TNT (Revised)

"What the f*ck!?"

Stane stared through the visual system of his Iron Monger, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

A Frying Pan had actually blocked his anti-tank missile!

Could someone tell him what kind of scientific principle this was!?

As a top-tier scientist, Tony could only express: I'd like to know that too, damn it!

Stane forcibly suppressed the absurdity churning in his heart, glared at Du Mu, and said, "I recognize you. You're Tony's bodyguard."

Du Mu advised, "Stane, stop now. Your daughter is still waiting for you to come home for dinner."

Stane: "?"

Wait, how did you know about that?

"No matter who you are, anyone who gets in my way dies!"

Stane let out a cold snort, maneuvered the Iron Monger to charge violently at Du Mu, swung his massive metal fist high, and smashed it down toward him with all his might!

Du Mu performed a clean roll to dodge the attack, and a crater was instantly smashed into the ground where he had been standing.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Du Mu pulled out his Golden Desert Eagle and fired continuously, the bullets sparking countless flashes of fire against the Iron Monger.

"Hahaha! It's useless! My Iron Monger is invincible!"

Stane laughed arrogantly, the Iron Monger immediately raised its arm, and the Gatling gun barrels began to spin once more!

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat--!

A dense storm of metal formed instantly, sweeping madly toward Du Mu!

Du Mu immediately moved with agility to dodge, sprinting and rolling; his movements were fluid and smooth, his evasion practiced to perfection!

These were all basic operations from playing Souls-like games back in the day; the footwork was already etched into his DNA.

After a full round of strafing, Stane hadn't even managed to graze the corner of Du Mu's clothes.

What was even more infuriating was that while dodging, Du Mu kept spouting all sorts of taunts.

"Old lady crossing the street, old lady dancing in the square, old lady doing a backstep..."

F*ck your old lady!

Stane's blood pressure spiked rapidly, and his face turned visibly red with rage.

"Stane!"

Tony naturally wouldn't sit by and watch the show. Seizing the opportunity, a row of micro-missiles rose from the shoulders of his Mark III, locking onto the target and firing instantly!

BOOM!!

A violent explosion swallowed the Iron Monger whole, with thick black smoke and flames surging into the sky.

But as the saying goes, if there's smoke, there's no damage.

Heavy metallic footsteps echoed as the Iron Monger stepped out of the flames completely unscathed; there wasn't even a noticeable dent on the surface of the Steel Armor, only the charred marks left by the explosion.

Du Mu jumped to Tony's side and whispered, "This boss's defense is a bit overpowered. It's much stronger than your armor."

Tony: "..."

Damn it, I'm building a bigger one when I get back!

"His shell is too thick; this isn't working. Tony, I have a plan!" Du Mu said suddenly.

"What plan?"

"Don't ask. I'm going to go prepare. You keep Stane busy as long as you can, then lure him to this location. Leave the rest to me." Du Mu gave him a location on the outskirts of the city.

"Fine."

Things had reached this point; Tony had no choice but to trust Du Mu.

Watching Du Mu turn and run away, Stane mocked, "Tony, it seems your bodyguard has abandoned you."

"Just like how your wife abandoned you back then? And then you found a second wife and even made her daughter your assistant?"

When it came to sharp tongues, Tony had never feared anyone.

"You're courting death!"

Stane was instantly enraged, casting Du Mu aside to clash with Tony once again.

After a few rounds, Tony quickly fell into a disadvantage, being pinned to the ground and pummeled by the Iron Monger until his Mark III was reduced to a battle-damaged version.

However, the shock-absorption system of this Steel Armor was truly monstrous.

By all logic, even if the outer shell of the Steel Armor were hard, the human body inside should have been turned into mush or suffered a severe concussion from such violent kinetic impacts.

Yet, aside from being dizzy and disoriented, Tony remained full of vigor, as if the Steel Armor were his health bar—as long as the armor held, he wouldn't be injured. It was just like the "clothing-shredding" mechanic in certain games.

BANG!!

Tony didn't know how many times he had been sent flying by the Iron Monger armor!

He immediately activated the thrusters in his palms to stabilize his posture, hovering in mid-air in a slightly embarrassing, maiden-like pose.

Seeing this, Stane laughed wildly: "Not bad, you've made improvements, but I've also improved a few things myself!"

As soon as he finished speaking, dazzling flames erupted from the soles of the Iron Monger armor, and its massive frame actually wobbled as it lifted into the air!

Copycat!

Tony Stark gritted his teeth in hatred, then ordered Jarvis to head toward the location Du Mu had mentioned.

Stane, refusing to be outdone, followed closely behind, his legs jetting like rockets and spewing massive amounts of black exhaust that severely polluted the environment.

The two chased each other through the air, quickly arriving at a spot in the suburbs.

"Remaining energy is below 5%."

Just as he landed, Tony heard Jarvis's voice.

After such a long battle, the Steel Armor's energy was nearly depleted.

Where did that guy Du Mu run off to? He didn't run away, did he?

Tony felt a surge of anxiety, scanning his surroundings but failing to find any sign of Du Mu.

Bang!

Suddenly, Tony heard a heavy, thunderous sound from behind him.

Tony had just turned his head when he saw the Iron Monger armor land behind him and suddenly reach out to pull him into a tight embrace.

Stane sneered: "Tony, is this the graveyard you chose for yourself?"

As he spoke, the Iron Monger armor's hands gradually tightened, executing a Bear Hug Crush, and the Mark III immediately emitted sounds of unbearable strain.

Jarvis reported incessantly: "Left arm severely damaged, most weapons disabled, air conditioning system intact..."

"Flares!!"

Tony roared, and the legs of the Mark III instantly sprayed out a massive burst of light, forcing the Iron Monger armor to loosen its grip, allowing him to barely break free.

"Energy remaining at 2%, activating emergency backup power." Jarvis's voice sounded again.

Damn it!

Tony thought to himself, this is bad.

As the energy ran out, the Mark III lost most of its functions, leaving only the most basic mobility.

At this moment, Stane recovered as well. Looking at the dimming lights of the Mark III, he immediately understood what was happening and said in a mocking tone: "How ironic, Tony. You said you wanted to eliminate weapons, yet you ended up creating an even more powerful one."

"Now, die by the very weapon you created with your own hands!"

Stane controlled the Iron Monger armor to walk toward Tony, preparing to send this nephew to meet his dead father.

Suddenly, a voice came from afar.

"Hey, look over here."

Stane immediately looked toward the source of the sound and discovered Du Mu shouldering an RPG Rocket Launcher aimed right at him.

Stane scoffed disdainfully: "You think this thing can hurt my armor?"

"If one isn't enough, what about a hundred?"

"?"

Before Stane could think it over, Du Mu decisively pulled the trigger!

Whoosh--!

The rocket trailed fire as it slammed straight toward... the ground beneath Stane's feet!

BOOM!!!

The violent explosion instantly tore the ground apart!

Stane felt the ground beneath him vanish, and the Iron Monger armor instantly lost its balance, plummeting downward uncontrollably!

Amidst the swirling dust, Stane was shocked to discover that he had fallen into a massive underground space. The surrounding dirt and stone blocks were strange, shaped into extremely regular cubes, and there were clear signs of excavation.

And at the bottom of this massive pit lay countless red-and-white blocky objects, flickering with rapid white light.

Clearly printed on them were three glaring letters:

TNT!