with raging waves of flame crashing one after another against the walls of the mirror space.

The fiercely burning flames relentlessly devoured everything in the mirror space.

At this moment, the entire mirror space was filled with flames!

"Fuck!"

A swear word caught Tony Stark and his team's attention.

A golden arcane gate appeared behind them, and Ronan and Strange escaped from it in a disheveled state.

Behind them, there was even a towering wave of fire!

Ronan had many burn marks on his body. If he hadn't been quick to protect his face at the last second, his very relatable face would probably have been scarred as well.

Strange wasn't much better off.

Although he had more clothes on, they had become what is known as beggar's attire.

Even his curly hair was affected by the flames, almost giving him another perm.

"What exactly happened?"

"Could it be that a shell exploded?"

Upon seeing the two men in such a disheveled state, Tony Stark's first thought was that the shell had exploded.

Are you sure your hands aren't shaking?

Strange didn't answer Tony Stark's question; instead, he turned to look at Ronan.

Although they were mentally prepared for the shells to explode beforehand.

However, the intensity of the explosion exceeded their expectations.

If it weren't in the mirror space, the intensity of that explosion alone would have affected at least five streets nearby, turning the surrounding area into a sea of ​​fire.

"This isn't just a matter of shaky hands; we've been tricked!"

Ronan spat, a ruthless look he had never seen before appearing on his face.

Although his personality has always been carefree and irresponsible, this time it was completely different from before.

Because someone wants him dead!

"What exactly happened?"

Tony Stark, unable to get a word in edgewise, hurriedly asked.

Ronan took a deep breath and glanced at his right palm, where there was still a burn mark.

"The moment my energy whip touched the cannonball, it detonated instantly!"

"In other words, the fuse that detonated this shell was my magic!"

The more Ronan spoke, the uglier his expression became.

To outsiders, Kamar-Taj's magic and power are actually borrowed from its founder, Vishanti.

However, there are actually differences.

Because everyone has different spellcasting habits, different understandings of spells, and even different levels of proficiency.

Therefore, the spells cast cannot possibly be exactly the same.

Just as no two leaves in the world are exactly alike, so too are monks.

"So, this bomb was aimed at you?"

Strange seemed to understand something.

"That's right, you also used Mirror Space before I used Energy Whip."

"Logically speaking, your spells and magic have also come into contact with this bomb."

"But it was unharmed."

"What does this mean?"

Ronan took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

He knew that anger wouldn't solve anything unless he was a Saiyan.

However, he is not.

Therefore, he must keep a calm mind in order to understand this matter!

"This means that the other party understands your spellcasting habits and your spells."

"Also, he knows about your unique energy whip."

Strange's face also darkened.

Although his relationship with Ronan was only at the level of mutual acquaintance.

But this is inside the New York Temple!

Isn't this move by the other party a slap in the face for Strange?

Ronan took a deep breath, and his brain began to spin rapidly.

Who is it?

Do you want to kill him?

Looking back, Ronan has been as low-key as can be over the past sixteen years.

Even at school, he was just an average student whose grades were above average.

Let alone attracting the attention of such people, even the little girls only coveted Ronan's face.

It's fair to say that Ronan's image in the outside world over the past decade or so has been almost entirely devoid of any redeeming qualities other than his strikingly handsome face.

Not to mention offending people.

Of course, if those school bullies who were beaten up by Ronan could also travel to this universe and drop such a bomb on Ronan...

Ronan didn't have much to say either.

However, what Ronan cared about most was actually something else entirely.

The hooded man knew Ronan's identity, so he traveled through time to find Ronan.

Is it possible that someone else has also thought of this method?

But is this person Ronan's future enemy?

His future enemy wants to kill Ronan in the present so that he can be erased from the future.

This is not impossible!

Thinking of this, Ronan's expression became even more strange.

What exactly did my future self do?

Did they somehow manage to pierce the villains' anuses?

A book is to be sacrificed!

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Lu Bu, an ultimate fan of the Three Kingdoms, wakes up to find himself transported to the Three Kingdoms era, now known as Lü Bu. The year is Jian'an 3, and Cao Cao's army, numbering 100,000, has completely besieged Xiapi...

His initial goal was simply to live with a smile.

But to everyone's surprise, with the help of the simulated cultivation system, the path ahead became wider and wider.

On the White Gate Tower, he was a war god who refused to yield to fate: "My destiny is in my own hands, not in the heavens. Whether I live or die, it is up to me!"

In Zhao Family Village, Changshan, he was a close brother who slept side-by-side with Zhao Yun: "Having Zilong is like adding wings to a tiger!"

On Wolonggang, he was a gentleman who respected and valued talent, never one to fight, and who visited Zhuge Liang's thatched cottage three times. "Liangzi, look, I've come three times already, won't you come down from the mountain and help me out?"

Zhuge Liang: "I am a rustic from Nanyang, and I have long enjoyed farming. I am too lazy to engage in worldly affairs. Please forgive me for not being able to obey your orders."

Lu Bu: "Liangzi, you have the greatest intelligence in the world, and I have the greatest martial prowess. If we join forces, we can conquer the world with just one wave of troops!"

Zhuge Liang: "My ideas differ from yours, General. Please allow me to return."

Lü Bu wept and said, "If you, sir, do not step forward, what will become of the common people!"

Zhuge Liang simply turned his back and did not respond.

Disappointed, Lü Bu walked out of the thatched hut. Near the door, still unwilling to give up, he said, "Liangzi, I have a daughter, eighteen years old, skilled in both literature and martial arts, and as beautiful as a flower..."

Zhuge Liang quickly caught up, bowed deeply, and said, "To fulfill your ambitions, General..."

(End of this chapter)