"Tony, didn't you say you couldn't do it? Why were you warming up?"
"I saw you doing it, Dad, so I followed along."
"You really are a filial son!"
"Not bad. Mainly because I never had the chance before."
"..."
After warming up, Tony rolled his shoulders, loosely clenched his fists, and assumed a boxing stance. Judging by his footwork, he had clearly put in some practice.
Howard nodded. "Tony, your stance is pretty good. It looks just like the real thing. Where did you learn women's self-defense?"
"Not women's self-defense. I've studied Krav Maga, Sanda, Jeet Kune Do, and karate."
Tony casually rattled off one name after another, brimming with confidence. That idiot across from him had an Iron Man Suit but refused to use it, insisting on hand-to-hand combat instead. How was that any different from handing over a free kill?
This was in the bag!
As a futurist, Tony believed that advanced technology defeated barbarism.
He used his brilliant mind to design the Iron Man Suit, constantly improving and innovating it to deal with new powerful enemies and crises.
But that did not mean he would let others butcher him at will without the Iron Man Suit.
Tony was a smart man. He knew where his weaknesses lay, and to avoid being easily taken out like a meal when he did not have the Iron Man Suit, he had learned many fighting techniques.
He might not be able to fight superheroes or supervillains barehanded, but taking on two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents would be effortless. To put it another way, three to five ordinary burly men could not get close to him.
Of course, there was an even deeper reason why he was so enthusiastic about physical training.
Howard sighed emotionally. "Then you're better than me. I never learned