One Iron Man after another, stripped of their armor, reverted to Tony Stark.
Identical faces piled up before Tony.
Some still wore stunned expressions, while others had already realized what had happened, their faces full of frustration.
They had lost—again.
The day before, they had loudly plotted in the "Anti-Tony" operations studio, brimming with confidence and anticipation.
Now, they were all sprawled at the feet of Tony from the S Universe.
Even though so many Iron Men were piled together like a small mountain, they seemed so insignificant at that moment.
For a time, amid the blowing sand, there was only silence and muffled cries of pain.
In that silence, every Iron Man wore an unwilling expression.
Proud people like Tony Stark found it difficult to accept being defeated in a field they excelled in.
Especially when the person who defeated them was another version of themselves, that resentment only grew stronger.
Just as the Iron Men were seeing red from defeat,
a roaring cheer suddenly erupted from outside the arena.
It was completely different from the silence amid the yellow sands here.
In town, those who had placed bets on Tony from the S Universe were overjoyed.
Although Tony had already won twenty-eight matches in a row,
the Iron Legion's fierce momentum and apparent determination to win this time
had still swayed some people into betting on them after the odds opened.
As a result, Tony's odds, which had practically been dead, saw a slight revival.
The bettors made a fortune.
"Yes! Beautifully done! I knew that kid Tony from the S Universe could do it!" Rocket Raccoon cheered excitedly.
"Haha!" Party Thor swung his hammer in his right hand while raising a head-sized goblet with his left and drinking deeply.
More than half the liquor ran boldly down