Marvel Universe's Ultimate Martial Arts School

In fact, Tony Stark wasn't the only one watching the video of the fight at the Ultimate Martial Arts Academy that night during the same period.

Hammer Industrial Building, New York.

Thousands of mechanical skeletons hang silently in mid-air above the ground floor warehouse.

Next to it was a huge cage containing a green behemoth nearly three meters tall. Its bulging back bones made it look less like a human and more like a lizard.

"Let me out!" The big guy frantically tried to pull on the iron bars of the cage. With its brute strength, it could easily bend even solid steel, but it was useless in front of this specially made cage.

The cage remained completely still.

Enraged, the burly man roared, "Roar! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"

The sound was deafening, echoing throughout the warehouse, but the burly man outside the cage with long hair and a toothpick in his mouth paid no attention. He leisurely tapped away on his laptop, quickly bringing up an image and projecting it in 3D.

The 3D image was clear and vivid, showing the Extreme Martial Arts Gym at 72 Ingram Street, Queens. Hundreds of soldiers surrounded the gym, and a man standing suspended in mid-air, his clothes fluttering, shone like a god under the streetlights and searchlights.

As soon as this person appeared, the once incredibly ferocious green behemoth immediately wilted like an eggplant.

It immediately quieted down, its eyes showing fear and terror, and its hands subconsciously released the cage bars it was holding onto, its body involuntarily starting to back away.

"Take a good look at the data I just hacked from S.H.I.E.L.D." The long-haired, burly man said as he turned to fiddle with his own things.

The projected images continued, but this was no longer the original, rough video; it now included various pauses, explanations, data analysis, and more.

The speed of the flying knife was 13 meters per second. The calculation of the kinetic energy generated by each impact of the flying knife, the overall duration... The video, which was only a dozen seconds long, was extended to more than ten minutes through various data analyses.

Although the big green creature looks clumsy, it possesses extremely clear thinking and cognition.

The more he watched, the more horrified he became, involuntarily recalling the terrifying events of that night. His two large pupils almost completely contracted, and he was so nervous that he dared not breathe. Even after the video ended, he was still trembling with fear.

"Accelerating a 700-gram knife to 13 meters per second, the instantaneous impact force, calculated using the kinetic energy formula, is approximately 59 billion joules." The long-haired, burly man spoke while typing rapidly on the keyboard, a toothpick dangling from his mouth.

As he struck the hammer, four or five mechanical arms extended from a huge machine next to him and began to assemble a nearly four-meter-tall armored vehicle.

The nightmare video footage that had been shut down, coupled with his slow, deliberate voice and the steel machine that was constantly being assembled, gradually calmed the fear in the green giant's eyes, restored some of his rationality, and he began to stare at him coldly.

The long-haired, burly man continued speaking.

"Moreover, such a massive amount of energy is concentrated at a single point for penetration, and with the continuous impact, the destructive force it generates per second is amplified ten to fifteen times, estimated to reach 600 to 900 billion joules. Taking the maximum value, it is roughly equivalent to the explosive force of 150 tons of TNT, which is one percent of the power of the Hiroshima atomic bomb."

"But I think this is probably not the limit of this mysterious person's potential."

"His expression was too calm. More importantly, his knife showed no signs of slowing down from beginning to end, no matter how many times it pierced through. This is enough to prove that he was in complete control. The real destructive power of this person when he exerts his full strength must be even greater than this performance."

"Analyzing from the perspectives of psychological habits, behavioral habits, energy consumption habits, and even aerodynamics, I have concluded that the maximum speed at which he can control the knife may reach 20 to 25 meters per second. Its destructive power limit would be almost twice as high as the previous value, reaching the level of 300 tons of TNT per second! Unless a fortress is built, this is a power that no metal or individual protective device currently known on Earth can withstand."

"but……"

At this moment, the giant mech in front of him had been assembled under the operation of the mechanical arm, with only an empty gap exposed at the chest.

The long-haired, burly man smiled as he typed the last key on the keyboard.

"The body material of this mecha is titanium-manganese alloy. Although it is not the hardest, it is the most resilient and absorbent material that can be found on Earth today."

"I equipped it internally with a S.H.I.E.L.D. Sky Dome system, powered by this Electric Ark Reactor, which generates a shield strong enough to withstand an attack equivalent to 300 million tons of TNT and sustain it for more than ten minutes."

A circular machine was seen spinning at full speed around a palm-sized triangular device, and the enormous centrifugal force instantly activated the triangular device.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle!

Countless electric currents emerged from the triangular device, connecting with the spiraling machine, until the currents transformed from irregular electric currents into a large bundle of energy, and were then forcibly compressed into the central triangular device under the centrifugal force of the machine.

"Of course, these alone are not enough."

