But his magic leaned more toward defense, control, and dimensional manipulation. If he wanted to quickly destroy these hard, magically protected stone statues without wrecking the surrounding buildings or harming innocent bystanders, it became extremely tricky. His magic whip bound one statue, and another charged in right after it—things got chaotic fast.
"Wong! Help me stabilize the Mirror Dimension! We can't let them spread out!"
"I'm trying, Strange! There are too many of these things!"
Right then, a bald figure strolled straight through the edge of Doctor Strange's protective barrier (as if the barrier didn't exist at all) and walked into the middle of the statues.
It was Saitama.
He looked like he'd come out to buy groceries and just happened to pass by.
A Greek-style Heracles statue swung a stone club down at him. Saitama leaned aside and dodged. The club smashed the ground into a huge crater. Saitama casually threw a punch at the statue's chest.
Bang!
Cracks spread across its chest and it stumbled back a few steps. But the magical light in its eyes flickered—and the cracks started slowly repairing themselves. It charged again.
"Huh? Pretty tough~" Saitama got a little interested.
Another statue thrust a polearm at him from the side. Saitama hopped up to avoid it and, in midair, kicked toward the statue's head. The statue's head snapped to the side, but it still didn't break.
Saitama landed and watched the statues that could slowly recover after being knocked down, or keep attacking even with a limb smashed off. He tilted his head.
He noticed that every time he attacked their heads the light in their eyes would flicker violently and their recovery would slow down.
"Is the weak point there?"
A towering statue in Viking armor raised a battle axe and chopped down. This time Saitama didn't dodge. Facing the falling axe, he fired a perfectly timed uppercut and hit the statue right between the brows.
Crack!
A crisp shattering sound rang out—not from a skull, but from a magic crystal embedded inside the statue's brow. As the crystal shattered, the light in the statue's eyes went out instantly. Its whole body seemed to lose all support, collapsing with a clatter into a pile of real, lifeless rubble—and it didn't regenerate anymore.
"Oh. Figures," Saitama said, understanding immediately.
After that, the fight turned into an efficient "disassembly game."
Saitama's figure weaved through the statue crowd. Every move he made came with the sharp crack of a crystal breaking, followed by another statue collapsing. Fists, fingers, palms each strike precisely hit the brow of a statue. No matter how they tried to block or dodge (their movements were sluggish anyway), they couldn't stop those plain-looking attacks.
A punch to an Egyptian pharaoh statue's brow—crack!
A kick to a Japanese samurai statue's forehead—crack!
A hand-chop through the gap of a medieval knight statue's visor—crack!
In less than ten minutes, the dozens of magical statues that had been rampaging through the streets were all reduced to piles of broken stone on the ground. The magical glow vanished completely. The street returned to peace, with only the sound of a few pebbles still rolling.
Doctor Strange slowly descended, his red Cloak of Levitation fluttering behind him. He looked at the rubble everywhere, then at the bald man brushing stone dust off his clothes. He let out a breath—relieved, but also filled with a deep sense of powerlessness.
He'd poured so much into studying magic…
…and someone else solved a magic disaster in the most physical way possible.
(End of Chapter)
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