He swore that he would no longer be the Iron Man who got beaten like a little brother...
He was going to start over.
Aside from the newly designed helmet, hips, and legs, he had also redesigned the flight system, adding maneuvering thrusters.
The Mark Armor was now more refined and more powerful.
"Stark, hurry up!"
Natasha urged.
In truth, she was a little disappointed. The one she had been waiting for was not the only god in her heart—Lin Yan.
He was the only male god who could conquer anything and win every battle.
Of course.
Stark's arrival also rekindled a sliver of hope in her.
After all, something was better than nothing.
"Try this."
The auxiliary weapon compartment on Stark's shoulder opened, and a miniature missile streaked toward the Curse Warrior in a dazzling arc. He smiled in satisfaction.
A beautiful attack, perfect speed.
"J.A.R.V.I.S., help me calculate this big monster's weakness. Though of course, I already know his biggest weakness is that he's too ugly and feels inferior in front of me."
"Yes, sir. Analyzing data."
J.A.R.V.I.S. remained as dutiful as ever.
But his coolness did not last three seconds before Stark's smile froze.
This was Stark's latest creation, a super missile said to be capable of breaking through the toughest fortress in the world.
The instant it struck the Curse Warrior—it misfired! "That was just a tiny mistake. The real performance starts now."
Stark extended his arm, firing a brilliant beam from the laser weapon on it. "Shameless invader, let me, Stark, stop your inhuman slaughter—
—as a superhero, I, Stark, cannot shirk this responsibility!"
He had not even finished speaking.
Boom! The terrifying force instantly sent the King of Posturing, Stark, flying backward, red warning lights flashing wildly all over the Mark Armor.
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