Super God: If I punch you, you will die

With a gun pressed against his head, the pilot stared in horror at the instrument panel. "Our engines are damaged, and we're rapidly descending."

"At this rate, we're about to crash."

Apart from the pilots and the president, everyone else has been eliminated by Aldrich Killian and the other Extremis warriors.

The president trembled upon hearing this.

He was filled with despair.

"Falling? What's going on?!"

Aldridge Killian was shouting himself hoarse, never expecting that the other side could be so brazen even after the president had been kidnapped.

"Was it you who did this?!"

Aldridge Killian pressed his pistol against the pilot's head, almost piercing it, and the pilot was so terrified he nearly wet himself.

In this peaceful era, most pilots have not experienced the trials of war.

They faced death.

More of a fear.

Instead of remaining calm in the face of danger.

He would rather die than give up.

It was not a grand sacrifice to serve the country.

"Oops."

Stark looked anxious. He always considered himself the nation's number one superhero, but even being a hero was no use at this moment.

This is an entire airplane.

"Miss Qilin, what exactly are you trying to do? Our mission is to rescue the president, not to hasten his death."

Stark was heartbroken.

It's so hard for him.

There is pain that cannot be expressed.

"Shut up, you lump of iron."

A voice came through the communication channel, and Stark had no idea how Kirin had hacked into his internal communication channel.

Dumbfounded.

Meanwhile, Aldridge Killian also discovered Stark, and he hated him with a vengeance.

This Iron Man.

He ruined his plans time and time again!

"I didn't expect someone would actually come to rescue you. Well then, you might as well go see God sooner, Mr. President. I thought killing you would require some kind of ritual, which would be more in line with Mandarin's style, but it seems you can only stay here."

Killian revealed a fierce smile.

He wanted to ruin Iron Man Stark's reputation and make him utterly defeated.

It all started at that party in '99, when he was a huge fan of Tony Stark and followed him around.

At that time, Aldridge Killian was researching the Extremis virus.

He longed to gain Stark's favor.

He was full of hope.

but--

When Stark saw the down-on-his-luck Aldridge Killian, the latter's words, "Wait for me on the rooftop tonight, I'm very interested in your project," sent his spirits soaring.

With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Killian thought he had finally met his mentor.

He was filled with gratitude and anticipation.

Mixed feelings.

However, a night passed, and Stark was nowhere to be seen.

Aldridge Killian will never forget that unforgettable moment, that despair and resentment. He—

Want revenge!

Revenge on Stark.

I especially hate seeing Iron Man Stark's face on screen.

He, Aldridge Killian, is determined to ruin Iron Man's reputation.

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“Mr. President, I apologize for being late.” Stark struck an elegant pose; he could even imagine the president’s surprise.

Snapped!

Qilin stepped on Stark's head and jumped into the falling plane cabin.

boom!

As Killian assumed his stance, Kirin delivered a flying kick that sent him flying. Killian didn't even realize it; he felt his ribs snapping one by one.

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

Then came a dizzying spin.

He was slammed against the cabin wall.

"Aldridge Killian? Let's fight one-on-one if you dare."

Stark also stood inside the cabin of Air Force One, looking down defiantly at Killian lying on the ground, striking a cool attacking pose.

Killian's body became burning hot, especially his scarlet eyes, which were filled with murderous intent, and the magma-like cracks that appeared on his face.

Even the air temperature is slowly rising.

He grabbed Iron Man by the throat.

“Stark, you may have forgotten what you did to me, but you will never forget. I will make you pay the price.”

Click!

"Sir, the damage to your left arm is 100%."

Stark's left arm was completely melted away, and his mechanical arm was removed.

Killian's crimson palm was aimed at Stark's chest.

That's a reactor.

Once the reactor shuts down, Iron Man's Mark armor will be nothing but a pile of scrap metal.

"Are you feeling a little hot? I'll make you heat up quickly, so you can be a red-hot iron turtle."

Killian's mind replayed the scenes of the humiliation he had suffered.

He wants Stark to pay a hundredfold, a thousandfold.

As for the woman who had just flattened him, she seems to have disappeared.

Whatever.

Taking down Stark is the most important thing.

Stark's face showed a pained expression.

“Stark, you never thought I’d see you in such a sorry state, did you? I’ll ruin your reputation.”

Killian went mad when he saw the disheveled Iron Man Stark; he completely lost his rationality.

This exhilarating pleasure stimulated his nerves.

They even forget to observe their surroundings.

"Just wait until you're completely ruined, Stark."

Killian's smile gradually faded as he realized that he was the only one left in the cabin, along with a disheveled Stark lying on the floor.

No one is empty.

Where is the president?

"Who are you? Are you Stark's reinforcements? Our plane is about to crash, I think we should evacuate..."

The president's back was soaked with sweat.

He couldn't understand why the woman in front of him was still so elegant, nor could he understand why she didn't run away.

"It seems that the iron lump still can't handle that little fire man."

Qi Lin sighed softly.

A lump of iron?

Little Fireman?

The president was completely bewildered. It took him a few seconds to realize that the "iron lump" referred to Iron Man Stark, and the "little fireman" referred to the hijackers.

president:"……"

Stark: "..."

Stark's eyes were filled with despair. Why not just extinguish this wretched 'little fireman' all at once? Wait, this nickname actually seems kind of cute. Much better than his nickname 'Iron Lump'. Stark inwardly protested a hundred times.

so what.

At this moment, the one being trampled and rubbed underfoot is none other than Iron Man Stark.

Do you want to kill me?

Qi Lin glanced at Killian, whose eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Killian knocked Stark to the ground.

He stretched his muscles, and the injured parts were healing at a visible speed.

Extremis virus.

Extremis is a virus that can enhance the body's abilities and repair damaged parts of the body.

Not only can the injured Extremis virus survivors heal themselves like Wolverine, but they can also spontaneously generate high fever.

However, not everyone can be injected with the Extremis virus and adapt to it completely; there will be rejection phenomena.

The result of maladaptation is self-destruction.

Killian was able to successfully use the Extremis virus from the start, which he considered his good fortune, as if fate had given him the opportunity to take revenge on Tony Stark.

"I wonder if you can withstand one of my bullets. It would be a real disappointment if you died so easily."

Qi Lin smiled.

Stark, however, was dumbfounded.

"Damn it, I'm going to kill you! You deserve to die!"

A fire of rage burned within Kylian's chest.

What he hated most was that kind of mocking smile.

"go to hell!!"

The scorching, lava-like fist came hurtling towards them at incredible speed.

The Extremis virus rapidly enhanced his physical abilities.

Both its attack power and speed are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

With lightning speed.

As fast as lightning.

As the punch landed on Qilin, Killian's smile twisted; he could even foresee Qilin's chest being burned.

"Hahahahaha."