A portal opened high above the outskirts of Miami, and two figures shot out, flying fast toward the coordinates Tony had provided.
In barely a dozen seconds, they were already hovering over an estate.
Harry had cast a Disillusionment Charm long ago, hiding both of them completely.
Down below, even if someone stared straight up, they'd see nothing but empty sky—no trace of their presence at all.
Tony leisurely ordered JARVIS to scan the area. A moment later, the returned data made him nod.
"Yep. This should be the place."
But when he read the detailed scan report, his brows furrowed. The security presence below was laughably weak.
Only a handful of guards patrolled, spread thin and loose, and the defensive setup was crude—nothing like the main base of a world-class terrorist organization.
He'd already suspected as much, but the sight still left him disappointed. Tony shook his head.
"Looks like this estate isn't the Ten Rings' headquarters. But since we're here, we may as well dig up whatever clues we can.
"Come on, Harry. Let's wipe these terrorists out and see if we can squeeze anything useful out of them."
Just as Tony was about to move, Harry stopped him. He smiled mysteriously and said evenly, "Not yet. This is perfect timing—let me test a new spell I just learned. We'll give them a friendly greeting."
"A greeting?" Tony's curiosity immediately got the better of him. "What kind?"
Then he watched Harry raise his wand.
At the tip, magic gathered—slow, almost sticky—as a dazzling blue array began forming with painstaking precision.
The moment the array's outline appeared, before it was even complete, Tony felt a jolt of pure instinctive dread—like dancing on the edge of a cliff.
That danger rolled over him like a physical wave. His heart tightened hard.
He backed away several meters without thinking, staring grimly at the intricate, densely layered blue array.
If he had to guess, whatever Harry was casting now was absurdly powerful.
Even when Harry fired his maximum-output super electromagnetic cannon, Tony never felt like death was breathing down his neck the way he did right now.
So what the hell was this?
Harry himself wasn't fully comfortable with it—this was only the second time he'd ever used the spell.
Minutes passed.
Finally, after relentless effort, the array stabilized into a complete formation, blazing with harsh blue radiance.
The instant it locked into place, the blue light twisted violently.
Then the array began compressing the space around it, centered on itself, forming a transparent, high-speed vortex at the wand's tip.
The vortex gradually slowed—
And the blue array vanished without a trace.
In its place was a tiny, pitch-dark dot.
It was so small it was almost impossible to notice… and yet it radiated a heavy, suffocating sense of pressure that made your bones feel dense.
It was like a bottomless abyss, something that could swallow everything. Light around it bent subtly, and everything nearby seemed to be tugged toward it by an invisible giant hand.
Harry's palm veins stood out as he fought to control the dot, but it still drifted, slow and stubborn.
Then it slipped free from his wand and began to fall—one fraction at a time—accelerating as it dropped.
Only then did Tony realize he'd been holding his breath the whole time. He sucked in air hard and blurted, "Harry, what is that spell? What's the principle? That looks like a black hole!"
Harry grinned. "When I was experimenting, I accidentally discovered that with the Space Stone, you can compress space itself.
"After that, I used a spatial array to reproduce the compression process, briefly stabilizing the compressed spatial singularity… and then firing it out.
"And most importantly—compressed space has gravity too. The pull isn't any weaker than a real black hole's."
Tony was about to ask just how destructive it was—
But before the last word left Harry's mouth, the fully compressed spatial singularity detonated below.
The dense layer of magic wrapped around the singularity dispersed, and an unimaginable gravitational force erupted outward from the black point.
Flowerbeds, trees, stone flooring, furniture—everything—was yanked into the air and dragged screaming toward the singularity.
In mid-flight, matter warped and tore apart, shredded into fragments, and swallowed at terrifying speed.
Under that extreme gravity, even light couldn't escape. The estate dimmed instantly, as if a twisted black void had opened in broad daylight.
There was no sound.
Only disappearance.
Only the quiet, total erasure of everything.
When the singularity began tearing at the estate's most luxurious villa, Harry finally snapped his fingers, deliberately breaking the singularity's stability.
