Courtyard House: Initial Donation of 50 Million

Inside the underground secret base warehouse, alloy debris was scattered everywhere, and pipes were exposed. The empty factory was already oppressive, but now it was even more oppressive, with the atmosphere becoming stagnant due to the confrontation between two extreme mechanical forces.

Obadiah sat in the cockpit of the Iron Monger, a sinister grin spreading across his face as he gazed at the exquisitely crafted gold and red armor before him. He steadily steered the ten-meter-tall, jet-black steel behemoth forward, its heavy armor crushing the ground with each step, causing the concrete to crack slightly. The whirring of the high-speed hydraulic components and the clicking of the mechanical joints mingled together, creating an atmosphere of overwhelming pressure.

"Tony, my good nephew, your prized Iron Man armor is utterly useless against absolute power!"

The cold, harsh sound of the loudspeaker echoed throughout the warehouse, Obadiah's eyes filled with manic smugness. The Iron Monger was equipped with Tony's latest fully-fledged miniature Arc Reactor, brimming with energy and surging with power. Its firepower, armor thickness, and close-combat strength completely overwhelmed the Mark III, making it a thoroughly heavy weapon of war.

Tony's expression was grim. He raised his hand and brought it down, the Mark III mask closing precisely with a click, locking shut. His eyes held only a fierce fighting spirit. The Mark III, optimized with high-altitude antifreeze coating and iterated weapon systems, was his first truly mature battle suit. It was agile, precise, and well-rounded in both offense and defense. Its only fatal weakness was the old, first-generation Arc Reactor on its chest.

"Jarvis, prepare the entire system for battle, prioritize targeting the enemy's power core and joint weaknesses."

"Yes, sir. The first-generation Ark Reactor has 21% energy remaining. Its power is continuously decreasing, and weapon output and propulsion are severely limited. Warning: Prolonged high-intensity combat will rapidly deplete the remaining energy."

Tony suddenly launched himself forward, the Mark III's back thrusters spewing out azure flames, and using the momentum of the sprint, he raised his arm and delivered a precise palm strike!

A burst of blue light erupted as the energy cannon slammed into the thin armor at the joint of the Iron Monger's shoulder armor, instantly exploding into blinding sparks. But the next second, Tony's heart sank. The armor shattering he had expected did not occur—the Iron Monger's heavy, specially made military armor perfectly absorbed the force, leaving only a shallow char mark, almost unharmed.

"A useless showpiece!"

Obadiah laughed maniacally as he wielded the Iron Monger's massive fist, a colossal mechanical fist carrying immense force as it hurtled through the air, the gust of wind causing the air to tremble. Tony, relying on the Mark III's exceptional agility, performed a low-altitude side somersault, barely avoiding this fatal blow.

Boom!

The Iron King's giant fist slammed into the concrete support column, and the half-meter-thick steel column instantly cracked and collapsed, sending debris flying everywhere with terrifying force.

Tony used the momentum to leap into the air, slamming his knees into the Iron Monger's weak side, while simultaneously firing a micro armor-piercing round from his right arm! Two specially made armor-piercing rounds hit the same spot in quick succession, finally penetrating the outer armor and damaging the internal pipelines.

Before he could press his advantage, the first-generation reactor on his chest suddenly dimmed, and the machine jerked for half a second.

"Warning! Energy decay is accelerating, remaining energy 16%, weapon output power reduced by 55%!" Jarvis's emergency warning sounded urgently.

In that fleeting moment of lag, Obadiah seized the opening! Iron Monger's left arm spun violently, and the onboard multi-barrel Gatling gun instantly activated, unleashing a torrential downpour of steel-core bullets that blocked Tony's entire escape route.

Tony immediately raised his arms to block, his Mark III chest and arm armor withstanding a barrage of fire, sparks flying and the armor trembling violently. Using the recoil from the bullets, he flew backward rapidly, landing steadily against the wall behind him, temporarily escaping the attack.

At this moment, the advantage and disadvantage in the battle are completely clear.

The Iron Monger's new microreactor is fully powered, providing continuous power and unlimited firepower. It unleashes a barrage of heavy machine guns, missiles, and close-quarters punches, with no shortcomings in endurance. In contrast, Tony's Mark III suffers from a aging first-generation reactor that keeps losing power, resulting in significantly reduced power and firing intervals for its palm cannons, a sharp decrease in thrust from its propellers, and even severely limited maneuverability.

