"You've fought Ultron for so long. Have you accomplished anything at all?"
"No!"
"Ultron's core consciousness is in the cloud. Its Vibranium body is just a vessel. You could smash that body ten thousand times and still never kill it."
"I didn't expect much from you to begin with, but you're even more useless than I thought. It's painful to watch!"
"In the end, it's up to me. Oh well. The capable have to do more work."
Yongye shook his head and sighed, looking like a man disappointed by everyone's failure to live up to their potential.
Tony was so furious he wanted to tear off the last piece of his chest armor and hurl it at Yongye's face. But halfway through raising his arm, the joint clicked softly, and a stab of pain forced him to lower it again.
He gritted his teeth and roared, "If you've got something to say, fucking say it! Do you have a way or not?"
Yongye ignored him and looked lazily toward Ultron.
Beneath Ultron's Vibranium faceplate, its white pupils flared with a blinding arc of light. Its voice resonated through the Vibranium shell, deep and metallic, with undisguised contempt.
"Big words!"
"What are you going to use to finish me off? A female secretary, a female reporter, or a female assassin?"
"Or that junior disciple of yours who doesn't even dare show his face?"
Yongye roared, "You useless fools! Open your eyes and see what a real hero looks like!"
He drew his right fist back to his waist. His fingers slowly curled, and tiny points of starlight gathered over his knuckles.
At first, those lights were no bigger than grains of rice. In the next instant, they swelled, exploding around his fist like a miniature galaxy bursting into flame. Vast starlight