"Just like car shock absorbers, shock absorbers are only shock absorbers, not shock amplifiers. Facing that Easterner's throwing knife, even if the protective shield and mecha neutralized 99.99% of the attack, the remaining residue was enough to shatter the electronic structure inside the mecha. Those things are the easiest to break... Therefore, this mecha cannot be equipped with intelligent electronic systems. Apart from all weapons unrelated to electronics and some mechanical devices, it must be operated by a person."

"A guy who's incredibly strong, strong enough to withstand the impact filtered by the shield and the mech with his bare body—only someone that strong, paired with this invincible mech, can become the most powerful being in the world! Only then can he defeat everything!"

"And that person," the long-haired, burly man turned to look at the green-clad giant, and said with a smile, "is you!"

The big green guy understood; he knew what this guy wanted to do, and a strange look involuntarily flashed in his eyes.

As the long-haired, burly man spoke, the mechanical arm carefully picked up the triangular device that emitted a bright light and then embedded it into the chest area of ​​the 4-meter mech.

Snapped!

The triangular reactor immediately emitted a brilliant light, injecting enormous energy into this steel structure that resembled armor.

At this moment, the triangular reactor at its core released a terrifying electric current, which spread and reflected throughout the mech, making every part of it seem as if it was filled with world-destroying power!

The long-haired, burly man reached into his mouth and took the toothpick out, then turned to admire with satisfaction the giant mech that had been assembled in front of him.

"Not only can it easily withstand an attack equivalent to 300 million tons of TNT, but it also has auxiliary flight devices, equipped with an electric whip, a heavy hammer, a death ray, as well as a sonic amplification device, radar lock-on, and so on. Hahaha, big guy, wearing it will make you invincible!"

The large green figure seemed to have completely calmed down, and a greedy glint flashed in its eyes as it looked at the mecha.

In his pursuit of power, he even forced Dr. Stern to inject him with the Hulk serum, which had not yet undergone formal live experiments, and he didn't care at all about becoming neither human nor ghost.

And now, an even more powerful force is right in front of him, powerful enough to deal with that terrifying, god-like guy!

"Who exactly are you?" the burly green man interrupted the long-haired giant's introduction, coldly asking, "Do you also have a grudge against that Asian man?"

"Ivan Vanko," the long-haired, burly man said with a smile. "I don't know that Asian guy, but I'm really unhappy with all of New York."

The source of the hatred, of course, is Stark Industries.

But his father was driven out of New York City as a loser, and that wasn't just a matter of losing a power struggle among the company's top executives.

S.H.I.E.L.D. played a significant role in the Stark family's downfall. Many of the American citizen employees in the company also defected because their fathers were Soviet citizens, ultimately leading to the father's downfall. He took his young son and fled to a distant land, where they ate potatoes for over thirty years in the cold Siberian climate, and eventually died there.

Recalling these events, an uncontrollable hatred and ruthlessness flashed in the eyes of the long-haired, burly man.

"I'm going to turn this city into hell! Of course, that will inevitably mean a battle with that Easterner..." The long-haired, burly man let out a long sigh, paused slightly, and turned to look at the large green creature in the cage: "So, we have a common enemy!"

Ivan Vanko held a long whip in his left hand and pressed the electric switch on the cage with his right.

"So."

The iron bars of the cage slowly rose.

Ivan Vanko calmly looked into the big man's eyes. He knew the guy was already interested, so he had to show him some sincerity.

Of course, if things were to change, the whip in his hand, capable of generating a billion kilowatts of current, could subdue him at any time: "Mr. Bronsky, what is your choice?"

The cage slowly opened, and the large green creature, its face grim, slowly stepped out.

Only after he was completely out of the cage did that sense of vigilance and oppression dissipate.

Kill this guy and steal his mech?

Bronsky is just a mutation, not a stupidity.

This is their territory. They've witnessed everything he did on Eighth Avenue. Since they dared to let him out in front of them, they must have ways to control him. As for that super powerful mech, since it was made by them, even if I steal it, I probably won't be able to start or use it.

"Hey!" Bronsky suddenly grinned, leaned forward slightly, and slowly extended his hand to Ivan Vanko: "You must be a madman."

"You're about the same." Ivan Vanko also extended his hand. "I'll give you a day to familiarize yourself with the mech's controls. Thanksgiving is the day after tomorrow. Choosing to launch it on that day will make it a sensation in history... I can't wait!"

Snapped!

Their hands clasped together.

Although Ivan Vanko is quite muscular, when his hand clasped Bronsky's, it still looked as small as a newborn baby.

"I like madmen! But don't call me Bronsky anymore." Bronsky released his grip and said coldly, "From now on, call me Abomination! That name will soon become the nightmare of all of New York!"