Take a Burst of Gatling Fire to Warm Up First

The blocks around the Stark Industries workshop building had been reduced to a complete mess by the battle between two mech maniacs.

Seeing Su Ming make his move, Tony Stark finally relaxed.

He looked at the battered armor that Iron Monger had ravaged and gave a bitter smile.

Dragging his exhausted body over, Tony sat in a corner, his eyes full of anticipation and delight as he watched the once-arrogant Iron Monger suffer in front of Su Ming.

"I need to enjoy this show properly. After all, the ticket cost two hundred million..."

A few tens of millions meant nothing to Tony, but two hundred million still made his heart ache a little.

Su Ming, who had sent Iron Monger flying with one punch, did not rush to pursue it.

After his body had been upgraded at great expense, even at only Level 2, he possessed more than twenty tons of strength. That was Su Ming's greatest source of confidence in maintaining his poise before Iron Monger.

Even though Iron Monger was bulkier than Tony's armor, it weighed no more than five tons.

Su Ming was fully capable of handling it barehanded.

Flexing his slightly numb fist, Su Ming had to admit that Obadiah truly deserved his status as a capital tycoon. The armor he had built with all his resources had some real toughness to it.

Iron Monger may have been strutting around in front of Tony just now, forcing Tony into an absolute disadvantage.

But Su Ming knew that was because the Mark I Reactor in Tony's chest used outdated technology and could not provide sufficient energy for his new armor.

Otherwise, with Tony's intelligence and abilities, if his upgraded armor had enough power, it was anyone's guess who would have been beating up whom~

How could a knockoff possibly surpass Tony's brain, which came factory-installed with a turbocharger?

Thinking back on Marvel's vast world, Su Ming laughed at Obadiah's shortsightedness.

Armor developed solely by stealing technology, other than being bigger and tougher, had no striking functional designs at all. What gave him the right to think he could replace Tony?

After all, Tony was the man who would save the world in the future.

Su Ming looked up and watched as Iron Monger, after being blasted more than a hundred meters away, finally remembered to activate its thrusters and stabilize itself.

He thought of the endless array of attack methods Tony's armor would possess later on.

Then he looked at the abilities he currently had. Although he was confident he could directly shred Iron Monger with throwing knives, or dismantle it through hand-to-hand combat alone.

His methods of attack were still too limited.

"It's time to expand my fighting style..."

That was what Su Ming thought.

Obadiah, suspended in the air, snapped back to his senses as if waking from a dream.

The battle damage data fed back by the armor told him that attack could not possibly have come from Tony.

Only when the red circle on the screen locked onto a figure did Obadiah's pupils contract.

"Destiny? I remember he specializes in long-range attacks. How did he do that?"

Before he had time to think it through, Obadiah realized that if he let Iron Monger continue rising, it would freeze up and fall again.

Not every freeze-induced shutdown could be restarted at the very last second before impact.

His old bones could not take another round of high-altitude bungee jumping without a cord...

He cranked every propulsion system in the armor to maximum, finally slowing its upward momentum.

Iron Monger clumsily stabilized itself in midair.

Obadiah locked onto Su Ming below, turned the armor around, and dived at full power. The Gatling Gun aimed at Su Ming.

He stared at the range indicator on the screen until the red icon turned green, then Obadiah howled and pulled the trigger.

"You damned bounty hunter! Die—"

The Gatling Gun spun madly, its massive bullets raining down over the area where Su Ming stood.

To Su Ming's enhanced vision, the bullets screaming toward him looked like torrents from a showerhead, blasting him from above and determined to tear their target to pieces.

Su Ming did not choose to dodge. There was even a hint of excitement in his eyes.

I've been watching for so long that I've been itching to get involved. It's finally my turn.

Iron Monger's huge turtle shell is perfect for getting some practice in.

First, I'll take a burst from the Gatling gun to warm up...

Ignoring the bullets striking him, Su Ming leisurely prepared to pick up the armor glove Tony had just removed.

He felt the strange sensation of his body being repeatedly pierced by bullets, then instantly healing.

"Not bad. I really haven't gotten to experience this Deadpool-Level Recovery much since upgrading it."

