Chapter 702: Confrontation

Although Mike had transformed into a hundreds-of-meters-tall divine power giant, he still appeared tiny in front of Dormammu’s thousand-meter-tall energy body.

Therefore, when Dormammu clapped his hands together, the scene was equally perilous.

Of course, small doesn’t necessarily mean weak.

Dormammu’s powerful attack was intercepted by the golden shield of Mike’s Armor of Light before it even touched him.

Countless dark energies also scattered at this moment.

Seeing that the overflowing dark energies were about to spread to the streets of Hong Kong, bringing utter destruction there, Mike quickly activated his magic, pulling himself and Dormammu into the Mirror Dimension.

Compared to a city, the Mirror Dimension, which could recover at any time, was clearly more suitable as a battlefield.

“You’re stronger than I thought, young god,” Dormammu said, a slight smile appearing on his face after his attack failed.

A worthy opponent was rare, especially for a powerful demon god like Dormammu.

As for being pulled into the Mirror Dimension, Dormammu didn’t care much.

After all, as long as dark energy existed, anywhere could be his home ground.

Moreover, Dormammu himself was an source of infection, and the dark energy overflowing from him quickly made the scene within the Mirror Dimension become distorted.

Black, purple, red—various dark energies mixed together, creating a highly abstract scene.

“This is just the beginning; you haven’t seen my true strength yet,” Mike said, fully unleashing his power, as a pair of massive divine power arms suddenly appeared behind him.

With a single flap, the surrounding dark energy was completely blown away.

Just like Dormammu, Mike’s current strength also made it difficult for him to find a suitable opponent.

Having absorbed many characteristic traits and energy traits, he believed his strength was already on par with veteran powerhouses like Odin, the Ancient One, and Dormammu.

But that was merely speculation; everything was uncertain before a real fight.

Now, with Dormammu in front of him, it was the perfect opportunity for Mike to gauge the extent of his own strength.

Mike then spread his wings and flew high into the sky, the Spear of Destiny in his hand imbued with endless divine power, attacking Dormammu’s body from various angles.

Relying on his more agile movements, each attack caused the dark energy on Dormammu’s energy body to scatter in all directions.

“Despicable!”

Dormammu’s massive energy body made his movements somewhat clumsy, and Mike, taking advantage of this, launched surprise attacks, refusing to confront him head-on.

This made Dormammu’s mood grow irritable again.

He then condensed the surrounding dark energy into countless tentacles, attempting to restrict Mike’s movements.

However, the tentacles’ attacks were insignificant to Mike. He barely exerted any force, and those wriggling dark tentacles were all blocked by the divine power shield outside his Armor of Light.

“Speed is also power, haven’t you heard?”

Mike, flying above Dormammu’s energy body, once again launched a surprise heavy blow to his head.

Fortunately, Dormammu’s energy body existed between reality and illusion; as long as his energy was not completely exhausted, he would not truly be injured.

However, despite this, being unilaterally beaten still made Dormammu feel aggrieved.

This sense of grievance was even more infuriating than the previous time loop.

“Hmph—”

Dormammu, struck by Mike once more, let out a roar, and a large amount of black mist spewed from his mouth and nose.

His energy body also rapidly contracted at this moment.

When the black mist dispersed, Dormammu had transformed into a “miniature” demon god, about two meters tall, clad in black battle armor.

Orange-red dark flames coiled around his body.

He somewhat resembled a Ghost Rider without chains.

However, the powerful energy erupting from him was not something the Ghost Rider could compare to.

“Oh, you finally decided to reveal your true form.”

Mike chuckled lightly, his body also quickly shrinking back to its normal size.

He then summoned the Eight-legged Divine Steed; riding his mount, his expression gradually became serious, and he pointed the Spear of Destiny, saying, “Come on, Dormammu. Let me see your true strength as well.”

Clearly, the previous battle was not even a warm-up for either of them.

“I admit your strength is good, but you dare to underestimate me. You will pay the price for your arrogance!”

Feeling Mike’s excessively strong confidence, Dormammu’s expression turned furious.

The dark flames on his body boiled even more, finally condensing into his hands, and he lunged at Mike.