The moment stability collapsed, the compressed space rebounded—expanding at a shocking rate and violently ejecting everything it had crushed and dragged in.
Walls were ripped apart by the explosive repulsive force. A few seconds later—aside from the villa Harry had deliberately protected—everything else had been flattened into ruins.
Tony stared, slack-jawed.
Slowly, he turned to Harry, his voice hoarse with disbelief.
"Huh? That was your 'friendly greeting'?"
He looked at Harry. Then down at the wreckage. Words piled up in his throat and refused to come out.
A greeting?
You dropped that, and we don't even need to fight anymore.
They're all dead. Who are we supposed to fight?
You couldn't leave me one enemy so I could warm up?
Tony's expression went mournful. He sighed and asked, genuinely worried, "You hit them with that—are there even any survivors left? We still need intel."
Harry patted him with his voice. "Relax. I can sense one person still alive inside the villa. He's probably the highest-ranking one here. He's fine. We'll get what we need from him."
"Good." Tony finally exhaled. Then he raised an eyebrow. "By the way… what did you call that spell?"
Harry answered casually, "The gravity phase is Chibaku Tensei. The repulsion phase is Shinra Tensei."
"Chibaku Tensei? Shinra Tensei?" Tony paused, then his face darkened. "Ha. Do you think I haven't watched Naruto?"
…
Inside the only mostly intact villa, the Mandarin huddled in a corner with two women in ragged clothes that exposed a lot of skin. His body trembled uncontrollably.
In the past, the Mandarin might have been old but still full of fire—two beauties pressed close like this would've already turned into hands-on "combat."
But right now, he had no thoughts like that at all.
If he weren't terrified that moving them would expose his hiding spot and draw whatever monster was outside, he would've kicked those two "annoying women" out on the spot.
Damn it—did a superhero find him?
But which one could make this kind of disaster without even showing their face?
Tony Stark?
No. Stark wasn't on this level.
Wait—
The Mandarin suddenly thought of a figure with near-mythic status.
This hero wasn't as famous to the general public as Iron Man or Spider-Man…
But anyone with real influence knew the truth.
This was the strongest one.
The Sorcerer Supreme.
Crackle—sparks burst.
The Mandarin stared in shock as a portal opened in front of him, and two people stepped out.
One wore an Iron Man suit covered in strange runes.
The other wore a silver-white cloak embroidered with delicate star patterns, his face hidden behind gray mist—exactly the legendary image people associated with the Sorcerer Supreme.
The moment he saw them, the Mandarin knew it was over.
He chose survival instantly, dropping to his knees and shouting, "I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!"
…
A short while later, leaving the shattered estate behind, both Harry and Tony frowned.
From the Mandarin's confession, it was clear: he wasn't the real Mandarin at all—just a puppet the mastermind had pushed to the front.
Worse, he was a disposable pawn. He didn't know where the terrorists' real base was.
But Harry dug through his mind and pulled out the image of the true leader. When Harry projected the man's face, Tony's eyes widened.
"It's him. Killian."
"You know him?" Harry asked.
Tony's expression turned complicated.
"Years ago, he pitched me his Extremis research. He wanted my investment and support.
"I wasn't interested. And while I was… busy 'sparring' with his partner, I left him waiting on a balcony all night.
"Maybe that's when he started hating me. That's why he came after me and Happy."
Harry went silent for a beat.
No wonder the guy hated you.
You sleep with his woman and make him stand guard on the balcony.
So yeah—Tony before becoming Iron Man really was a first-class scumbag.
Putting ancient history aside, the real problem remained.
How were they supposed to find Killian's current location?
Right then, a panel popped up in front of both of them—an incoming message from Coulson.
Coulson looked frantic.
"Harry, Tony—bad news. The President's been captured!"
Tony's face twisted darkly. Teeth clenched, he hissed, "The bastard's got some nerve. He actually dared to kidnap the President."
He was about to discuss a rescue plan with Harry—
Only to see Harry looking thrilled.
"Perfect. The President got grabbed—Killian finally showed his hand."
Tony: "???"
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