"Earth, 2010. At the United Nations Planetary Defense Council..."
The moment Tony opened his mouth,
he had the tone of someone saying, "I won the championship the first time I competed in kickboxing in Southeast Asia in 1974."
He looked at the holographic projection, its ghostly blue light reflected in his eyes.
Like a wise man who had devoted his life to human civilization, he cleared his throat, preparing to tell a legend to the children gathered at his knees.
Leon's eyelid twitched.
The moment Tony curled his lips, he knew the guy was about to start spouting nonsense.
How could he possibly tolerate that?
Leon immediately, deliberately yet casually, cut Tony off. "Wait, Tony. Hold on."
"At the council... what? What are you trying to do?"
Tony was caught so off guard that he nearly bit his tongue.
With that interruption, his lofty, unfathomable aura of wisdom instantly collapsed.
He glared at Leon, knowing that the brat had done it on purpose.
"Don't look at me like that, Tony. This isn't the time for small talk. I need to treat your researchers!"
Leon remained perfectly composed under Tony's glare.
With a wave of his hand, he scattered golden motes of light.
The people in the command room, whose faces had been deathly pale, regained their normal color.
They had all suffered severe injuries from Leon's Kill Intent Rebound.
After several modifications,
the passive skill Kill Intent Rebound had become highly flexible.
It automatically dealt an appropriate backlash according to the strength of the person harboring ill intent toward Leon, as well as the degree of that ill intent.
If it had been the first version of Kill Intent Rebound,
the malice they had shown when they pointed their guns at Leon earlier
would have been enough to make their