“This move again? Don’t you have anything new?”

Seeing the opponent’s unadorned attack, Mike complained, then activated his Earth Lord power, making the ground beneath his feet steep.

The Eight-legged Divine Steed, in sync with his thoughts, also leaped up at this moment.

After dodging Dormammu’s charged attack, it brushed past him.

At the same time, Mike, on horseback, twisted his body and, in a ‘return spear’ stance, thrust the Spear of Destiny in his hand.

The long spear pointed directly at Dormammu’s back, and divine power exploded like a scorching sun.

The horse’s hooves landed, and after a few steps forward, it elegantly turned around.

Behind, Dormammu was sent flying, falling to the ground in a disheveled heap.

If one looked closely, they would notice slight cracks in his black armor.

Although tiny, and instantly repaired by dark energy, Dormammu’s main body was indeed injured.

For this demon god with the ability of [Absolute Defense], this was not a good situation.

Being able to break through his defense indicated that Mike posed a threat to his life.

Dormammu, who had gotten up, no longer showed anger on his face; instead, his expression became serious.

This undoubtedly showed that Mike’s strength had truly caught his attention.

“No, I overestimated you. Or rather, I overestimated all of you,” Mike’s expression, on the contrary, relaxed again.

Previously, he had been somewhat wary of Odin, the Sorcerer Supreme Ancient One, and even Dormammu before him.

After all, these individuals possessed immense power and deep foundations.

But now, it seemed Mike had completely underestimated himself.

Having absorbed so many traits along the way, his strength had unknowingly surpassed Dormammu’s by a slight margin.

By extension, Mike’s current strength was probably also a bit higher than Odin and the Ancient One in their prime.

This discovery greatly reassured Mike.

And he also knew that his future self would only grow stronger.

With this realization, it was hard for Mike not to be confident.

“Again!”

Mike, his mind purified, once again leaped up on the Eight-legged Divine Steed, the Spear of Destiny in his hand actively striking towards Dormammu’s main body.

On Dormammu’s side, his dark energy attacks could not harm Mike, who was protected by divine power. And his physical attacks seemed quite crude to Mike.

In summary, Mike, having figured out Dormammu’s strength, had nothing left to fear.

Next was the time for harvest, or enjoyment.

Indeed, Dormammu, having lost the suppressive effect of his dark power, could not even get close to Mike with his crude hand-to-hand combat.

And the Spear of Destiny in Mike’s hand would always strike Dormammu from unexpected angles.

Once, twice… so much so that Dormammu grew more and more aggrieved with each strike, even regretting coming to Earth.

[Dark Power * Energy + 1.99 million]… [Dark Power * Energy + 6.99 million]… [Dark Power * Energy + 9.99 million]… Meanwhile, Mike grew more energetic with each strike.

As Dormammu’s aggrieved and angry emotions continued to erupt, he kept contributing energy traits to Mike in wave after wave.

He had completely become someone’s experience baby.

“Enough!!!”

Finally, Dormammu, having had enough, retreated, ending this “dramatic” battle.

Although he had no fatal injuries at this point, he looked quite disheveled.

As an ancient demon god, being forced to such a state by a nascent Earth god was too humiliating to speak of.

Even to preserve his dignity as a demon god, he could not let things continue like this.

“Young god, I remember you. Next time we meet, I will settle all these scores—” Dormammu opened a dimensional rift, intending to retreat.

Of course, despite his threats, Dormammu had actually decided that as long as Mike was around, he would never suffer on Earth again.

“Understood, looking forward to our next meeting,” Mike nodded earnestly.

His experience baby was leaving, and he couldn’t force him to stay.

He could only wait until their next meeting to fleece him some more.

At the same time, Mike seemed to remember something; he then summoned the Book of Gospels and began to seal the dark energy in the Mirror Dimension.

Although this stuff wasn’t of much use to him, it could be given to the Scarlet Witch to absorb, allowing her to refine it into Chaos Power.

Watching Mike’s actions of both taking and consuming, Dormammu was even more unwilling to stay, turning and diving into the dimensional rift, disappearing from the Mirror Dimension…