Obadiah, pressing his advantage, maneuvered the Iron Monger forward, crushing it in mid-air. Missile pods deployed instantly from its shoulder, locking onto Tony: "Die, Tony! Your era is over!"

A high-explosive missile shot through the air, trailing a fiery tail as it hurtled straight toward Tony!

Tony's pupils contracted sharply. He used all his remaining energy to dodge to the side. The missile grazed his shoulder armor and slammed into the warehouse wall behind him. The massive shockwave from the explosion instantly sent the Mark III flying. Tony crashed heavily to the ground. The armor's interior shook violently, and the light from the reactor in his chest dimmed further, leaving only a faint, eerie blue glow flickering.

"9% energy remaining, sir. The system is about to shut down."

Tony's heart sank, a chill running down his spine. He knew perfectly well that once the armor shut down and the reactor completely shut down, the remaining shrapnel inside his body would instantly pierce his heart, and he would surely die. Even more terrifying was that if the fully charged Iron Monger escaped, given Obadiah's madness, he would undoubtedly exact a vicious revenge on everyone around him, plunging Pepper, Happy, and all those close to him into a deadly crisis.

We must act swiftly and kill Obadiah on the spot!

Tony gritted his teeth and endured the excruciating pain as he got up. He raised his hand and barely managed to fire two palm strikes. The blue light was weak and the power was greatly reduced. They were like a tickle to Iron Monger, which completely enraged Obadiah.

Just as Iron Monger was taking heavy steps, preparing to end the battle, the air in the center of the warehouse suddenly rippled and distorted violently like water!

Buzz—!

A gray-white dimensional aurora curtain unfolded out of thin air, with tiny specks of dimensional light fluttering down. Spatial barriers opened and closed, swirling with an otherworldly, mysterious pressure. Wang Huanbo, leading the still-shaken Little Chili, calmly stepped out of the dimensional portal and landed steadily at the edge of the battlefield.

Obadiah, who was launching a fierce attack, saw the newcomer through the Iron Monger monitor. His frenzied expression froze instantly, and extreme fear instantly overwhelmed him. He knew better than anyone Wang Huanbo's terrifying combat power; the shadow of the total annihilation during the last villa raid was still vivid in his mind. The battle, which had been a sure thing, suddenly became precarious. His only thought was—escape!

"You pesky piece of trash!" Obadiah cursed angrily, immediately abandoning his attempt to kill Tony, and maneuvered the Iron Monger to turn around and try to smash through the wall to escape.

"It's too late to leave now."

Wang Huanbo raised his hand to shield Pepper behind him, his gaze falling on Tony, who was exhausted and desperately defending himself. He stopped observing the battle and prepared to personally take action to finish things off.

With a thought, the silver and black Decade Driver appeared out of thin air, precisely fastening to his waist, the mechanical buckle automatically locking into place. Then, with a flick of his finger, the pure white, black, and gold Decade Knight Card leaped into his palm, its patterns shimmering and gleaming.

Wang Huanbo inserted the card into the slot, gripped the handle tightly with his right hand, and pushed it with all his might!

【Kamen Ride!】

The clear and majestic original transformation sound effects exploded, instantly drowning out all the mechanical noise in the warehouse!

Countless black and white knight card phantoms surged forth from the dimensional rift, spinning rapidly around him to form an extremely cool card tornado. Grayish-white basic armor flowed from bottom to top, covering his entire body like water, with a cold, hard, and heavy texture.

【Decade!】

As the domineering sound effects faded, the card storm abruptly subsided! The iconic magenta and dark armor instantly took shape, with sharp angles and clean lines. The golden Imperial Knight emblem on the chest shone brightly, and the emerald green compound eyes suddenly lit up. The aura of a knight king who looked down upon all worlds instantly crushed the entire field.

The seamless and spectacular Decade transformation left Tony, who had just sat up, completely stunned. His eyes widened in disbelief beneath his mask. He prided himself on having the world's most advanced armor technology, but this crimson suit of armor that appeared out of thin air and materialized from another dimension was far beyond his current understanding of technology. It was domineering, cool, and exuded power, far more shocking and revolutionary than the Mark III!

