You call yourself Iron Man? My name is Red Swordsman!

"Tony, you said you wouldn't build weapons, but you ended up building the most powerful one."

Obadiah, piloting the Iron Monger, held an Audi aloft. Women and children inside screamed.

"Haha," Obadiah laughed maniacally. "I like this suit!"

"Put them down!" Tony Stark yelled.

"Tony, they deserve this..."

Before he could finish, Obadiah felt the weight in his hand lessen considerably.

A red figure appeared fleetingly. The long sword in his hand slashed, and the roof of the Audi was torn open. The red figure grabbed a child with one hand and leaped into the air.

In the blink of an eye, the red figure appeared on the street in the distance.

After setting down two children, he rushed back to the car and repeated the process.

Damn women, having four kids at once. Adam Smith couldn't hide his dislike for beautiful women and thought to himself, Hmph, they're definitely not her husband's!

After rescuing the four children, Adam Smith walked towards Obadiah, finally allowing him to get a clear look at the newcomer.

"Bastard, how dare you ruin my plan."

Obadiah didn't recognize him. On the day of the "Red Swordsman Murders," he was too worried about his kidnapping plan succeeding to pay attention to the murders on Wall Street.

In free America, how many people died every day?

"Hey, friend!"

Tony Stark didn't know Adam Smith at all. By the time the other man became famous in New York, he had already been blown up by his own company's bombs.

However, seeing him rescue people now, Tony treated him as an ally.

Although he was curious how such a slender body could unleash astonishing speed and power, this wasn't the time to ponder such things.

"Can you go save the lady up there?" Tony asked. "Just like you did before."

Adam Smith couldn't be bothered. When it came to beautiful women, not attacking them was already him considering his plans. Did they expect him to save them?

His long sword was drawn, and the sword light pierced directly into the Iron Monger's right eye.

The lens made of polymer material was easily pierced.

Fortunately, Obadiah's armor was quite large, and the sword light grazed his scalp as it passed.

Having cut through hundreds of people and made countless cuts on human bodies, Adam was already familiar with the feel of cutting people. Thus, as he pierced the lens, he realized the opponent's position was lower.

Attacked, Obadiah instinctively retreated, and the Audi in his hand slid to the right.

Tony quickly stepped forward to catch the Audi.

The female driver was clearly dissatisfied with the panoramic sunroof and had been voicing her objections with screams.

Her high-heeled foot stomped on the accelerator, and the four wheels spun uselessly.

After Tony slowly lowered the Audi, the female driver, wearing a golden-red battle suit, charged forward, sparks flying everywhere.

This female driver was the first person to engage Iron Man in close-quarters combat, but unfortunately, people didn't remember her famous name.

Leaving after accomplishing the deed, hiding his fame and glory.

This is the way of a knight-errant.

Just as Tony Stark finally escaped the close-quarters predicament by raising the Audi's chassis, Adam Smith had already launched a new attack on the Iron Monger.

His figure was like lightning, his sword light like thunder.

The long sword in his hand continuously cut at the thick armor on the Iron Monger's abdomen.

To be fair, "big, rough, dark" often represented sturdiness and durability. The sword edge, wrapped in Inner Force, could cut steel and shave iron without issue. But discussing poison without dosage was hooliganism, just as discussing protection without thickness was.

Although the sword could cut iron, this iron was too thick!

For a while, Adam Smith couldn't break through the Iron Monger's armor.

Obadiah's experience wasn't good either. Although the enemy couldn't hurt him for the moment, he also couldn't hit the agile Adam Smith.

The Iron Monger was already cumbersome, relying on brute force to achieve miracles. Fighting the slender and agile Tony always felt like using a cannon to hit a mosquito. Now, facing Adam, who was even faster and more responsive, he was even more powerless.

"Damn flea, are you only good at running away?" Obadiah roared in frustration.

Hearing this, Adam Smith became angry.

He leaped up, landing on the Iron Monger's shoulder. The long sword in his hand danced, continuously cutting at its large head.

The armor on the head was relatively thin. Before long, the top of its head was torn open.

