Marvel: Chinese Restaurant Beginning in Hell's Kitchen

Li Jie also walked forward and took a look.

Clea does have the makings of a dark queen.

Maybe before this she had no confidence in defeating Dormammu, but everything changed when she stood on the arena.

She put aside all distractions and there was only one thing in her mind, which was to defeat Dormammu.

In fact, after so much training and the blessing of the Darkhold, Clea's strength is not weaker than Dormammu.

All Klee lacked was combat experience.

"Dormammu!" the king shouted.

Li Jie looked up and saw that the cloudless sky began to distort.

At first, there was only a fist-sized black spot, then it expanded to the size of a washbasin, and in the blink of an eye it became the size of a football field.

Dark power emerged in the air, covering the entire arena, frightening the ordinary people watching the fight so much that they dared not even breathe.

This is the power of the Lord of the Dark Dimension. He can bring endless darkness and fear to people.

In the stands, Mephisto, who was leaning on a cane, snorted disdainfully: "It's been so long since we last met, and Dormammu is still the same as before, always pretending."

The black-hearted monster sitting nearby looked around and whispered, "Dad, I think I saw Johnny just now."

"Son, Johnny is not important, just watch this game honestly first."

Mephisto ordered.

"But......

If we don't get rid of Johnny, he will always be a danger to us and the Hell Realm."

The black-hearted monster preached.

Mephisto turned his head and looked at the Blackhearted Monster with sharp eyes: "Why, are you questioning me?"

“I dare not.” The black-hearted monster quickly looked away.

Mephisto snorted coldly: "When you become the Lord of Hell, you can act on your own. Now just follow my instructions."

"Yes."

The black-hearted monster lowered his head, his eyes flashing with unwillingness and desire.

The Lord of Hell, the Blackhearted Monster secretly vowed that he must become the Lord of Hell, and Mephisto became his stumbling block.

In another VIP room.

When Dormammu appeared, Omar couldn't help but become nervous.

Her fear of Dormammu was not because Dormammu was far stronger than hers, but because of the suppression of his blood.

Even though Dormammu had long since abandoned his physical body and turned into a body of energy, Obar's fear of him remained unabated.

Especially after choosing to betray Dormammu and support Clea, Omar lived every minute and every second in agony.

"Why, are you worried that Kelly will lose?"

Morgan Le Fay asked, shaking the glass in his hand, and continued his speech before Omar could speak.

"Even if you don't have confidence in Clea, you should have confidence in the Marquis of Death."

Omar looked back at Morgan Le Fay, snorted and said, "It's not that I don't have confidence in Kelly, I just hope this farce will end quickly."

"is it?

The show is about to begin."

Morgan Le Fay said with a smile on his face.

Dormammu has no physical body. A cloud of dark power emanates from his head, which transforms into a huge face. He stares at Clea and makes a sarcastic voice:

"Claire, my dearest and only niece, I never thought you would dare to challenge me."

"bass."

Clee drew her sword, pointed the tip at Dormammu and shouted:

"There is only one king of the dark world. Let's decide who is the winner now and see who is qualified to be the king of the dark world!"

Loki, who was acting as the referee, also shouted: "Hey, Dormammu, this is the arena.

Stop playing with those nonsense things and get down quickly!"

Dormammu turned his face and led the dark power in the air to descend and transform into a human form, but his body was still in the form of constantly surging black mist.

Loki glanced around and said, "I won't waste any more words. Just get started."

"puff."

Clea took the lead in attacking, piercing Dormammu's heart with a sword.

Dormammu simply looked down and sneered, "Clea, my dear niece, do you think such an attack can cause any harm to me?"

Pure physical attacks have no effect on Dormammu.

Kelly smiled and said, "What if that's the case?"

"boom."

As Clea finished her words, a ball of fire suddenly spread from the palm of Clea's hand to the hilt of the sword, and Dormammu's body was also deformed by the attack of fire.

However, the dark power in Dormammu quickly enveloped the flame, peeled it off the hilt, and finally condensed it in his palm.