Meanwhile, on the mountain road outside the warehouse, Nick Fury led a large convoy of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents at breakneck speed.

The SHIELD mole, who had previously infiltrated Stark Industries, had already sent back intelligence, reporting the news of Tony's deadly battle with Obadiah. Fury had originally planned to take advantage of Tony's depleted energy and desperate situation to come to his aid, thereby winning over this genius and securing his participation in the Avengers.

But when he led Coulson and a group of agents into the warehouse, they happened to witness the shocking scene of Decade's perfect transformation. His already dark face instantly turned completely gloomy, and his single eye was fixed on the figure of the crimson knight. The suspicion and fear in his eyes surged wildly.

In his decades-long intelligence career, he had never seen such a bizarre power system. Hand-to-hand combat, superhuman lifespan, unknown secrets, and now, with this technologically superior dimensional armor, Wang Huanbo's secrets were already unfathomable, completely beyond S.H.I.E.L.D.'s control.

On the battlefield, Decade, having completed his transformation, exudes an aura of power. He raises his hand to retrieve the card case from his waist, which instantly transforms into a sharp and icy card sword.

Wang Huanbo propelled himself forward, his figure transforming into a crimson blur, instantly catching up with the fleeing Iron Tyrant thanks to his super-high-speed maneuverability. Before Obadiah could react, the Card Box Sword had already slashed out!

Swish!

The sharp sword light precisely severed the hydraulic lines in the Iron King's leg, and high-pressure oil gushed out. The massive steel behemoth staggered, instantly lost its balance, and crashed heavily to the ground, shaking the entire warehouse three times.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Obadiah went completely mad, frantically manipulating the Iron Monger to raise its right arm, opening all the missile bays on its shoulder, and simultaneously locking onto the Decade with three high-explosive missiles, which roared as they were launched!

Three missiles, trailing three fiery tails, hurtled towards them, but Wang Huanbo neither dodged nor evaded, simply waving his Card Box Sword casually. Three precise sword lights flashed, and the three missiles were neatly sliced ​​in half in mid-air, exploding in mid-air with flames shooting into the sky.

"This is impossible!" Obadiah's scream, filled with despair and disbelief, came through the loudspeaker. He frantically fired the Gatling gun on the Iron Monger's left arm, bullets raining down on Decade.

Wang Huanbo's figure blurred, leaving a crimson afterimage in place, before his true form appeared on the Iron Monger's shoulder armor. He thrust the Card Box Sword downwards, precisely piercing the Iron Monger's shoulder weapon control system. The Gatling gun instantly fell silent, emitting a screeching sound of gears grinding before becoming completely destroyed.

Tony leaned against the broken pillar, dumbfounded. The Iron Monger, which he couldn't budge even with all his might, was being toyed with like a plaything by Wang Huanbo. The speed, strength, and combat skills of the Decade Knight had exceeded all of his understanding of "combat."

"It's about time to wrap this up."

Wang Huanbo's voice came through the armored speaker, carrying the unique coolness and arrogance of Decade. He leaped off the Iron Monger, landed on the ground, drew the End Attack Rider Card from the card box sword, precisely inserted it into the driver card slot, and once again pushed it with all his might!

【Final Attack Ride! Decade! 】

The powerful and exciting sound effects of the ultimate move resounded throughout the entire underground warehouse!

In an instant, nine enormous phantom images of Decade cards appeared out of thin air, arranged in a neat row, stretching from the ground to mid-air. Each card clearly displayed Decade's classic portrait, its edges gleaming with dazzling golden light, radiating world-destroying dimensional energy.

Wang Huanbo slightly bent his knees, gathered all his energy in his right foot, and suddenly leaped up!

His figure transformed into a dazzling magenta shooting star, hurtling forward along the trajectory of the cards, passing through each card's illusory form in turn. With each card he passed, his energy surged, the surrounding air distorting and burning due to the energy overload, leaving a long golden trail.

"Kamen Rider Decade - Final Kick!"

Boom!!!

With terrifying power capable of tearing space apart, Wang Huanbo's right foot struck the miniature arc reactor in Iron Monger's chest with perfect accuracy!

A massive burst of energy erupted instantly, forming a dazzling golden sphere that completely engulfed the Iron Monger. The reactor let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain, followed by a devastating chain reaction of explosions! A towering flame instantly illuminated the entire underground warehouse, the explosions were deafening, and the thick concrete walls were shattered, cracking into countless spiderweb-like patterns.

