An Old Hand Who Doesn't Play by the Rules

"What?!" When he saw that his attack had not affected General Ross at all, Tony Stark's pupils abruptly shrank. Even though he was using a set of portable armor, its firepower system honestly was not weak—at the very least, it far surpassed the previous few generations of armor.

After seeing General Ross's size, Tony Stark had not thought that his shot would be able to blast General Ross to death—and actually killing General Ross would have been a huge problem anyway. He had only wanted to force General Ross back. But Tony Stark had never imagined that his cannon blast would strike General Ross and produce no reaction whatsoever...

Judging from that alone, General Ross's strength was going to be even more formidable than Tony Stark had imagined. Even if the real Hulk came, before his rage reached a certain level, he might not necessarily be able to beat General Ross.

Tony Stark even worried a little whether General Ross's strength really was calculated according to his size. If it was, that meant that before Hulk's rage brought him up to General Ross's height, he would not be General Ross's match. Even among the Avengers, only a few people would be capable of defeating a General Ross like this...

"Heh, that's it?" Hearing Tony Stark's startled cry, General Ross smiled disdainfully. He looked at Tony Stark and said, "If this is all the Avengers are capable of, then to be honest, your status really shouldn't be so special..."

"Oh? Is that so? Fine, then. How about both sides set up an arena and have a proper match? If you win in the end, I'll have no problem with you replacing the Avengers' existence! Do you dare?" Hearing General Ross's mockery, Tony Stark gradually came back to his senses. He did