"The Silver Knight!"
"Come on!"
"Take them down!"
Feeney's performance sent the rescued crowd into a frenzy. They cheered him on excitedly.
There weren't many robots on the ground—or at least, not compared to the swarm in the sky, which chased Tony like a plague of locusts.
Feeney quickly cleared the ground, but even so, many people had been caught in the crossfire and lay in pools of blood.
He couldn't worry about them right now. Tony was surrounded by a horde of robots in the air, in constant danger. If War Machine hadn't suddenly arrived to help, Tony might already have been knocked out of the sky.
Fortunately, with the two of them drawing the robots' attention, most of the machines had gathered together.
Feeney had obtained the Golden Great Deduction Technique seventeen years ago. Even if he counted only from when he could actually use it, he'd still spent a full ten years training with it, never once giving up.
In particular, after joining Kamar-Taj two years ago, he'd learned why his abilities were limited, and his skill had improved by leaps and bounds.
The Golden Great Deduction Technique might not have been his strongest ability at the moment, but it was the one he took most seriously. Its potential was enormous, and its power terrifying. He didn't want to reach the end only to find he couldn't master it.
Day after day of training, year after year of practice—Feeney had hardly ever let up.
So even with the Three Sanctums' restrictions and the Sorcerers' power holding him back, the Golden Great Deduction Technique had continued to improve steadily.
Feeney used the Soaring Skill to fly into the air and hovered not far from Tony and Rhodes. After taking a deep breath, he focused all his thoughts and