Chapter 385: Run, Quicksilver!
"Count it!"
The system's response was as crisp and clear as ever, no ambiguity.
Clark had only asked casually, but he received a firm affirmative response. He then waved his hand, and the six Heavenly Swords lined up behind him, floating in mid-air. He then said, "Both of you are top-tier entities in the multiverse, not inferior to me in strength, level, wisdom, combat will, mastery of laws, or fighting power!"
With each declaration of "not inferior to me," Clark's smile grew brighter. After reciting six "not inferior to me," he finally got to the point, "Facing two such formidable opponents who are 'not inferior to me' in every aspect, how can I dare to hold anything back?"
Suddenly shifting his tone, Clark began to introduce the Heavenly Swords: "These six divine swords behind me are forged from the universe's many secrets, personally refined by me. Their names are Heavenly, Slaughter, Trap, Absolute, Sever, and Break. Together, they form the Heavenly Sword Array. A formation laid out by one strong entity, unbreakable by four...oh no, six entities of the same level."
After babbling to these two immensely powerful beings and stalling for about half a minute, Clark abruptly clapped his hands, and the six swords in front of him simultaneously emitted a dazzling light: "Be careful, both of you!"
Seeing how seriously Clark spoke, Phoenix and Dormammu, both multiversal powerhouses, also took heed. They prepared for combat, their gazes fixed on the fearsome six divine swords.
At that moment, under Clark's mental command, the six swords began to dance and spiral in the boundless extradimensional space, leaving long-lasting sword marks in the void wherever they went.
Meanwhile, Clark continued in a leisurely tone, "Neither copper nor iron nor steel, once hidden under Mount Sumeru. Not refined by the reversal of yin and yang, how can it lack the sharpness of water and fire? Heavenly cuts, Slaughter destroys, Trap ignites red lights all around. Absolute transforms endlessly, the Court of Life stained with blood. Sever and Break carve through all, um... what's that... what's that... that..."
Receiving +99999 impression points from Phoenix!
Receiving +99999 impression points from Dormammu!
Phoenix: ??? Dormammu: ???
What the heck?
From his speech, these six swords seemed incredibly powerful, daring to use even the Court of Life as a stepping stone for boasting—how impressive and domineering!
But what exactly did he mean by "what's that... what's that... that"? What the heck was he talking about?
Suddenly, Dormammu's eyes narrowed, then widened in realization: "This kid is stalling for time!" No sooner had he spoken than he charged directly at Clark.
"Dormammu is indeed Dormammu, to think of such a simple thing, impressive!" Clark said admiringly, but with a sweep of his hand, the six swords shone even brighter than before, ensnaring Dormammu completely within the sword formation!
On the other side, Phoenix burst into furious flames. This annoying brat, saying "even Dormammu can think of that," was that implying she was less intelligent than Dormammu for not considering it?
Enraged, Phoenix flapped her wings and rushed towards the scene.
Having his tactic of stalling for time exposed, Clark no longer attempted to play tricks. With a gesture, the Staff of Restoration transformed into a gigantic pole, landing firmly in his hands.
Now, the Staff of Restoration, repeatedly refined by Clark, was no longer the ordinary artifact it once was. This cloak, capable of changing form at will, contained the powers of the four Infinity Stones he had refined. Even the Phoenix itself couldn't take it lightly!
Raising the long pole above his head, Clark then brought it down hard on the Phoenix rushing towards him, using the very first set of pole techniques he had learned—the Four Gates Technique!
Of course, the same martial arts displayed different powers in different hands.
As they say, the skill of the art is not high or low, but the depth of power is.
The same Four Gates Technique, now in Clark's hands, had long transcended mere combat skills, becoming a fighting method suitable for multiversal entities.
The Four Gates Technique still encompassed four distinct yet closely intertwined cosmic laws: Power, Space, Reality, and Soul!
With the Four Gates Technique unleashed, even a powerful being like the Phoenix would have to work harder to defeat Clark.
...
Meanwhile, far from the Heavenly Sword Tower in a cave on Mount Everest, Quicksilver, chasing the equally fast white-haired youth into the cave, found that the latter had stopped. Slowing down, Quicksilver approached and finally spoke, "With the situation so critical over there, why have you led me here?"
