Super God: If I punch you, you will die

Stark looked down at the abomination.

"I have a suggestion for you: you'd better surrender now. If you dare to resist, I don't know what the consequences will be. My temper can be quite bad sometimes..."

He said confidently.

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Stark's palm emitted a blinding light; it was his weapon of arrogance, threateningly aimed at Abomination.

"Hey Hey……"

Far from being intimidated by Stark's imposing manner, Abomination reacted as if it had heard the funniest joke. What? Surrender?

Just because of a little stink bug?

"I gave you a chance."

"Since you don't appreciate it, then let's begin!"

His performance, Stark's, has officially begun.

Whoosh!

boom!

Stark unleashed a beam of light from his palm, and Abomination shot out like a bomb, his force so great that the ground beneath his feet cracked instantly.

A long crack.

It immediately cracked open.

"Hahahaha, is this tickling me?" The Abomination was hit, but felt almost no pain.

This is Stark's first attack.

failure.

However, Stark is the king of show-offs and will never compromise. This fun game has only just begun.

however--

The next second, Abomination swung its arm.

All Stark could see in his field of vision was a huge arm, its veins bulging, getting closer and closer.

Boom!

A loud bang!

Stark felt as if he had been hit by a Tyrannosaurus Rex, and he was sent flying backward completely out of control.

A violent force surged through his body like a torrent, causing his bones to feel almost broken and his vision to shift wildly.

Then, with a loud bang, Stark crashed into a distant building like a cannonball, instantly collapsing half of the house, much to everyone's horror.

The Mark armor immediately sounded an alarm.

"Sir, your armored right arm is severely damaged."

A bad start indeed; Stark's grand show-off plan hasn't been completed yet. Help me up, I, Stark, will continue to put on the show.

He was also horrified.

Is this wretched hatred stronger than the Hulk?

Under the cover of Mark armor.

Stark's face turned pale and then red.

He really found a 'good job,' and it came to him on his own without any prior notice from S.H.I.E.L.D.

“This guy is incredibly strong, Natasha has to be careful. You're not me, don't confront him head-on.”

Stark reminded him.

At the same time, his tone still betrayed his original intention to show off.

The soldiers also witnessed this scene, and they could hardly believe their eyes, all showing expressions of astonishment.

"No, Mr. Stark was... thrown out."

"That's our superhero, Iron Man Tony Stark..."

"Oh my god, that's terrible."

……

They were all horrified, thinking that Stark could turn the tide just like in the last Battle of New York.

But unexpectedly, they were knocked out at the start.

It felt like a fishbone stuck in my throat.

Stark struggled to his feet, then grinned.

"He's just a big idiot with brute force. Does he really think I, Stark, can be defeated so easily?"

Stark looked down at the abomination from high above.

My shoulder still aches slightly.

For him, Stark's performance had only just begun. As for being blasted away, no, that was just carelessness.

It was also to lull the other party into a false sense of security.

strategy.

This is a strategy.

Stark comforted himself and regrouped.

"Roar--"

Abomination glared with blood-red eyes, let out a roar that shook the earth, and grinned wildly. Stark seemed to be fleeing in his field of vision.

A little stink bug trying to escape.

If you were to be slapped against a wall, the scene would certainly be quite exhilarating.

Meanwhile, Natasha raced against time to complete the entire deployment, her eyes sparkling as if awaiting a result.

Boom boom boom!

The ground shook.

Natasha's lips curled into a wicked smile. That big guy really was a brainless idiot; he'd really taken the bait.

"This is the time."

Stark appeared in Natasha's field of vision, and Natasha's trap came into play at that moment, with explosions ringing out one after another.

Rumble!

Rumble, rumble! !

These explosives are enough to destroy even the most perfect armored vehicle, let alone just a big, idiot with a strong physique.

Get it done.

perfect!

"We did it! Natasha!"

Stark couldn't help but feel proud of his plan; he almost applauded on the spot. Without Stark's bravery and wisdom...

How could such a perfect plan be devised?

"Mr. Stark, the second wave of the attack is ready," Jarvis reminded him. This was the moment Stark had been waiting for.

His Jericho missiles were upgraded after the Battle of New York.

The perfect Jericho missile is simply a work of art.

"Although I don't know who you are, anyone who dares to provoke me, Stark, will definitely not live."

attack!

The latest Jericho missile roared out, its attack power several times greater than that of the previous Jericho missiles.

Rumble!

The explosion was deafening.

Stark's plan was not that simple; the explosion caused a nearby skyscraper to collapse bit by bit.

At the last moment, the building collapsed completely.

Just as planned, the building crashed down squarely on the poor idiot, and Stark could even see the flattened corpse.

"Look! This is the consequence of going against me, Stark!"

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"Look! This is the consequence of going against me, Stark!" Stark struck what he thought was a very cool pose.

He, Stark, remains the king of cool.

Overflowing with self-confidence.

"Jarvis, did you record that amazing moment? Make sure Miss Yan sees that heroic instant without leaving a trace... Yes..."

Stark explained.

What was his purpose? To save the world and its people? To eliminate violence and maintain order?

No.

Of course it's just showing off.

At this moment, Natasha's chest was still heaving violently. She was disheveled, but she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"ended."

Natasha's strength lies in her agility, not her raw power. Going head-to-head with such a monstrous woman is not her forte.

The plan was successfully completed.

The image flashed through Natasha's mind.

His handsome face, tall and straight body, and those seemingly indifferent yet deep eyes as vast as the starry sky all exude masculine charm.

So, man.

He exudes masculine charm.

Natasha's cheeks flushed.

The soldiers were all dumbfounded, casting envious, admiring, and respectful glances at them as if they were looking up at a god.

And Stark also enjoyed the spotlight.

“Mr. Stark, that’s amazing.”

"My God, this is Iron Man's true power!"

"Hail Iron Man, our national hero is awesome!"

"handsome!"

"Awesome!"

……

At this moment, the most attention-grabbing figure in the entire arena was Tony Stark, the Iron Man standing at the pinnacle, and the cheers reached Stark's ears.

He waved.

Like an international superstar walking the red carpet.

This is an honor!

He, Stark, wanted to record this glorious moment. Lin Yan might have had a slight edge in the last round, but this time he had won decisively.

Of course, Stark had no idea.

His admired angel Yan was having a relaxed afternoon tea with Lin Yan.