He was selling gashapon toys in Marvel Studios, and at the beginning, Tony turned into Kuuga.

The entrance to a run-down bar.

"Listen, Harry, whatever you see, even if Santa Claus is riding a naked reindeer, you'd better shut up and stay away."

Tony wrapped the down jacket he'd taken from Harry's house tighter around himself, whispering instructions as they walked.

"I'm not afraid, I'm your backup..."

Harry hugged the potato gun, his nose running from the cold.

Before they could finish speaking, the two of them suddenly stopped in their tracks.

A woman in a gray coat stood under a streetlamp.

She wasn't wearing a scarf, and her neckline was open.

In this awful weather of minus ten degrees Celsius, her exposed neck not only didn't turn red from the cold, but instead glowed with an eerie red light.

"Stark." The woman looked up.

"Here for an autograph too? Sorry, I've run out of ink today."

Tony was spouting nonsense, but his body was already as tense as a bowstring.

He suddenly took a step forward, pressing his homemade glove, wrapped with coils, directly onto the woman's shoulder.

"Try this! It's a Pikachu special edition!"

Sizzle!

A blue-white high-voltage arc exploded, and voltage strong enough to stun a bull poured out along the wire.

However, the expected scene of the other person convulsing and collapsing did not occur.

The woman simply tilted her head, her eyes filled with disdain.

"This amount of electricity isn't even enough to give me a massage."

The next second, the red light on her body suddenly surged.

laugh!

The high temperature vaporized the snowflakes that had fallen on her shoulders, and white mist rose up.

Tony felt as if he was pressing down not on a person's shoulder, but on a freshly baked branding iron.

The homemade glove, which embodied his hard work, had its plastic shell melted, the coils burned out, and it emitted a burnt smell.

"Damn it!" Tony cried out in pain, trying to pull his hand away.

Snapped.

The woman grabbed his wrist with her other hand.

That hand was like an iron clamp, or even more like a red-hot coal.

"ah!!"

Tony felt as if the skin on his wrist was being burned, and the pain was excruciating.

He gritted his teeth, exerted force with his waist, and kicked the woman in the abdomen. Using the recoil, he forcefully broke free and staggered backward.

A charred palm print remained on his wrist, still smoking.

"Tony!" Harry cried out in terror, "Let him go! Or I'll shoot!"

"Leave me alone! Run!" Tony roared.

The woman didn't even glance at Harry; she casually grabbed a solid iron railing from the roadside.

Under the intense heat of her palm, the thumb-thick rebar quickly softened and turned red.

She swung the red-hot iron rod, which transformed into a long, crimson whip that lashed out at Tony.

At this temperature, even the slightest touch will leave you with bruises and welts.

Tony rolled to his side, his iron whip lashing the pile of blocks behind him, sparks flying and the wood bursting into flames.

"This is completely illogical!" Harry cried, his face pale, as he hid behind a trash can. "Is she the Terminator?"

Tony knelt in the snow, panting heavily, his eyes fixed fiercely on the approaching fireman.

In the past, if he had the Mark armor, he could have taken care of this kind of guy with a single palm strike.

But now, he only has flesh and blood.

"What? Without that metal plating, the famous Iron Man can only roll around in the mud?"

The woman sneered, raising her molten iron whip again. "Let's see how many seconds you can last before you're roasted."

"Since you put it that way, then I won't act anymore."

Tony slowly straightened up, the nonchalant look in his eyes disappearing.

He took a deep breath, and instead of reaching for any weapon with his left hand, he slowly placed it on his waist and abdomen.

Boom!Boom!

The dull thumping of a heartbeat, like a war drum, drowned out the sound of the wind.

"Henshin!"

Countless electrical currents, resembling biological muscle fibers, covered the entire body.

The red light shone in the darkness, but it was not dazzling; instead, it carried a profound and weighty quality.

The light dissipated.

The man standing there was no longer a disheveled middle-aged man.

Kamen Rider Kuuga: All-Powerful Form.

"That's...!" Harry's mouth dropped open, and the potato gun in his hand fell to the ground with a thud. "That's awesome!"

"Playing tricks!" The woman was also taken aback by the sudden transformation, but then the murderous intent in her eyes intensified.

call!

The crimson iron whip swept across with temperatures reaching a thousand degrees Celsius.

This time, Tony didn't dodge.

His red compound eyes flashed, and his dynamic vision captured the trajectory of the iron whip.

Snapped!

The hand covered in red armor firmly grasped the red-hot iron rod.

A burning sensation came from my palm, but for Kuuga's bio-armor, this temperature was still within an acceptable range.

"What?!" The woman's face changed drastically. She tried to pull back her weapon, but found it wouldn't budge.

"Now, it's my turn."

Tony's deep voice came from beneath the visor.

collapse!

With a flick of his wrist, a terrifying burst of strength erupted, pulling the iron whip and the woman together.

His left foot shattered the floor tiles, his right fist clenched, and the red muscle fibers bulged.

boom!!

The punch landed squarely on the woman's chest.

With a cracking sound of her sternum shattering, the woman flew backward like a broken sack for more than ten meters, crashing into an entire brick wall of the bar.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere.

"Is it resolved?" Harry poked his head out.

"No..." Tony didn't let his guard down, his compound eyes still locked on the ruins. "It's not over yet."

Splash!

The bricks were lifted up.

The woman whose chest was noticeably sunken in stood up.

Under Harry's horrified gaze, the dented flesh on her chest visibly swelled up and healed.

Not only did she not die, but the aura emanating from her became even more violent.

"I am immortal!"

"And you will turn to ashes!"

The woman laughed wildly; due to the excruciating pain and the overload of healing, her upper garments had burned away, leaving only her skin, red as a branding iron.

"Damn, is this an unkillable cockroach?" Tony shook his slightly numb hand.

This is what makes the Extremis virus so insidious: as long as it doesn't damage the brain or cause instantaneous destruction, it can regenerate indefinitely.

The woman let out a shriek and transformed into a blur as she pounced on the enemy.

It's twice as fast as before!

Tony didn't dare to be careless. He dodged a straight punch that was scorching hot. The wind from the punch grazed his chest armor, leaving a scorch mark.

boom! boom! boom!

The two engaged in a fierce battle in the snow.

Each punch generates a cloud of steam and sparks.

Tony used the enhanced senses of Kuuga All-Powerful Form to dodge the high-temperature punches with incredible skill.

He seized the opportunity, his hands flashing out like lightning, and firmly gripped the woman's attacking right arm.

"Cut it off!"

Click!

A crisp sound of bones breaking.

The woman's right arm was bent at a 90-degree angle.

An ordinary person would have fainted from the pain long ago, but this woman remained expressionless.

He even used the gap in the severed arm to throw out a stream of magma blood, which went straight for Tony's face.

"Since he can't be killed..."

Despite the burning pain, Tony used his waist strength to grab the woman and throw her upwards.

The immense force hurled the woman into the air.

Tony crouched down, slowly pulling his right foot back, rubbing it against the ground.

"Then let's try the nuclear blast kick!"