“The flame of power.

He who possesses the flame of power will become the king of the dark world.

How ridiculous! I am the real lord of the dark dimension, and I have the final say on who will rule the dark world!"

Dormammu said as he squeezed hard, and the flame of power was extinguished.

"You destroyed the Flame of Power?!" Kelly screamed.

Dormammu snorted coldly, and a black sword appeared in his hand and attacked Clee: "End this farce!"

There was a "boom".

The black sword in Dormammu's hand also burst into flames, but it was not the flame of power that had been extinguished, but another powerful energy that Dormammu mastered - the flame of Faltin.

As Dormammu launched his attack, Clea gradually became more and more embarrassed.

If it weren't for the help of the Darkhold, he would have been chopped down by Dormammu's sword long ago.

VIP room.

Wang began to speak: "It seems that Kelly can't hold on any longer."

Peter Parker frowned when he heard this, and said to himself: "My money, I must hold on to it!"

Doctor Strange began to speak: "Dormammu's power comes from the dark world. As long as he is cut off from the connection with the dark world, Dormammu can be defeated."

Little Clyde Wincham turned his head to look at Doctor Strange, sneered and said, "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Doctor Strange...

Little Clyde Wincham snorted, “Don’t worry, Clee won’t lose.

With me here, it won’t be that easy for her to lose even if she wants to.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Clyde Wincham Jr. disappeared from the spot.

At the same time, Clea in the arena suddenly launched a counterattack, and knocked Dormammu away with just one swing.

"Clap."

The black sword in Dormammu's hand was cut off by one sword.

This made Dormammu frown slightly.

In the stands, Mephisto's brows tightened slightly, and he asked the Blackhearted Monster: "Did you see any problem?"

"That witch has suddenly become stronger."

The black-hearted monster replied.

Mephisto rolled his eyes and said, “It’s not that her strength suddenly became stronger, but someone is controlling her.

It's not Clea who's fighting Dormammu now."

"Who is that?" asked the Black Hearted Monster curiously.

"Don't ask, just pay attention."

Mephisto said as he looked up at the God Doom who was sitting on the high platform opposite him.

Since even he can see it, then the God Lord Doom can naturally see it as well.

At the same time, Omar clenched his fists nervously.

Morgan Le Fay smiled happily and said, "It seems that the Marquis has taken action."

Clyde Wincham Jr. controlled Clea's body to fight Dormammu, which immediately put Dormammu at a disadvantage.

Dormammu naturally also noticed the changes in Clea.

After holding on for a few moves, Dormammu found that the opponent's attack was getting stronger and stronger.

Even though he could continuously replenish dark energy from the dark world, it could not keep up with the speed of consumption in fighting with the enemy.

More importantly, the opponent's attack is clearly physical in nature, but it can still cause obvious damage to himself.

"boom!"

The flame of Faltin spread from the sword to Dormammu's body, causing his body to double in size in an instant.

The flames dancing in his body make Dormammu look like a fire giant.

"Who are you anyway?"

Dormammu questioned.

Little Clyde Wincham said disdainfully, “Why, do you think you can become stronger by becoming bigger?

To me, it's just a paper tiger."

"Since you don't want to reveal your identity, then go die with that little girl Kelly!"

Dormammu roared and smashed down with the sword in his hand again.

Little Clyde Wincham did not retreat or give in. He faced the sword in Dormammu's hand and swung his sword out.

The sword energy was sharp and it arrived first. With a "puff" sound, it cut off Dormammu's arm holding the sword.

With a "click", the black sword and arm fell to the ground.

Dormammu has no physical body; his arms and sword are merely illusions created by his own dark power.

Theoretically, no substantial harm can be done to Dormammu, and he can grow again by simply using dark power.

Strangely, when Dormammu's arm was cut off, he felt the pain that only a physical body could have, and he couldn't help but scream in pain.

"what!"

Omar's brows tightened when he heard the scream.

Morgan Le Fay, who was standing aside, put down the wine glass in his hand and grinned:

"Why, are you wondering why the sword in Clee's hand can cause damage to Dormammu?"

