A lightning-like red afterimage flickered continuously amidst the ruins.
Speedster Johnny leaped across the walls, leaving afterimages in all directions, and every now and then he would punch Tony's armor.
Amidst a sky full of afterimages, the armored warrior staggered, caught in a dilemma.
Before Tony could recover from the impact of the previous punch, Johnny charged in from the side, his knee slamming heavily into the waist of the armor.
Bang!
Tony flew sideways, crashing through a wrecked control panel, his body buried under a large amount of metal parts.
Speedster Johnny stopped a short distance away and shook his numb right hand.
This sheet metal is indeed very tough, but thankfully it's just tough.
If the other side can't catch you, you can only stand there and take the beating.
"Tin-skin, why aren't you saying anything?"
Speedster Johnny grinned and said, "Weren't you quite the talker just now?"
There was no response from the ruins.
A few seconds later, the red and gold armored warrior pushed aside the metal plate pressing down on him and slowly stood up.
The light from the reactor in his chest had noticeably dimmed.
"Sir, the target has completed its sixth round trip along the same path."
JARVIS's voice rang out from inside the visor.
"His attacks appear random, but before each powerful frontal strike, he prioritizes using the right wall for leverage."
Tony watched as the red lines in his field of vision increased.
These lines represent the movement trajectory of Speedster Johnny over the past few minutes.
Individually, they appear chaotic and disorganized.
But when JARVIS overlaid all the trajectories, the most frequently occurring offensive route was gradually marked in white.
"What about next time?" Tony asked.
"Based on the target's attack patterns, there is a 64% probability that he will pass through area three in 58 seconds."
Sixty-four percent is enough.
Tony raised his hand, blocking Speedster Johnny's kick aimed at the visor.
The red glow flashed and disappeared in an instant.
The next second, the armor took several more punches.
Tony didn't retaliate immediately. Instead, he used the impact to roll forward, quietly tossing a palm-sized black device into the nearby rubble.
The device unfolded immediately after landing, close to the ground.
Several extremely thin metal tentacles burrowed into the ruins and secured the device beneath area three.
"Temporary Quake device assembly complete."
Tony glanced at the manufacturing bay inside the armor.
The Eternals ' technology is indeed very useful.
Given sufficient materials and energy, the armored vehicles can even temporarily produce small weapons during combat for targeted tactics.
Of course, this technology still has a few minor issues.
For example, the manufacturing speed is slow, the energy consumption is high, and occasionally parts will get stuck in the armor.
We need to go back and upgrade.
The prerequisite is that he first defeats this poor, red-collar wretch.
Speedster Johnny stopped again, looking at the armor on his chest whose light was growing weaker and weaker, and a smile returned to his face.
"Out of energy?"
Tony propped himself up on his knees, the palm cannon flashed twice, and then went out completely.
"I think I can hold out until I beat you to a pulp."
"I've met many versions of you, and they all ended up saying the same thing."
Speedster Johnny crouched down, the arcs of electricity on his red suit growing increasingly dense.
All the previous Iron Man had the same problem.
The armor is very advanced, and the weapons are plentiful.
But if they are constantly forced to consume energy, that glowing chest reactor will soon become useless.
Johnny had lost interest in playing anymore.
He was going to punch right through the reactor and then go back to tell Nite Owl that he had dealt with the pursuers in just a few minutes.
"It's over, Tinker."
The ground suddenly exploded.
Johnny transformed into a red blur and charged toward Tony along the route he knew best.
The right wall.
Shattered console.
Area 3.
He raised his fist, unable to suppress the smile on his face.
Tony remained standing in the same spot.
Just as Johnny rushed into Zone 3, the reactor on his chest, which was about to go out, suddenly resumed its blinding white light.
"Got you?"
Speedster Johnny.
Beneath the rubble, the black device activated instantly.
The directional high-frequency Quake were directly injected into Johnny's body, causing his rapidly working muscles and bones to resonate violently.
Johnny's sprint was abruptly interrupted.
His legs were still moving forward, but his body had already lost its balance, and he tumbled out in an awkward position.
He didn't even have time to step on the brakes.
A reverse Quake then erupted, hurling Johnny from the ground into the air.
" JARVIS, full power!"
Tony raised his hands.
"It's a pleasure to serve you, sir."
The palm pulse cannons lit up simultaneously, and the white beam struck Johnny squarely in the chest.
Immediately afterwards, the shoulders of the red-gold armor fully unfolded, and more than a dozen micro missiles flew out, trailing plumes of flame.
Johnny was still in mid-air, with nowhere to grab onto.
The first missile hit his left arm.
The second one exploded on the side.
The remaining missiles hit their targets one after another, completely engulfing the red figure that was too fast to lock onto in the flames.
Boom boom boom!
Johnny was thrown from the explosion, his body hitting the ground and rolling for more than ten meters.
He lay prone in the rubble, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
His left arm was broken, his right leg was deformed, and his suit was blown open with a large hole.
My body, which was moving at high speed just moments ago, can't even stand up now.
Tony landed in front of him, his feet shattering the ground.
"You're right, the armor can indeed run out of power."
He raised his right hand, and the palm cannon began to charge.
"But you're clearly not good enough to shut me down."
Speedster Johnny stared at the increasingly bright muzzle of the cannon, the fierce look on his face vanished instantly.
This tin can has been acting all along.
From the energy depletion to the weapon malfunction, and then to deliberately creating openings, everything was designed to lure him into that area.
With the palm cannon about to fire, Johnny, disregarding his injuries, hurriedly pulled the single-person teleportation device from his waist.
"Damn tin can, next time I'll..."
Tony fired immediately.
"You won't do it again."
Just before the beam of light struck, the teleportation device emitted a blinding blue light.
Speedster Johnny vanished in a streak of light, his pulse cannon grazing the spatial rift and shattering a large section of the wall behind him.
Tony stared at the rapidly closing crack and remained silent for two seconds.
" JARVIS, record his spatial fluctuations."
"Completed, sir. After several recordings, our analysis can begin."
Tony nodded and lowered his arm.
"Next time we get a warning of these guys coming, we'll have to put something in the soles of their shoes."
What do you want to install?
"Super glue."
Between worlds.
Speedster Johnny, dragging his badly injured body, sped through the blue tunnel.
He kept coughing up blood, but finally breathed a sigh of relief.
No matter how powerful Iron Man is, he can't possibly get into the multiverse portal.
His life was saved.
"Damn tin can, you'll pay next time!"
Suddenly, an old hand reached in from outside the tunnel.
Before Johnny could react, a hand grabbed the back of his neck.
"Found you."
The Ancient One looked at the red wounded soldier in his hand and nodded in satisfaction.
Then, he dragged Johnny out of the passageway like he was picking up a chicken.