Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

high in the air.

Obadiah clearly didn't hear Tony's mutterings.

Even if he heard it, he wouldn't take it to heart.

Because he had been fighting Tony high in the air, he was completely unaware of what was happening on the ground.

He didn't know how the Rhino was killed in one move, nor how the Vulture was scared away by Peter and then riddled with holes by the Wheel of Fortune.

Even now, he still sees Peter as nothing more than a mortal being who has undergone some kind of experimental mutation.

In his simple worldview, no matter how capable a person is, they are still just a being of flesh and blood.

A body of flesh and blood cannot possibly break through one's own steel armor!

"Who cares what you're thinking, you idiot!"

Obadiah grinned maliciously and pressed the launch button heavily with his short, stubby fingers:

"Take your words out to my anti-tank missile!"

Obadiah was still fantasizing that his missiles could teach Peter a lesson.

However, the missile's exhaust plume had only just begun to ignite, and it hadn't even had time to detach from the launch pad.

Obadiah saw the figure hovering in the air casually raise its leg and make a shooting motion similar to a soccer goal.

Storm kick!

swoosh~

A visible cyan sword aura appeared out of thin air and precisely struck the anti-tank missile that was just about to be launched!

boom!!!

The missile exploded instantly after being subjected to a violent impact!

The explosion and the resulting flames and shockwaves pushed even a behemoth like the Iron Monger back quite a distance.

Inside the cockpit, alarms blared and screens flashed red lights frantically.

"The sternum is 60% damaged!"

This is because Obadiah was lucky enough to manage to detach the missile from the launcher before the Storm Kick hit it.

Otherwise, if the missile were to explode inside and cause a chain reaction... he would probably blow himself into fireworks on the spot!

At that moment, Obadiah was completely stunned.

What the hell?

What was that just now? Was it an energy wave kicked out by someone?

This poet?!

Poet, hold on!

Before Obadiah could recover from his shock, Peter's mocking voice rang in his ears:

"Now, who is going to be killed by their own weapon?"

Peter slowly "walked" to the Iron Monger, who had barely managed to maintain his balance, and tapped the Iron Monger's helmet with his finger, producing a series of crisp "clanging" sounds.

"Oh, no, that doesn't sound very accurate."

He tilted his head, looking like he was thinking seriously, and after a moment corrected himself:

"Shouldn't we say... who is going to be killed by the weapon they themselves stole?"

Obadiah was already reeling from the impact of the missile, and upon hearing this, he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood onto the screen.

Lies don't hurt, but the truth is the sharpest knife!

The thought that everything he had was copied from Tony, and that he couldn't even use this copied equipment to kill that bastard Tony, was terrifying.

Now, to be mocked like this by the referee, Obadiah broke down on the spot.

"Go to hell!"

Obadiah yelled and raised his hand, causing the machine gun on his wrist to fire countless bullets.

Tony held his breath when he saw this.

But what happened next made him go from holding his breath to gasping for air.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

The bullet struck Peter squarely in the body, but the sound was no different from hitting a steel plate!

Peter was not only unharmed, but he could even leisurely let the blinding electric light wrap around his arm inch by inch.

Then, with a chop-like motion, he sliced ​​off the machine gun along with the Iron Monger's hand armor!

Obadiah's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he saw the Iron Monger's arm armor that Peter had severed on the spot.

What the hell is that monster?!

He had already begun to regret it at this point.

But he knew he had no choice; there was no turning back.

So, he had no choice but to take a desperate gamble and grab his remaining right fist, trying to use the mech's own power system to knock the Arbiter away.

"Huh? This time it's a melee attack!"

Peter continued speaking, still choosing not to dodge, but instead facing the Iron Monger's punch head-on, opting for the simplest and most brutal response.

Head-on clash!

boom!

Peter's fist collided with Iron Monger's fist.

Compared to the Iron Monger's iron fist, Peter's fist was clearly so small.

But the power it unleashed was so great that even the Iron Monger's power system couldn't withstand it.

Crunch!Crunch!

A piercing metallic creaking sound rang out.

To Obadiah's horrified, distorted gaze, Iron Monger's massive fist, forged from a special alloy, was actually pierced through by Peter's fist...!

As Peter withdrew his hand, he also gave a gentle tug, tearing off the armor on Iron Monger's right arm.

Now, the Iron Monger has become a handless tyrant...

"No...this is impossible!"

Obadiah let out a desperate scream.

Disassembling a mecha with bare hands was a surreal feat that was completely beyond his comprehension!

"Nothing is impossible."

Peter's voice was like the whisper of a demon.

After tearing off Iron Monger's two arms, he seemed to become addicted to tearing apart the mech.

He then reached out and started tearing at the armor on the Iron Monger's chest and back.

Crunch, crunch!

The metallic crackling sounds of alloy steel plates being violently torn apart were incessant.

Before long, the once majestic Iron Monument was transformed into a scrapped and defective product, crackling with electricity and with all its wires exposed.

"Hiss~"

Tony, watching this incredibly brutal scene from afar, felt waves of phantom pain coursing through him.

"Jarvis..." Tony murmured to himself, his voice terribly dry.

"Yes, sir."

"Write this down... Immediately, right now, prepare for the development of the Mark IV!"

"What are the key features of the new armor, sir?" Jarvis asked.

"One-piece armor! Seamless! At the very least, it shouldn't allow a human to insert their finger through the gaps in the armor!"

"Shit! I will never allow my armor to be torn apart like this!"

While Tony was rambling on to Jarvis about the design concept of the next generation of armor.

On the other side, Obadiah, who was about to be exposed to the air, completely broke down.

He knew he was finished.

His grand plan to become the King of War was completely shattered into a pipe dream.

I will most likely die!

Even if they manage to survive, they are destined to spend the rest of their lives in prison!

That would be worse than just dying!

With this thought in mind, a hint of madness flashed in Obadiah's eyes.

If I can't have it, then no one else can!

If I'm going to die, none of you will live! Not only that, I'll make the whole of Brooklyn pay with my life!

With that thought in mind, Obadiah roared and smashed a button protected by a red cover inside the cockpit with his fist.

Self-destruct program! Activate!