In fact,
Quicksilver already knew the identity of this white-haired youth.
Their fates were identical.
This white-haired youth was named Pietro Maximoff, just like Quicksilver, and even their codenames among the mutants and in the Avengers were the same—Quicksilver. Their special power was also singularly defined by one word—speed.
Even after meeting, they could share each other's memories.
Such instances of counterparts in the Marvel multiverse were not uncommon, but to achieve what they had was truly unique.
"It was I who asked Pietro to lead you here," said a voice as a red-dressed young woman emerged from around the corner of the cave. To the Avengers' Quicksilver, her appearance and demeanor were strikingly familiar. Upon seeing her, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Wanda!"
The young woman smiled sweetly: "Actually, you should also call me 'sister.'"
"No!" Avengers' Quicksilver firmly shook his head in refusal: "In our universe, Wanda is my younger sister."
Mutant Wanda couldn't help but shake her head and said, "That's because you ran too fast when you were reincarnated."
Knowing that time was of the essence, Wanda didn't want to waste more time on this topic and quickly said, "Due to our special nature, only Pietro and I can trust you unreservedly among all mutants, because we can share your memories and know that your actions are correct."
Avengers' Quicksilver shrugged helplessly, "Just the two of you knowing isn't really helpful, unless you have a way to make others believe it too."
"Can you make others believe?" This was critically important for Avengers' Quicksilver. Through sharing memories with mutant Quicksilver, not only had the latter learned the truth from him, but he had also gleaned some information, such as their plan not to turn against their fellow mutants in battle.
Mutant Wanda nodded seriously: "I have a way."
Avengers' Quicksilver's eyes lit up, sensing an opportunity to make a significant impact.
"What's the method?"
"Actually, to share the truth from your memories with every mutant involved in the battle, I can use chaos magic. However, my level of chaos magic can only affect weaker mutants, and their change of heart doesn't significantly impact the battle," Wanda explained, shaking her head slightly before continuing, "To have my magic affect more, stronger mutants, I need help."
Quicksilver nodded; it was harder to influence the more powerful individuals, a simple truth.
Even in the comics, Wanda's declaration that "henceforth there are no more mutants" in the multiverse didn't eliminate all mutant powers; some powerful individuals were unaffected.
Wanda continued, "I need you to go back and bring the version of me from your world here. If we combine our powers, we should be able to influence everyone on the battlefield except Black Phoenix and Magneto, including Professor X."
Black Phoenix was self-explanatory, and Magneto could avoid their influence due to his helmet. However, if all other mutants understood the truth and the distinction between right and wrong, just the two of them couldn't stir up much trouble.
Now the biggest question was, with Wanda, Mantis, and Ghost Rider already struggling against the overpoweringly powerful Black Phoenix, would taking Wanda away at this moment lead to a complete collapse of the already disadvantaged Avengers?
Given the intensity of the battlefield situation, Avengers' Wanda couldn't afford the slightest distraction; otherwise, mutant Wanda would have just transmitted a consciousness to her, not needing to bring Avengers' Quicksilver all this way to talk.
For a moment, Avengers' Quicksilver was uncertain, and silence fell in the cave.
Running back and forth wasn't a big deal, and carrying or escorting Wanda back was easy; he was Quicksilver, after all. Was he afraid of running?
But the question was, could he bear the consequences of taking Wanda away from the battlefield?
After working together for many years, he knew Clark's temperament somewhat.
The Avengers could be kind, compassionate, even saintly, but any act of mercy had to ensure the safety of the Avengers themselves.
If you sacrificed a comrade to save ten thousand people, it would still be considered an unforgivable sin among the Avengers!
What's more, could his actions lead to even more terrible consequences?
For a long while, the cave was silent, lit only by the flickering torchlight and the crackling of flames.
Finally, Avengers' Quicksilver spoke, "I'll head back to the battlefield now, but whether to bring Wanda or when to bring her will depend on the situation."
With that, his figure turned into a swift breeze and vanished from the cave.
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