TZ Titanium Alloy, Electronic Blackout—Please Read On, Please Bookmark

Tony Stark's Iron Armor was unquestionably crushed in combat by Obadiah's Iron Armor. Whether it was the palm-mounted Energy Pulse cannon or pure physical force, neither inflicted the slightest damage on Obadiah's Iron Armor. The two fought from Stark Industries' compound all the way to a nearby highway. Tony Stark looked like a toddler desperately resisting an adult.

The highway had been thrown into chaos by the appearance of the two iron men, and the crowds scattered by car accidents and explosions screamed as they tried to flee the battlefield.

Obadiah's Mechanical Arm grabbed an empty car beside him, its doors hanging open, and wielded it as a weapon, smashing it straight into Tony Stark, who had just risen from the ground. Tony Stark, protected by his Iron Armor, had not even regained his footing before another tremendous force sent him flying, leaving him nauseated from the impact.

"Thirty years. Thirty years, Tony!" Obadiah controlled his Iron Monger as it stomped toward Tony with heavy thuds. A massive iron foot, nearly half the size of Tony's Mark II, came down hard on him and pinned him in place. "Stark Industries was built by my own hands. It is my life's work! You and your father only understand technology, not business!

Since you survived, you shouldn't have come back here to die! No one can stop me now! No one! I will lead Stark Industries to new heights! Heights neither you nor your father could ever reach! Goodbye, Tony." A pulse cannon identical to the one in Mark II's palm emerged from Iron Monger's hand.

A pencil-thin missile came screaming in from afar and exploded between Iron Monger and Mark II at the critical moment.

Iron Monger's towering body was blasted several meters backward by the shockwave. Tony Stark, who had been pinned beneath its foot, took the opportunity to activate the energy jets in his palms and soles, tracing a long arc from the ground as he shot into the air.

"Another little bug."

Although Iron Monger had taken the blast to the chest, its thick armor and the armor technology provided by The Maker had clearly mitigated the damage effectively. The greatest feature of this Iron Armor, redesigned and modified by The Maker, was its exceptional defense. At least so far, conventional weapons had found it difficult to harm its Main Body.

Iron Monger looked toward the source of the miniature missile. In the distance, an unknown Iron Armor painted in black and white was caught by Iron Monger's Mechanical Eyes and displayed on the Virtual Screen before Obadiah.

Anger at being interrupted and a cold sneer appeared on Obadiah's face. A metal panel flipped open on Iron Monger's shoulder, and an arm-thick laser-guided missile rose from within, locking onto Snoke, who had interfered and saved Tony Stark once.

"Got you! Goodbye, little bug."

Trailing flames behind it, the missile carved a curved arc through the air and flew directly toward Snoke.

Just as Obadiah was about to enjoy the beautiful fireworks he had created, Snoke, clad in his custom Mechanical Suit, merely spread his arms. A curtain of darkness abruptly appeared before him, then rapidly expanded into a hemisphere that enveloped him completely. The missile fired by Iron Monger flew straight into the black curtain.

There was no explosion.

There was no fire.

There was only the stillness of darkness.

When the black curtain dispersed and Snoke's black-and-white iron figure came back into view, Obadiah's eyes narrowed involuntarily. The image captured by the Mechanical Eyes clearly projected everything onto the screen inside his armor. He saw that the missile he had fired was now held in Snoke's mechanical palm, reduced to a dud.

Electronic Blackout.

A technology invented by Luke that could disable all sophisticated electronic software.

Snoke did not understand such advanced technology, but he knew that his operating manual described what this technology could achieve and how it could be used. When he deployed the Electronic Blackout, any weapon controlled by electronic components that passed through the curtain would fail. In other words, missiles and other weapons normally controlled by electronic components were useless against Snoke and the others.

This prevented them from being directly injured or even killed by missiles and similar weapons. They could have learned from Tony Stark and used the mobility of their Iron Armor to play cat-and-mouse with missiles, but one of the reasons they had been assembled was to serve as security. When they had someone to protect, abandoning that target was naturally unacceptable.

This technology had already been tested many times at the test site. This real battle could only be called a small trial of its edge.

Obadiah cursed under his breath. He did not know what had happened, but the other side must have used some method to neutralize the missile he had fired. If that was the case, Obadiah sneered. Iron Monger's giant steel body began charging toward Snoke with heavy thuds. While charging, it raised both Mechanical Arms, maintaining its balance with the intelligent system, and the two six-barreled machine guns mounted on its arms spat dense flashes of fire into the night.

A rampaging Iron Giant sprinted down the highway, and the sense of impact was overwhelming.

However, for Snoke, who spent his days at Luke's Lab and had seen all kinds of Luke's Mechanical Creations, that sense of shock was not particularly strong.

Thud!

Iron Monger's close-range mechanical fist smashed heavily into Snoke's Black and White Mechanical Armor. His entire body rocked backward, but with the help of the foot stabilization devices, he quickly steadied himself.

"Kinetic impact received."
"Kinetic energy converted and stored."
"Ready for release."

Snoke clenched his fist. Before Tony's eyes, as he raced through the air to help, Snoke sent the kinetic energy he had converted through his Mechanical Arm and slammed it heavily into Iron Monger. Iron Monger, which had remained as steady as a mountain and completely unmoved under Tony's attacks, was actually knocked two staggering steps back by Snoke's slender, seemingly fragile iron arm. Its arms flailed as it nearly fell.

The sight left Tony, still in the air, dumbfounded. The size difference between the two fighters below was at least half a body, yet the results of their respective punches were astonishingly reversed.

If Luke knew what Tony Stark was thinking at that moment, he would probably be unable to resist advertising his own material: TZ-92 Titanium Alloy—you deserve it.

PS1: It was Tuesday again, when recommendations determined life or death. Please make sure to read through to the final page. Seriously, don't let a new book pile up unread. Several books that started at the same time as my last one had too many readers stockpiling chapters and failed to advance, so they were finished after this week. Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday are truly crucial for a new book's follow-up reads!!!

PS2: The increase in bookmarks today was not very high. I'll reflect on it.