MD-Chapter 311 Forming a Team to Fight

Arthur hovered in midair, watching as the Mandarin used his freezing abilities to completely seal the severed wound on his right shoulder.

Then, with a sinister glare, Mandarin locked eyes with him.

No words were needed. The tension between them was palpable, burning like twin infernos.

A split second later, both warriors launched forward, colliding violently in midair!

Fight!

Nothing else mattered. No retreat, no mercy— only battle until the end.

At first, Mandarin had been curious about Arthur, considering him a potential recruit. Then, after their initial skirmish, he developed a grudging respect for Arthur's strength and tactics.

But now? Now he had lost an arm—not merely severed, but utterly destroyed. And with that loss, admiration twisted into seething hatred.

The rage coursing through Mandarin's body fueled his power, making him even more dangerous than before. He was no longer fighting with logic, but with pure, unbridled fury.

Yet Arthur had been holding back from the beginning.

During their second clash, that first punch—where Mandarin had sent him flying—had been an illusion, a deception. It made Mandarin believe he was stronger.

That false confidence had led Mandarin to anticipate Arthur's teleportation—and walk right into a devastating counterstrike. A single, precise spatial slash had cost him an arm.

In any battle, judgment and deception dictate the final outcome. The Mandarin had made his move. And now, so had Arthur.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three consecutive punches, each one crashing against the other with brutal force!

The sheer power of their blows crackled through the air, distorting the space around them.

Mandarin, missing an arm, began to falter. He staggered backward, his strength clearly at a disadvantage.

Arthur didn't waste the opportunity.

With a swift movement, his wings flared out— Blade Storm!

For nearly a year, Arthur had been anything but idle. Beyond building his base and extracting energy from the Tesseract, he had honed his abilities, blending them together seamlessly.

And now, facing an opponent of this caliber, he had the perfect chance to put his training to the test.

The massive wings of the Crow God unfurled behind him, their black feathers gleaming like blades. Then, like a storm of bullets, they shot forward—hundreds of razor-sharp, ink-black feathers slicing through the air in deadly streaks of light.

Mandarin barely had time to react. His rings pulsed with energy, unleashing a crackling torrent of lightning in defense.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Explosions erupted as the attacks collided. Both Arthur and Mandarin were blasted backward by the sheer force.

Mandarin crashed through a reinforced wall, while Arthur was sent flying into another, electricity crackling across his body.

The impact forced blood to his lips, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to his feet. The Mandarin's lightning was no joke—though how it compared to Thor's, Arthur wasn't sure.

Wiping the blood from his mouth, he looked around.

Mandarin was gone.

"He ran?"

Arthur frowned. His wings flapped as he ascended, scanning the surroundings. Activating The Eye of Horus, he searched for any trace of his foe.

Nothing.

"You won't get away." Arthur exhaled sharply and opened his comms.

"Mission complete?"

Natasha's voice came through the channel.

"Not yet." Arthur's breath was ragged. The fight had drained him. "I need satellite access— help me track the Mandarin."

"Mandarin? You mean that fake terrorist actor?" Natasha sounded surprised before her tone turned serious. "What happened?"

"He is not an actor," Arthur corrected. "That whole thing was a front. The real Mandarin has been operating in the shadows, manipulating events. He's incredibly powerful—and incredibly dangerous. I managed to take his arm, but he got away. We need to find him."

"Are you hurt?" Natasha asked.

Arthur rubbed his chest, wincing slightly. "A little banged up. His lightning packed a punch."

"I'll alert Tony, Steve, and Banner immediately. Hang tight—I'll also link up with Oscorp's satellite network."

Her voice was sharp and efficient, but Arthur caught a slight undercurrent of concern.

He hesitated for a moment before saying, "I'm fine."

"Mm."

Natasha's voice softened slightly. "I believe you. Besides, let's be honest—no one in this world can actually take you down."

Arthur grinned. "Damn right."

"Tony's situation?" he asked.

"It was a tough fight, but it's over. His armor took some serious damage, though, so he won't be able to back you up just yet. But Steve and Banner are ready."

Arthur blinked. "That fast?"

"They're on standby. Just set a teleportation link, and they'll be there."

Arthur took a deep breath, then smirked. "Tell them to hold off for now. First, let's locate our target. Once we have his position, we'll strike together."

"What's your plan?"

"We're assembling a team to take down the dragon."

Arthur's eyes gleamed with anticipation. Mandarin had set the stage for something big— and Arthur had no intention of letting such a powerful adversary go to waste. This would be the perfect opportunity to test their limits.

Natasha didn't question him. She simply acknowledged his command and began issuing orders.

Meanwhile, Arthur returned to the villa, digging out the massive battle automaton he had affectionately dubbed "the big idiot."

Climbing onto the massive machine's shoulder, he gave it a light pat. With a powerful leap, the automaton launched itself skyward, bursting through the ruined ceiling.

As they ascended, Arthur scanned the horizon, deep in thought.

"Where do you think he's hiding? He can't fly or burrow, can he?"

The hunt was on.

*(End of Chapter)*

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