"Alright, looks like I need to use more force."
A cold smile curled across Tony Stark's lips. His Mark 1 suit was no mere flesh-and-blood body.
Every inch of the iron armor embodied the most advanced technology and materials science. A composite structure of bulletproof steel, bulletproof iron, and copper, combined with a lightweight yet durable Titanium Alloy frame, formed an impregnable defensive barrier.
Even against an opponent with physical strength far beyond that of an ordinary person, Tony was confident he could handle him with ease.
He activated the Palm Cannon again. This time, he increased its power output. A dazzling beam shot from his palm, striking the white hockey mask man with the precision of a laser cutter.
Where the beam passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, releasing a piercing shriek.
The man was sent flying as if struck by a speeding car, his entire body slamming viciously into the wall with a dull thud.
The plaster and paint on the wall scattered under the immense impact, leaving behind a horrifying crack.
Tony smiled smugly. He had seen with his own eyes the man's arms and legs twisting at angles no ordinary person could endure. The horrific fractures were obvious at a glance.
"Oh, that must hurt. But you brought it on yourself."
He clicked his tongue in admiration, as though appreciating his own handiwork.
However, just as Yinsen was about to step forward and seize the enemy who seemed to have lost his Battle Power, something shocking happened.
The white hockey mask man actually struggled back to his feet. The twisted parts of his limbs seemed to be forcibly bent back into their original positions by an invisible force, as if time had been rewound.
The sight left both Tony and Yinsen astonished. They had