Superman's bright red cape fluttered in the wind as he slowly descended before Stark, whose chest armor bore two damaged spots. As if explaining some simple truth, he said, "I've always been a fast learner."
What he meant was not that his fighting skills were weak, but that he had simply been too lazy to learn!
Stark inspected his nanotech armor. It had suffered only minor damage, leaving him far more composed than when he had faced Thanos. Nanoparticles swiftly spread over the damaged areas, repairing them in less than two seconds.
"Super Intellect? That ability really is impressive... but it isn't invincible!" Stark had far more combat experience than the newly minted Superman. Whether the Anti-Daisy Armor Mark III lived up to its name remained to be seen, but it still held the advantage against this Superman, who only knew a few basic fighting techniques.
After ten minutes of fighting, Stark was beginning to get a little irritated.
Superman's fighting skills were rising rapidly. He had copied forty to fifty percent of the combat techniques Superman had learned from countless heroes in the Dream Dimension and reality.
And there was one especially fatal issue.
This guy called Superman had far too much defensive power! Stark felt that no matter how he attacked, the man would not be hurt. His stamina was seemingly endless as well, making it feel as though he could keep fighting for another week!
His Anti-Daisy Armor lacked the ability to deliver a killing blow, but that was not a flaw in Stark's design. He had designed it that way from the start. Daisy was his friend, not his enemy, so the armor prioritized defense rather than killing.
After another twenty minutes, the result of fighting continuously for half an hour was that his total supply