At that moment, Lu Qingxue happened to turn around. Her black hair flew through the air as she caught sight of Mu Fan leaping high and slashing downward.
Like a rapidly spinning grinding wheel cutting through steel, the sparks it threw off formed a straight line.
Mu Fan brought the Warp Light Sickle Blade down in a single slash.
Iron Man's dark metallic body turned completely red at that instant. With a roar, he slammed his right fist forward.
But his heavy, massive fist struck only a suddenly vanishing afterimage.
With a boom, a wave of dirt erupted. Mu Fan appeared from the air five meters in front of Iron Man, retreating with light steps.
When Iron Man noticed this and prepared to attack again, he suddenly froze, staring at his own chest in disbelief.
The atmosphere seemed to congeal at that moment.
A blade mark roughly half a meter long and half a finger deep had appeared clearly upon that steel body.
It had not cut into Iron Man's body. Against his towering, massive frame, it was not remotely fatal.
But to Akmond, it was no different from the collapse of a conviction.
It was profound doubt in the hardness of his own body.
Was he still the Iron Man who had dominated the stars, the invincible king of individual combat...?
Even missiles had been unable to destroy his body.
Yet now, why was there a straight blade mark across his chest?
Under the control of his thoughts, the metal around that blade mark began to melt and writhe.
This was metal's self-fusion repair property.
But...
The scene that had once appeared on Night Ghost now appeared upon his body once more.
Pale blue radiance suddenly bloomed from the blade mark. The writhing metal could only pile up on