Facing the bullets fired by Obadiah's Iron Monger, Sherlock, who had already completed his physical enhancement, did not dodge. He merely looked at Obadiah across from him with disdain and lightly raised one hand.
No, to be more precise, Sherlock had only extended a single finger.
Yet that one finger forcibly stopped the storm of bullets hurtling toward him. It was as though an invisible barrier stood before Sherlock's outstretched finger; nearly anything that touched it was directly broken down into its most basic atoms.
"Alchemy: Universal Disassembly!"
As Sherlock's voice rang out, the countless atoms reacted with the various elements in the air in an instant, bathing Sherlock, who stood behind that invisible barrier, in a green, smoke-like glow.
Beneath those magical particle effects, Sherlock looked as though he had emerged from an abyss covered in venom.
Obadiah was no fool. After making a probing attack with his guns, he quickly stopped wasting his efforts. His eyes widened beneath the armor, as if he simply could not believe what he was seeing.
After all, even when Tony faced his bullets, although they would not be fatal, their impact remained. During a fight with Tony, he could at least still use the guns as support by relying on that force.
But Sherlock before him had broken that rule. It could even be said that he had directly rendered every ranged weapon on Obadiah's Iron Monger useless.
Only now did Obadiah truly begin to take this seemingly frail "human," who wore no armor at all, seriously.
Surprised as he was, Obadiah did not retreat simply because of the unknown. Seeing that his weapons had no effect on Sherlock, he chose a very foolish method of attack.
Of course, foolish was relative from Sherlock's perspective. In Obadiah's eyes, with his weapons rendered