"you know?"

Omar looked at Morgan Le Fay curiously.

Morgan Le Fay glanced at his empty glass.

Omar understood and immediately poured another glass for Morgan Le Fay.

Morgan Le Fay then said: "The Marquis of Death has the ability to modify cause and effect, laws, logic and reality.

That’s right, Dormammu really has no physical body, and ordinary attacks have no effect on him.

However, with the intervention of the Marquis of Death, Dormammu is now the physical Dormammu.

Even if one can obtain power replenishment from the dark world, one cannot repair oneself after receiving damage.

Simply put, Dormammu's abilities are now limited."

Omar raised his eyebrows.

In the arena, Dormammu fought more passively after losing an arm, and soon wounds of varying sizes appeared on his body.

It can be seen that Clyde Wincham Jr. does not want to kill Dormammu directly, otherwise Dormammu will have no room for maneuver.

"I'll fight you!"

Dormammu suddenly pounced on Clyde Wincham Jr., determined to take him down with him even if he died.

Little Clyde Wincham sneered, "Fight? Do you have the qualifications to fight me?"

Before he finished speaking, Clyde Wincham Jr. handed over the sword in his hand.

The sword seemed ordinary, but Dormammu had no way to avoid it. It was like a suicide act facing the tip of the knife.

Just as Dormammu was about to die from this sword, Omar suddenly appeared in the arena and blocked the sword for Dormammu.

"Omar!"

Dormammu screamed.

Little Clyde Wincham on the opposite side also frowned slightly. He didn't expect Omar to do such a stupid thing.

"why?"

Dormammu asked incomprehensibly.

"Dormammu, you are my brother. How can I watch you die in front of me?"

Omar forced a smile and looked back at Kelly.

“But, Kelly is my biological daughter, and I can’t watch you kill her.

Dormammu, Clea, I hope my death can resolve the grudge between you."

"Omar!"

Dormammu screamed, and all the past events came to his mind.

When they were still wizards, Dormammu and Umar supported each other, and they had a true brother-sister relationship.

Later, Dormammu gradually lost himself in his constant pursuit of power and authority.

Especially after he gave up his physical body and became the lord of the dark world, Dormammu often just gave alms to Omar, and the relationship between the brother and sister had changed.

Now, Dormammu has regained the brother-sister relationship they once had.

"boring."

Little Clyde Wincham snorted coldly and gave up his control over Kelly.

"O...Omar."

After realizing that she had killed her mother with her own hands, Kelly couldn't believe it and felt more regretful. She let go of the sword in her hand, knelt on the ground and cried helplessly,

“No, no, no.

How could this happen? How could this happen? "

VIP room.

Peter Parker blinked, unable to accept the outcome, and muttered:

"Who's winning?"

If Omar hadn't interfered, Kelly would definitely have won.

It’s hard to say now.

"Claire, send us back to the dark world. I will never let Omar die."

Dormammu picked up Omar with one hand. After being weakened by Clyde Wincham Jr., he now doesn't even have the ability to return to the dark world.

"okay.

Omar, hold on, I'm going to take you home."

Clea was already at a loss, and at Dormammu's suggestion, she used the teleportation technique to take Dormammu and Omar to the dark world.

Just leave like that?

ended?

Everyone at the scene was dumbfounded.

There has to be an ending, what's going on now?

Loki coughed dryly and said, "Now I declare this fight a draw!"

Such an answer obviously cannot satisfy people.

The Molecule Man hiding in the crowd frowned, and Mr. Fantastic's words appeared in his mind, that Kelly would win this fight.

If Omar hadn't interfered, Kelly would definitely have won.

Now the Molecule Man was waiting, waiting for the second half of Mr. Fantastic's sentence to appear.

Someone will challenge the God Doom.

If such a thing really happens, the molecule man will make a decision in his heart.

Just when people were questioning whether Loki's judgment was fair, a figure appeared in the arena. It was Morgan le Fay holding a wine glass.

"Doom, do you still recognize me?"