A blast of cold air rushed in. Obadiah, inside the armor, happened to look up and saw Adam's cold face.

"It's over!"

The cockpit he was in was indeed a short distance from his head, but not so far as to avoid the sword in the enemy's hand.

As soon as Adam thrust his sword, the defenseless Obadiah would be split open.

The Iron Monger began to shake violently, trying to throw the enemy on its shoulder off. However, Adam Smith continuously diffused the force, like a maggot on a bone.

Infusing Inner Force into his long sword, Adam raised his sword and thrust down.

The unexpected happened: the sword in his hand could no longer bear the strain and shattered into pieces.

It was just an ordinary stainless steel sword, displayed as a decorative item in a Chinatown martial arts school. Adam Smith had even sharpened it himself with a grinding machine afterward.

After more than three months of use, having cut down over a hundred people, and then clashing head-on with armor just now, the sword was already covered in cracks and nicks.

With the surge of Inner Force at the end, it shattered, both unexpectedly and yet, as expected.

The shattered blade fragments shot towards Obadiah. Although they opened up many wounds on his forehead and shoulders, they didn't deliver a fatal blow.

"Aargh!!!"

The bald man, bleeding profusely, let out a painful wail.

"Hey, buddy!" Tony, finally returning to the battlefield, started off on the wrong foot. "Your weapon doesn't seem very durable."

The opening in Iron Monger's head was too small. Without the long sword, he could still reach inside with his hands, but doing so would be too undignified.

This was Adam Smith's debut. Reporters arranged by Hydra had already arrived overhead by helicopter, broadcasting live to the entire world.

Reaching in to pull out a handful of blood would not only ruin his image but also be quite disgusting.

With these thoughts, Adam Smith retreated gracefully, returning to the street to find a suitable tool.

Iron Monger began close-quarters combat with Tony again, the fight erupting with explosions.

The helicopters in the sky focused their cameras on the battlefield, with famous commentators providing live coverage.

"Hi, everyone!"

"Big Mouth Henry is broadcasting live to you from above Manhattan. As we can see, there are two humanoid machines engaged in combat below..."

"Who are they? Why are they fighting? Henry will reveal more to you!"

The media controlled by Hydra, meanwhile, turned their cameras towards Adam Smith, expressing astonishment in various exaggerated tones.

"Oh my god, guess who I see?"

"It's the murderer wanted by the NYPD – Adam Smith!"

"But I saw him save four children who were in danger just now!"

"Why would he save people?"

"Is Adam Smith really a 'murderer'?"

"Would a 'murderer' risk his life to save children?"

"Could the NYPD have made a mistake?"

These reporters successfully piqued the audience's curiosity about Adam Smith and raised doubts about the "Red-Clad Vigilante Murder Case" with just a few words.

The power of the media was evident.

Adam Smith finally found a long, slender steel pipe on the street. Although it wasn't as handy as a long sword, he had to bring his debut to a perfect conclusion.

He charged back into the battlefield. At this moment, Tony had blasted Iron Monger away with an energy blast from his chest. Adam seized the opportunity, flashing to its head.

The steel pipe was thrust in, completing the plan.

Obadiah instantly collapsed. Iron Monger twitched a couple of times on the ground before falling silent.

Seeing this, Tony had no choice but to stop.

The helicopters in the sky immediately swooped down. Still a meter above the ground, the reporters eagerly jumped out.

They surrounded Adam and Tony respectively.

Tony was about to leave when he heard Adam say something.

"Who am I?"

Facing the reporters' questions, Adam Smith revealed the codename he had given himself.

"My name is Red Swordsman!"

Instantly, camera flashes erupted.

Tony, who was about to leave, was unhappy. When had he ever been upstaged before?

So he turned around, activated his faceplate, and revealed his true identity.

"Oh my god, it's Tony Stark!"

The reporters who had rushed towards Adam Smith now ran back, cameras pointed at Tony.

"Mr. Stark, do you have a codename too?"

When had Tony Stark ever played a supporting role in his life?

After a moment of thought, Tony uttered that line with a hint of pride.

"I am Iron Man!"