บท 500: IMUC Chapter 496 Setting Kyle as the Target
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Inside the Mirror Dimension in London.
Faced with Strange's questioning words, the Ancient One did not immediately respond.
Her clean, white face remained as calm as ever, as she stood against the gust of wind blowing toward her, quietly observing Kyle, who stood on the floating platform 500 meters away, seemingly in control of everything.
The Ancient One let out an inaudible sigh in her heart.
Even though she had lived and practiced for hundreds of years, glimpsed the mysteries of the universe, founded Kamar-Taj, and transcended mundane concerns, the worries and cares of being Earth's guardian lingered in her mind like endless rainclouds.
She was tired and weary.
She knew she could not keep Earth safe according to rules and logic, especially against potential enemies like Dormammu, who, by nature, defied logic and understanding.
When she saw Kyle appear out of nowhere during World War II, the Ancient One did not feel that her burden had lessened. Instead, her concern deepened, and she secretly observed Kyle without making contact.
Perhaps Strange was right.
She had always feared and dreaded Kyle, a feeling that had persisted from World War II to the present. Every moment, every second, she wanted to gain ground, but this man kept moving forward, making it a luxury even to catch up.
"Strange."
The Ancient One seemed to be making some kind of decision, her gaze becoming determined as she asked quietly, "Do you know why I brought you here?"
"Huh, why?"
Strange scratched his head, looked at the battle hundreds of feet away, and guessed, "To... help?"
As Strange finished speaking, skyscrapers were systematically collapsing on the battlefield.
Several crescent-shaped slashes were cut into the base of a falling building, creating a man-sized hole.
Corvus Glaive crawled awkwardly out of the structure, his hair disheveled and his black and gray cloak already in tatters, as he looked up at the sky with a grim look on his face.
"What is this? Are you afraid to face me in close combat? Are you afraid...?"
Before Corvus Glaive could finish his words, a blinding beam of light descended from the sky, instantly traversing hundreds of yards and almost ignoring the spatial distance to arrive directly in front of him.
His pupils instinctively constricted as Corvus Glaive's eyes reflected a humanoid figure blazing with brilliant flames, dragging a trail of light behind him, and a foot moving faster than light.
"Have you ever been kicked at the speed of light?"
As the phrase echoed faintly in his ears, Corvus Glaive did not react before the kick, as swift as divine retribution, fell upon him.
Not only was it fast enough to be invisible to the naked eye, but the force of the kick was so immense that it exploded into a massive shockwave at the point of impact.
Boom! Boom! Boom!'
Corvus Glaive was unceremoniously tossed aside like a skipping stone, skimming across the floor of buildings and carving a 50-meter-long trail before crashing headfirst into an upright structure. The ten-story apartment building crumbled with a rumble.
"Is that Mr. Kyle? So strong!"
Witnessing this scene, Strange forced a smile, denying himself with a bitter laugh. "I misspoke earlier. Forget about joining the fight to help; at my current level, if Mr. Kyle and the others can't handle it, even ten of me would only be rushing to my death."
"So it's obvious that you didn't bring me here to fight, did you bring me here to observe?"
Strange looked at the Ancient One, waiting for her answer.
The Ancient One returned his gaze, gave him a pensive look, and said calmly and firmly, "Strange. I brought you here so that you could see with your own eyes the strength of Earth's best fighters and potential enemies.
Strange continued to smile bitterly and spread his hands before speaking. "I have seen it now, the chasm-like gap between them and me. Even if I get within a hundred meters of the battlefield, the aftermath alone could probably kill me."
The Ancient One calmly said, "Knowing the gap is good; what I fear is not knowing it. Knowing the Gap and understanding yourself... that makes it possible to catch up!"
"What do you mean, Ancient One?"
Strange's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.
"My meaning should be obvious."
The Ancient One shifted her gaze from Strange back to the distant Kyle, burning with a brilliant flame, radiant and dazzling like the sun. "I want you to make this man your goal, to keep moving forward until you surpass him!"
To pursue, to surpass.
To go beyond the limits of a Sorcerer, this was the hope the Ancient One had for Strange!
"Surpass Mr. Kyle?" Strange, upon hearing this, was completely stunned and unable to speak.
In the midst of battle.
Kyle's figure stood tall and perfect, dressed in casual clothes, he was surrounded by a dazzling flame that embodied both holiness and destruction.
As he retracted his raised left foot, Kyle's golden eyes showed a hint of surprise. The lightning-fast kick he had just delivered had not struck flesh, but something as hard as steel, apparently blocked at the last moment.
It's important to know that the fastest kick in Kyle's double-star form had once shattered the Nova Corps' defense grid and destroyed the Kree civilization's interstellar spaceships!
"The fact that it could block that kick makes this even more interesting," Kyle said, his lips curling into a devilish, playful smile.
Fifty meters away, amidst the ruins caused by the collapse of the apartment building.
First, a black scythe flew out. Corvus Glaive grabbed the handle with one hand and used the scythe to pull his buried body out from under the ground.
Corvus Glaive was panting heavily, and he spat out a mouthful of blood with a cry. He looked up, still shaken, at the dazed Kyle.
Compared to Kyle's surprise, Corvus Glaive was even more shocked!
"So fast, such incredible speed! His aura has completely changed; he's like a different person."
Corvus Glaive's face was grim; he had assumed that his opponent was not adept at close combat, but the kick had come too fast for him to react!
Had Corvus Glaive's scythe not protected its master and blocked the light-speed kick, absorbing most of the impact, it would likely have been seriously injured, despite its immortality.
The scythe weapon wielded by Corvus Glaive was forged from various rare materials found throughout the universe and infused with half of his soul, giving the scythe a soul consciousness capable of wounding the souls of others in battle.
In other words,
The strength of Corvus Glaive was not in itself, but in the scythe that became one with it, known as the Glaive.
"It is very dangerous; to engage this man in close combat is very dangerous!"
Fear etched itself deep into the Corvus Glaive's heart as it quickly understood this point.
With the opponent's movement speed approaching the speed of light and his kicks carrying the force of a meteorite impact, facing such a human at the peak of his speed and strength could mean dying without even knowing how!
"Honestly, is that really a human?"
Corvus Glaive was on the verge of questioning his understanding of the world, for this had already upset his perception. Humans were supposed to be weak, lowly lifeforms, so why did this man before him surpass even monsters in monstrosity?
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