As the flames slowly subsided, only a pile of twisted, burning, and smoldering steel remains remained. Obadiah, along with his prized Iron Monger, was completely reduced to ashes, leaving not a trace.

The warehouse was deathly silent.

All the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who rushed in stood frozen in place, their weapons falling limply to their sides, their faces filled with utter shock. They had seen super soldiers and advanced weaponry, but they had never seen anyone kick a ten-meter-tall heavy war machine to pieces.

Nick Fury stood at the forefront, his single eye fixed on the still-burning pile of steel rubble, then turned to look at the proudly standing magenta figure, his face as black as the bottom of a pot. He had thought he had overestimated Wang Huanbo enough, but now he realized that he had still greatly underestimated this mysterious man.

Super Soldier Serum? That's a joke! Someone with such terrifying power couldn't possibly have simply been injected with Super Soldier Serum. Wang Huanbo's secrets are far deeper and more terrifying than he imagined.

Wang Huanbo raised his hand and gently pressed the driver. His entire magenta armor instantly transformed into countless tiny dimensional light spots, dissipating in the wind and returning to its original form. He turned around and met Fury's single eye, filled with shock and inquiry. He simply nodded and didn't say another word.

"Old Wang!"

Tony limped over, his armor visor automatically lifting to reveal his pale, still-shocked face. "You...you're kidding me! You kicked the Iron Monger to pieces with one kick? I was fighting tooth and nail and couldn't even scratch that guy!"

Wang Huanbo patted him on the shoulder, his tone as casual as if he had just stepped on an ant: "As a time traveler who has been to countless worlds, dealing with metal lumps of this size is nothing unusual for me, isn't it?"

Tony paused for a moment, then suddenly realized. Of course, it's not surprising that someone who has lived since 1943 and can travel between different dimensions possesses such world-destroying power.

Just then, Pepper ran over quickly, threw herself into Tony's arms, hugged him tightly, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

"Tony! You scared me to death! I really thought... I really thought I'd never see you again!"

Her voice was choked with sobs, and her body was still trembling slightly. Having just experienced a life-or-death moment, she could no longer hide her emotions; all her worry, fear, and longing were transformed into this tight embrace.

Tony paused for a moment, then reached out and hugged her tightly, a rare gentle smile on his face. He patted her back softly to comfort her, saying, "It's alright, Pepper. I'm fine. With Old Wang here, I won't die."

The two embraced, completely ignoring Nick Fury and the group of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents beside them, publicly displaying their affection.

Seeing this scene, Fury swallowed back the words of recruitment that were on the tip of his tongue. He had originally planned to use this opportunity of "support" to persuade Tony to join the Avengers. But now the young couple was deeply in love, and if he were to intrude, he would only be met with a merciless rebuke from Tony, leaving him in an awkward position.

Just then, Tony suddenly clutched his chest, his face turning even paler. The light from the original Arc Reactor had dimmed to almost nothing, and the shrapnel remaining inside his body, no longer restrained by the magnetic field, began to slowly move towards his heart, sending waves of excruciating pain through him.

"Jarvis, call Happy. Have him come over immediately in a limousine with a squad of bodyguards. Also, have my personal physician stand by at the villa," Tony said, enduring the excruciating pain.

"Understood, sir. Mr. Happy is on his way and should arrive in two minutes."

Not long after, Happy arrived at the scene with a team of fully armed bodyguards.

With Pepper's help, Tony walked to Wang Huanbo's side: "Old Wang, let's go home. I need to hurry back and make a new reactor, otherwise I'll really have to go see my old man."

Wang Huanbo nodded, and the three of them walked out of the warehouse together. From beginning to end, Tony didn't glance at Nick Fury once, as if he and his S.H.I.E.L.D. agents didn't exist at all.

Watching the convoy's taillights disappear into the distance, Nick Fury stood in the wrecked, still-smoking warehouse, his face ashen. He took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and muttered a curse through gritted teeth in the direction the convoy had gone:

"OMG Fuck!"

In his single eye, suspicion and apprehension towards Wang Huanbo ran deep. This mysterious time traveler would be the biggest variable in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s future, and also the most difficult entity to control.