Amid the clash of overwhelming power, the ruins shook violently, and smoke filled the air. As the haze gradually cleared, a battlefield ravaged by fire and destruction was revealed. Nathan Hawk and Tony Stark stood at opposite ends of the debris, their eyes locking with murderous intent, each unwilling to yield.
Nathan Hawk stood on one side, his clothes tattered and body covered in scars, yet unharmed. His eyes burned with lethal intent, electricity crackling around his hands, a tremendous energy surging within him. Every muscle in his body seemed coiled like a spring, ready to strike.
On the other side, Tony Stark sat within his white tank, equally battered. His liquid armor was nearly destroyed, the flames of his power significantly weakened. Yet an unusual aura radiated from him. The virus of despair within him had fused with the liquid armor, forming a state unlike anything ever seen before.
His eyes burned with frenzy as energy peaked within him. Each step he took across the ruins left deep impressions. His voice roared like thunder: "Nathan Hawk, it's time you see my true power!"
Nathan Hawk's gaze never wavered from Tony Stark in the white tank. His telekinetic energy surged, electricity roaring in response. Feeling the explosive power emanating from Tony, he unleashed his own.
Arcs of electricity leapt around him, forming a shimmering barrier. His eyes were sharp and piercing, his voice cold and resolute: "Warm-up's over. Time to show your true strength."
Step by step, Nathan Hawk advanced toward the center of the ruins, eyes locked on Tony Stark's white tank, ready to strike. Lightning coursed around him like radiant serpents.
Tony Stark's eyes blazed. A surge of energy erupted from within him. He stepped forward, and the debris beneath him crumbled. His hands gathered power, forming a scorching energy beam.
Nathan Hawk's eyes narrowed in caution. He leapt, dodging the beam, twisting through the air, and launched a curved arc of electricity directly at Tony.
Tony quickly adapted, his body liquefying to dodge the attack before solidifying again, forming a protective energy shield.
Nathan Hawk did not relent. His telekinesis manipulated the rubble, steel, and remnants of machinery, turning them into a storm of weapons.
Tony Stark responded calmly, his shield deflecting each strike. Then his body liquefied again, forming countless silver droplets, floating unpredictably.
Frowning, Nathan Hawk concentrated, raising the surrounding metal debris into a colossal iron wall. Behind it, he watched the constantly shifting white tank—Tony Stark—ready for the next move.
Inside the tank, Tony's liquid body split into numerous strands, merging midair into a massive metallic fist.
Nathan Hawk's electricity surged, darting between the droplets, searching for a weakness. The metallic fist slammed into the iron wall with an ear-splitting roar. The surrounding ruins quaked under the impact. Hawk's body swayed but seized the opportunity, surging forward as a bolt of lightning toward Stark's white armor.
Tony Stark solidified, raising his shield, but the impact was overwhelming. Energy waves rippled through the shield, gouging deep trenches into the ground.
Hawk's eyes hardened. He summoned a brilliant sphere of electrical energy in his palms, hurling it at Tony's tank.
Tony's eyes gleamed with cunning. Leaping aside, he split into droplets, raining down metallic shards across the ruins. Hawk's electricity surged, manipulating debris into a defensive barrier.
Tony Stark's droplets merged again into a massive metallic blade, swinging with deadly precision. Hawk dodged like lightning, sending arcs of electricity to disrupt Stark's rhythm.
The metallic blade clashed with electricity, producing a sharp, metallic ring. Debris shattered, sparks flying. Each strike unleashed a storm of energy; the battlefield became a fury of fire and lightning.
Hawk paused, a cold gleam in his eyes. Electricity surged through him, forming a massive electric sphere. He thrust it forward, releasing a wave of raw energy.
Tony did not retreat. He swung his metallic blade, cutting through the sphere, but it exploded, forming a web of electricity that trapped him. His liquid armor writhed, struggling, but the currents bound him tightly.
Hawk's eyes were cold, merciless. He intensified the currents, forming a massive electromagnetic field. Stark's metallic droplets were pulled, deformed, clashing in metallic chaos.
Seeing Stark restrained, Hawk surged forward through the field. His arm became a bolt of lightning, striking straight for the heart of Tony Stark.
Inside the tank, Stark's eyes reflected determination, anger, and fear. The fusion of his virus and liquid armor reached a higher state, forming a silver metallic shell over his body.
Lightning collided with the metal, flashing brilliantly. Hawk swung with all his might to pierce the armor, while Stark resisted, reinforced by the droplets forming around him.
The clash thundered like a storm. Energy waves rippled outward, shaking the ruins as if the battlefield itself might collapse.
The forces pushed them apart. Stark left deep trenches in the ground, steadying himself for a final strike.
Hawk soared into the sky, telekinesis and electricity roaring through him. His body became a living bolt of lightning, twin thunderbolts forming in his palms, eyes locked on Tony's white armor.
"End of the line."
Stark felt the threat instantly, panic surging. Memories of his transformation into the white tank and his pursuit of power flashed before him. Now, everything seemed insignificant; his ambition and desire crumbled against Hawk's overwhelming force.
Lightning struck like twin blades, piercing Stark's metallic armor. The metal shrieked under the energy, then shattered as the electricity tore through, striking Stark's chest.
Stark's eyes widened in despair. The pain and destruction of the energy consumed him. In his final moments, regret and helplessness surged—perhaps he had pursued power at the cost of what truly mattered.
"No! My virus and symbiotic liquid armor are invincible!" Stark roared, fighting desperately.
Hawk's energy exploded in Stark's chest, a blinding light erupting.
Boom!
The entire battlefield quaked violently, as if torn apart by sheer force.
As the light dimmed, two clear spaces emerged in the ruins.
Nathan Hawk stood amidst the ruins, poised and resolute, a war god amidst the debris. Electricity crackled around him, his eyes steel-like, fearless.
Tony Stark's white armor was shattered, his body dissipating like a falling meteor. Memories of everything that had happened played through his mind as he closed his eyes, embracing eternal peace.
Across the multiverse, the white tank Tony Stark turned to stardust, vanishing into the void. Nathan Hawk remained on the battlefield, a mix of triumph and heavy responsibility weighing in his heart.
"Thank you for your efforts. The rest is up to me now."
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