Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings

Boom boom boom!

High in the sky, the sounds of explosions continued to echo.

At this moment, the battle between Iron Man and Iron Monger has reached its climax!

Moreover, the situation is visibly developing in a direction unfavorable to Tony.

The Mark III's performance was indeed superior to the Iron Monger.

However, because Tony wanted to show off to the fullest, he didn't want too many firearms to ruin the aesthetics of the suit.

As time went on, Tony found that his weapon stockpile was clearly running low!

After he ran out of weapons, he only had the palm cannon and the energy cannon in his chest left to use.

And the Iron Monger...

As a war machine built by the arms dealer Obadiah, this thing was never designed with aesthetics in mind; its main focus was on piling on materials.

The Iron Monger's body was filled with a large amount of ammunition.

This allowed the Iron Monger to gradually demonstrate its advantages after enduring the initial round of bombing.

When Tony only had his palm cannon and energy cannon left, Iron Monger could still fire weapons from all over his body, forcing Mark III to rely on his speed to dodge in a sorry state.

"How ironic, Tony!"

Seeing that the situation was starting to develop in his favor again, Obadiah regained his confidence and began to mock Tony again:

"You wanted to keep the world away from weapons, but you invented the greatest weapon ever!"

"And... you're about to die at the hands of the very weapon you developed, simply because you hate weapons!"

As Obadiah smugly recited his award acceptance speech, Tony hesitated about whether to use the fact that high-altitude air currents would freeze the armor to deal with Iron Monger.

"Oh~ really?" A relaxed and languid voice rang out somewhat abruptly.

"But I don't think so."

The sudden voice startled Obadiah and Tony.

The two instinctively turned their heads to look, and then... they saw Peter "strolling" in the air.

"Sir, an abnormal scene has been detected. It is suspected that a virus is attacking my core program again!"

Jarvis started giving errors again.

"Shut up!" Tony interrupted Jarvis's report impatiently and immediately canceled the self-test procedure.

It's incredibly rude to question your father like that!

“Jarvis, there is no need to report any unusual reactions related to ‘The Arbiter’ Peter Parker from now on.”

"So, sir, what should we do now?" Jarvis asked blankly.

"Is that even a question?" A relaxed smile appeared on Tony's face.

"Just watch what Daddy does!"

Chapter 90: Tearing apart a Gundam

high in the air.

Obadiah clearly didn't hear Tony's mutterings.

Even if he heard it, he wouldn't take it to heart.

Because he had been fighting Tony high in the air, he was completely unaware of what was happening on the ground.

He didn't know how the Rhino was killed in one move, nor how the Vulture was scared away by Peter and then riddled with holes by the Wheel of Fortune.

Even now, he still sees Peter as nothing more than a mortal being who has undergone some kind of experimental mutation.

In his simple worldview, no matter how capable a person is, they are still just a flesh and blood being.

A body of flesh and blood cannot possibly break through one's own steel armor!

"Who cares what you're thinking, you idiot!"

Obadiah grinned maliciously and pressed the launch button heavily with his short, stubby fingers:

"Take your words out to my anti-tank missile!"

Obadiah was still fantasizing that his missiles could teach Peter a lesson.

However, the missile's exhaust plume had only just begun to ignite, and it hadn't even had time to detach from the launch pad.

Obadiah saw the figure hovering in the air casually raise its leg and make a shooting motion similar to a soccer goal.

Storm kick!

swoosh~

A visible cyan sword aura appeared out of thin air and precisely struck the anti-tank missile that was just about to be launched!

boom!!!

The missile exploded instantly after being subjected to a violent impact!

The explosion and the resulting flames and shockwaves pushed even a behemoth like the Iron Monger back quite a distance.

Inside the cockpit, alarms blared and screens flashed red lights frantically.

"The sternum is 60% damaged!"

This is because Obadiah was lucky enough to manage to detach the missile from the launcher before the Storm Kick hit it.

Otherwise, if the missile were to explode inside and cause a chain reaction... he'd probably blow himself to bits on the spot!

At that moment, Obadiah was completely stunned.

What the hell?

What was that thing just now? An energy wave kicked out by someone?

This poet?!

Poet, hold on!

Before Obadiah could recover from his shock, Peter's mocking voice rang in his ears:

"Now, who is going to be killed by their own weapon?"

Peter slowly "walked" to the Iron Monger, who had barely managed to maintain his balance, and tapped the Iron Monger's helmet with his finger, producing a series of crisp "clanging" sounds.

"Oh, no, that's not quite accurate."

He tilted his head, looking like he was thinking seriously, and after a moment corrected himself:

"Should we say... who is going to be killed by the weapon they themselves copied?"

Obadiah was already reeling from the impact of the missile, and upon hearing this, he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood onto the screen.

Lies don't hurt, but the truth is the sharpest knife!

The thought that everything he had was copied from Tony, and that he couldn't even use this copied equipment to kill that bastard Tony, was terrifying.

Now, to be mocked like this by the referee, Obadiah broke down on the spot.

"Go to hell!"

Obadiah yelled and raised his hand, causing the machine gun on his wrist to fire countless bullets.

Tony held his breath when he saw this.

But what happened next made him go from holding his breath to gasping for air.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

The bullet struck Peter squarely in the body, but the sound was no different from hitting a steel plate!

Peter was not only unharmed, but he could even leisurely let the blinding electric light wrap around his arm inch by inch.

Then, with a chop-like motion, he sliced ​​off the machine gun along with the Iron Monger's hand armor!

Obadiah's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he saw the Iron Monger's arm armor that Peter had severed on the spot.

What the hell is that monster?!

He had already begun to regret it at this point.

But he knew he had no choice; there was no turning back.

So, he had no choice but to take a desperate gamble and grab his remaining right fist, trying to use the mech's own power system to knock the Arbiter away.

"Huh? This time it's a melee attack!"

Peter continued speaking, still choosing not to dodge, but instead facing the Iron Monger's punch head-on, opting for the simplest and most brutal response.

Head-on clash!

boom!

Peter's fist collided with Iron Monger's fist.

Compared to the Iron Monger's iron fist, Peter's fist was clearly so small.

But the power it unleashed was so great that even the Iron Monger's power system couldn't withstand it.

Crunch!Crunch!

A piercing metallic creaking sound rang out.

To Obadiah's horrified, distorted gaze, Iron Monger's massive fist, forged from a special alloy, was actually pierced through by Peter's fist...!

As Peter withdrew his hand, he also gave a gentle tug, tearing off the armor on Iron Monger's right arm.

Now, the Iron Monger has become a handless tyrant...

"No...this is impossible!"

Obadiah let out a desperate scream.

Disassembling a mecha with bare hands was a surreal feat that was completely beyond his comprehension!

Nothing is impossible.