Marvel starts with Drive as a Knight

"Tsk! Are you still being stubborn even at this point? Fine, I'll accept your provocation and show you how big the gap between us is!"

As he said that, Ivan raised his hand and swung out another whip.

"Drink!"

On the whip, there were flashes of lightning and a dangerous atmosphere.

Stark remained calm and composed in the face of danger, calculating the best angle to capture the situation.

"Haha!"

He threw a punch directly, and the drill bit rotated, directly sending the whip rope flying.

"Nice speed and accuracy, but it's all useless!"

"Drink!"

Ivan waved his arms again, and the two whip ropes launched a violent attack like snakes.

"Whether it is useful or not, let your actions speak for themselves!"

Stark's brain was like a high-precision computer. With the assistance of Jarvis, he quickly calculated all the counterattack points.

"Ola Lala!"

“Pah pah pah pah~!”

The fist and the whip collided with each other, and each strike was accurate and correct. The seemingly impeccable attack was blocked by Tony.

Moreover, Stark seized an excellent opportunity, found Ivan Vanko's weakness, crouched down, stepped forward, and punched out.

"Haha!"

"Shua~!"

The high-speed rotating drill bit scraped past the side of Ivan Vanko's head armor, leaving a striking scratch on his helmet.

"This guy!"

Ivan quickly stepped back and distanced himself. If he had not reacted in time, Stark's punch would have hit him in the face, and he would have been either dead or injured.

"How interesting, you can actually release the attack and counterattack at the same time. But how are you going to defend against this next move?"

Ivan yelled and slapped his belt.

"Ding~!"

A burst of Russian folk music suddenly sounded, and a dazzling golden light bloomed on Ivan's armor.

"What kind of move is this?!"

The strong golden light blocked Stark's vision for a moment.

"Take that, Stark!"

A low mechanical sound came from Ivan Vanko's direction.

“Whiplash Burst impact!”

In the golden light, countless whips were seen attacking Stark. However, those seemingly countless attacks were actually phantoms created by the same whip moving at high speed.

Seeing this, Stark immediately made a judgment and chose to defend. He half-crouched and put his hands together, and the heavy drill arm armor formed a shield.

“Bang bang bang bang bang~!”

The rain-like attacks bombarded Stark's arms, knocking him back several meters.

"Wei~! Hahahaha! Stark, you've been fooled. This is exactly what I want you to do. Take this. This is the real killer move!"

"what?"

Ivan jumped high and kicked towards Stark in the air.

"Take that, Rider kick!"

At the moment when Ivan kicked out, Stark under the mask showed a triumphant smile.

"What a coincidence, Ivan. This is the moment I've been waiting for!"

As he spoke, Stark clicked his belt behind him.

Jarvis's mechanical voice sounded.

“One, two, three!

Stark Spiral crushing!

All the thrusters on Stark's armor were activated, and he put his hands together to form a huge drill, and rushed straight towards Ivan.

"Drink!"

"Haha!"

"Boom~!"

The two men collided with each other, causing a huge impact, but for a moment they were stuck in mid-air with neither of them gaining the upper hand.

"The winner is me!"

Ivan Vanko pressed his belt frantically, causing the output power of the reaction core to surge.

"Don't be ridiculous, you've already lost from the beginning!"

"what!"

But he saw that a drill was missing from Stark's arm at some point.

Suddenly, Ivan saw a frantic warning prompt in front of his eyes.

Another drill appeared. The silver drill fell from the sky and sandwiched Stark from both sides.

"It's over! Double smash!"

"Boom~!"

With a loud bang, two figures flew in different directions.

Boom~!

Stark fell heavily to the ground, but fortunately the armor cushioned the fall and he was not seriously injured.

But Ivan disappeared in the vast Gobi Desert.

Looking at the disappearing Ivan, Stark did not feel the joy of a winner, but instead felt like something was missing.

"This guy, if he hadn't gone astray, would have been a talented person. Jarvis, let's go home!"

It started to propel west and turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.

Ivan, who fell in the next room, had his armor disintegrated and his belt fell to the side.

"Damn Tony Stark, you win this time!"

Before Ivan fell unconscious, he saw a black figure walking towards him and picking up his belt.

