The Emperor's New Clothes (1)

Main Universe, Earth.

Tony had finally completed a new round of upgrades on the Final Judgment Masters and was brimming with confidence.

"Energy transmission efficiency increased by 12%, speed coordination increased by 19%... Congratulations, sir. You now possess power rivaling that of a god."

Jarvis faithfully reported on the Anti-Celestial Armor's status, taking the opportunity to flatter him as well.

In the vast underground space, the six-hundred-meter-tall Final Judgment Masters stood silently, radiating an invisible pressure that weighed heavily on everyone who came here.

This was also the strongest armor Tony could produce.

"Jarvis, tell me, if I fought that bat again, who would win?" Tony lifted his chin arrogantly.

"Of course it would be you, sir. His Fenrir Armor wouldn't last three seconds against you," Jarvis said.

Years ago, during the great battle between the Justice League and the Avengers, Batman had piloted the Fenrir Armor and repeatedly ground Iron Man into the dirt.

Even after all these years, Tony still could not let it go. He felt that his talent had been humiliated by that gloomy creature.

Until the Anti-Celestial Armor burst onto the scene!

Tony's confidence had soared. He felt that Batman would never catch up to him in this lifetime. Even among Level Seven armors, the Anti-Celestial Armor possessed astonishing combat power!

Could that annoying bat possibly build a Level Eight armor? What a joke. A Level Eight armor was not something humans could build. At the very least, that bat could not do it.

"With this, Earth can finally be safe. No matter who comes, we'll have the confidence to strike back. Whether it's a new model of Celestial or Steppenwolf from Apocalypse, we won't be afraid."

Holding a glass of red wine, Tony proudly gazed at the Celestial Armor standing quietly before him, feeling