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As Tony Stark flew away from the exhibition hall, sixteen Iron Soldiers stationed on the stage immediately took flight in pursuit.

Another sixteen units rushed outside to the square, quickly deploying anti-aircraft guns and tracking missile systems. A hail of firepower surged toward Tony, forcing him to rely entirely on the agility of his Iron Man suit. He was completely unable to retaliate effectively.

Far away, at the Hammer Industries manufacturing base, Ivan Vanko leaned back in his chair, a toothpick between his teeth, controlling the robots with precision from his computer. A twisted smirk tugged at his lips—he was enjoying the show.

Ivan never intended to kill Tony outright—at least not yet. If that had been his goal, he wouldn't have given Tony the time to suit up in front of everyone.

In Ivan's mind, Tony was already a dead man walking. The palladium poisoning was slowly killing him anyway.

What Ivan truly wanted was to expose Iron Man. He wanted the whole world to witness how weak and desperate the so-called invincible Tony Stark really was. Once Tony was utterly humiliated and had no options left, Ivan planned to don his own Whiplash armor and strike the final blow—completing his revenge for what Tony's father had done to his own.

But just as he was savoring this moment, an alert flashed on his screen—one of his ground-based army robots had gone offline.

His smirk faded into a frown.

If an airborne unit had been taken out, it might've made sense—perhaps Tony had gotten lucky during evasive maneuvers. But this was a ground unit. The civilians and local law enforcement couldn't possibly have the firepower to disable it.

Suspicious, he switched the live feed to a ground unit's camera.

What appeared on the screen made the toothpick drop from Ivan's mouth.

Two figures—clearly not ordinary people—were battling his robots. One was a woman in a red leather coat, radiating with a crimson magical energy. She pointed her hand toward a robot, and in an instant, its anti-aircraft gun warped into a long French baguette.

Ivan stared, dumbfounded.

Since his arrest following the Monaco racing incident, Ivan had been off the grid, hidden within Hammer's facility. He hadn't followed recent events or the increasing reports of strange magic-related incidents around the globe. And even if he had seen such reports, his rigid scientific mindset would've dismissed them as hoaxes.

But now, watching the surreal transformation unfold in real-time, his understanding of reality began to crack.

In the square, Carl stood next to Wanda, cheering her on.

"That's it, Wanda! Perfect form!"

Over the past few weeks, Carl had taken Wanda on multiple live-combat missions, and he had come to understand her magical talents more clearly.

Although Wanda possessed powerful chaos energy within her, it hadn't fully awakened yet. While she could cast spells silently and without a wand, the destructive power of her average spells was still weaker than Carl's own.

For instance, a cutting spell from Carl could slice a table in half. Wanda's version might only nick an apple.

However, where Wanda shone—thanks to her chaos-born reality-warping ability—was with spells like transfiguration and teleportation. She wasn't bound by traditional magical rules, such as Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration.

Carl couldn't transform enchanted or high-energy items like robots. Their power cores and circuits disrupted spell effectiveness. But Wanda could ignore those limitations entirely.

In front of them, one of the robots lay twitching, transformed bit by bit. The anti-aircraft gun on its back was now a paddle, its arms had become plastic spatulas, its legs turned into colanders, and its chest into a frying pan. Only the head remained unchanged—and posed no threat.

Even more disturbingly, unlike traditional transfiguration spells that would eventually wear off, Wanda's changes were permanent—unless she herself reversed them.

"Another one down!" Carl called, watching as Wanda rendered a second robot into a pile of kitchenware.

But just then, one of the remaining army robots stopped firing at Tony mid-air. It turned its cannon toward Wanda instead.

"Thunder Blast!"

Carl raised his wand and fired a beam of crackling magic.

BOOM!

The robot exploded into scrap.

While Carl couldn't match Wanda's transformative power, he was still deadly in direct combat. The blasting spell he used—powerful and volatile curse magic—had once been used by the infamous Peter Pettigrew to blow up half a street.

With the Elder Wand in hand, Carl's version of the spell was more than enough to obliterate a robot.

But that display came at a cost.

Ivan, watching from his remote station, realized the real threat wasn't Tony—it was this wizard duo.

Suddenly, the thirteen remaining army robots on the ground redirected their attention toward Carl and Wanda.

"Wanda, stay behind me!" Carl ordered, moving quickly.

He formed a quick series of hand seals and channeled chakra through his body.

"Water Style: Great Waterfall Technique!"

A massive surge of water burst from his mouth, transforming into a thundering waterfall that crashed into the advancing robots.

Then, Carl followed up with a second spell, waving his wand.

"Wind Spiral!"

A vortex formed, spinning rapidly and lifting the floodwaters high into the air. Rather than allow the deluge to endanger the onlookers and persistent reporters, the spell kept the water contained in a tall, swirling column.

Carl's magic and chakra mastery allowed him to blend jutsu and spellwork seamlessly.

The crowd, many still frozen in awe and fear, watched as Carl and Wanda began turning the tide of the battle.