Just as Su Ming bent down to pick it up, a bullet suddenly pierced through his hanging arm and blew it off.

"Hmm? Naughty..."

Watching his arm spin through the air and land nearby, Su Ming felt no pain at all. He casually picked up the severed arm and pressed the ends together.

The arm, which had turned bluish from blood loss, instantly reattached and returned at full health—but unfortunately, the sleeve of his suit had been torn off and could not stitch itself back together.

"Ah... Alisha will have to work hard and buy me another set."

Putting on Tony's armor glove, Su Ming flexed his fingers. It fit surprisingly well.

The glove's unique internal design conformed perfectly to his palm, without the slightest discomfort.

"Not bad~"

Su Ming's desire to get himself a set of armor grew even stronger...

The reason Iron Monger was so large and heavy had something to do with Obadiah's personality.

Other than weapons and ammunition in his hands, he trusted nothing else.

While developing Iron Monger, Obadiah had personally insisted on installing a Gatling Gun. At his demand, the armor was also fitted with an enormous ammunition storage compartment.

A Gatling Gun capable of firing over a hundred bullets per second could instantly destroy any carbon-based life-form within its range, yet today it had met its Waterloo.

No matter what, Obadiah could not believe his eyes. For a moment, he even suspected that Iron Monger's display had malfunctioned.

Because under the Gatling Gun's barrage—Su Ming had not died!

"Is he a monster?"

Tony, standing nearby, watched Su Ming stroll calmly beneath the shower of Gatling bullets, his repeatedly pierced body healing at an unimaginable speed.

His expression froze.

"What a monster!"

The battle unfolding before him filled Obadiah with deep fear of Su Ming.

He did not dare get close to Su Ming and chose to remain in the air, continuing to hose him down with Gatling fire.

Su Ming had been waiting for Iron Monger to approach, only to find that it had chickened out.

He sighed softly.

"Where did all that arrogance go? You don't dare come over? Then I'll come to you—"

He pushed off with his feet, his body shooting toward Iron Monger like a cannonball.

The Gatling Gun's barrels had already glowed red, and the ammunition in its storage compartment had been completely depleted by the fierce firing rate.

Watching the figure rush toward him, Obadiah had no good options at the moment. He could only cross the armor's steel arms in front of his chest and attempt to defend himself.

Clang!~

A small shockwave rippled through the air as Su Ming's fist, covered by the armor glove, slammed into Iron Monger once again.

The instant Iron Monger's arms met the iron fist, they warped and twisted before being violently flung apart by the tremendous force.

The heavy punch continued without losing momentum, striking directly beside Iron Monger's chest reactor.

Crack~

Iron Monger's vaunted defenses seemed not to have done much at all.

A huge dent appeared in its chest. The immense pressure made Obadiah spit out a mouthful of blood inside the armor, sending him flying skyward once again...

This time, Su Ming did not wait any longer. He flung out a throwing knife and used it to pull his body into accelerated pursuit.

This kind of close-range attack style, combining flight with constantly shifting movement, was Su Ming's first attempt at it. It was the perfect chance to get familiar with it.

After accelerating past Iron Monger by nearly a hundred meters, Su Ming waved his hand again and changed direction.

He threw three throwing knives in succession, not to attack, but solely to accelerate...

A sonic boom exploded high in the sky as Su Ming's figure slammed straight into Iron Monger at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow—another punch.

Boom

The heavy armor let out a groan under the powerful impact, and another huge dent appeared on the other side of Iron Monger's reactor.

"Hmm... That doesn't seem very symmetrical."

Su Ming looked at the dents in Iron Monger's chest and felt that their positions were a little off. That was probably because he was still unfamiliar with using his abilities.

"Again—"

Having unlocked a new combat mode, Su Ming was like a child who had found a beloved new toy, unable to get enough of it.

Su Ming's figure darted through the sky at high speed, pausing only briefly whenever he attacked.

As for Iron Monger, it now resembled a pinball in a game, constantly having its flight path passively altered in midair.

The once-shining metal armor gradually became covered in cracks...