Chapter 411: Post-War Anxiety

Back at Stark Tower, Tony walked directly into the laboratory, took off his belt and threw it on the maintenance table. Robotic arms emerged from the wall and began maintenance inspections.

However, Tony felt a little uneasy after leaving the belt, and finally walked to the safe. Through iris recognition, the safe slowly opened, and there were actually several belts of different models stored inside.

Stark picked up a spare belt and buckled it around his waist, touching the belt with relief.

"Okay, now I feel much more comfortable."

As he said that, he walked towards the computer and began to prepare to upgrade his armor. He thought he was talented enough. After only a short period of research, he had already created a new model of convenient switching armor. However, after this "final battle" with Ivan.

He understood that no matter how talented he was, he could not be too complacent, because there were people chasing him. Although Ivan Vanko had fallen, who knew when another Ivan Vanko or Ivan Yike would appear.

But no matter how many more people appear, Tony Stark will not worry, because he is the best one.

"Let me think about how to come up with a new upgrade idea."

Just as Tony was about to draw a new blueprint, he felt his eyes were a little blurry.

"S~, what happened? Did you injure your optic nerve during the battle?"

Tony rubbed his eyes as if this could make him feel better.

Jarvis' voice sounded at the right time. As a smart butler, he was very competent.

"Sir, according to my scan, your visual nervous system is not damaged. It is caused by you not resting for too long and experiencing a long battle. I suggest that you take a rest first. It will help your body."

"Hey Jarvis, what do you mean I haven't rested for too long? I just haven't slept for three nights, which is not a big deal for my genius Tony Stark."

Tony stood up as he spoke, not caring whether he was tired or not, as he felt a little hungry.

However, his vision suddenly went dark and he almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Jarvis extended his mechanical arm in time, pushed over a chair and caught him.

"Sir, I suggest you take a rest. It would be best if you could find someone to take care of you. I'm trying to contact Miss Pepperpotts for you."

"Stop, stop, stop! Stop it, don't tell Pepper."

Stark quickly called Jarvis, he didn't want Pepper to see him like this.

"I understand. Let's put the armor upgrade aside for now. I should take a break. This is a break for me after defeating that Russian guy."

With that, Stark walked out of the laboratory.

Back in his room, Stark tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

Countless images flashed through my mind: the Chitauri army, the ruined city, the stricken citizens...

"what!"

Stark suddenly woke up from the bed and subconsciously clicked his belt.

The armor was integrated in an instant.

"Huh! Huh! Huh! What's wrong with me?"

Stark then realized that this was his room and there was no war or disaster happening.

Jarvis' voice sounded again.

"Sir, based on your performance and physical index, you have severe anxiety disorder."

"I have anxiety disorder. How is that possible? I am a genius. Who else can make me anxious? That Russian guy I defeated? Or those alien whales? Please, they are all defeated by me."

Stark laughed as he canceled his transformation, but in reality, he knew exactly what was going on with him.

Post-war anxiety.

"Jarvis, how long have I been asleep?"

"Sir, you just entered a light sleep for fifteen minutes, which is far from the level of rest your body needs."

"Really? But I feel very energetic now and not sleepy at all. Why don't I go watch some TV? Maybe there will be some silly news to cheer me up."

As he said this, he walked into the living room and turned on the TV.

I casually flipped through a few channels and listened carefully to what those slick and sensational guys on TV were talking about. I found that they seemed to be talking about the same thing.

This caught his attention and he looked around to see what was going on.

After listening carefully, he realized that during the three days when he was fighting with Ivan Vanko, three bombings occurred, and the leader of a terrorist organization admitted that they were responsible, and called on the White House to launch a West-East attack against the United States.

These incidents have aroused public opinion and have prompted calls for a response from the White House.

Then those politicians also gave an official response, saying that they would launch military operations against this organization and send Iron Patriots to take charge.

"Iron Patriot?"

Seeing the war machine that had been repainted, and his old friend Rod who had been promoted again.

Tony, who had nothing to do, called and made an appointment with his good friend.

...

In the luxurious bar, Tony couldn't help laughing when he saw Rhodes.

"Wow, who is this, isn't this the Iron Patriot?"

Rhodes looked embarrassed.

"Okay Tony, stop laughing at me. The name War Machine is too violent, so the people above didn't like it, so they changed my name. I originally refused to change the color, but you also understand that sometimes I can't help myself."