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The moment Lynn took to the air, Dario's alarm blared.

But the vague, illusory figure carried an eerie, intimidating aura that left him stunned for half a second.

That half-second delay sealed the fate of the matter.

With a loud "boom".

A deafening roar, like a meteorite falling, echoed throughout the Hudson River estuary as Lynn's figure crashed heavily into the center of the platform.

The ground cracked inch by inch from beneath his feet until it swept across the entire arena.

The oncoming energy beam was instantly annihilated.

Everyone on the platform was violently thrown into the air.

Dario, with his formidable physique and the blessing of the dark deity, was the first to break free from the dizziness.

But it only took about a second.

In that one second, his mercenaries were slammed to the ground, all of them unconscious.

He stared intently at the tall figure in the smoke and dust, his dark divine power surging around him, but he dared not make a move rashly.

The power of Lynn's previous downward strike was still fresh in his mind, and he really had no idea how many more trump cards he had up his sleeve!

He could only stare intently at Lynn's figure, glancing at his unconscious subordinates on the ground with his peripheral vision, but he could only suppress his murderous intent.

He must wait for Killian to appear so that they can form a pincer attack.

Even inside the Quinjet fighter jets above the clouds, everyone was so shocked by this scene that they held their breath.

Fury stared at the screen expressionlessly.

Listening to Rishir's live updates through my headset.

"The footage has been recorded, and we are analyzing the peak force of the impact; preliminary estimates suggest it exceeded 25 tons..."

Tony's armor mask had already been lowered, and Jarvis's analytical data was rapidly updating in front of him.

"What are you waiting for? Let's do it!"

Lynn's voice pierced through the smoke and dust, reaching everyone's ears clearly.

Dario no longer dared to gamble on whether Lynn had any hidden cards up his sleeve, and roared fiercely at the shadows of the cargo ship.

"Killian! Come out now!"

"We must join forces now; there's no time to waste!"

The moment he finished speaking, Frank moved.

He didn't waste this golden opportunity, charging into the crowd with his shotgun, each shot carrying terrifying power that sent several people flying.

The mercenary, who had just regained consciousness after fainting, was shot dead before he could even raise his gun.

the other side.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Lynn."

A cheerful voice came from above.

The next second, a figure carrying a scorching aura leaped down from the crossbeam.

His body glowed with a faint orange-red light, and his sharp white suit stood out starkly against the bloody and chaotic surroundings.

He wore a polite smile.

Inside the Quinjet, Tony's expression suddenly darkened.

Jarvis's notification tone rang in my ear simultaneously.

[Aldrezi Killian, CEO of Pioneer Technology AIM, I had contact with you on New Year's Eve 1999]

Those memories he had forgotten came flooding back.

Hill's voice also came through Fury's earpiece at the same time.

"Chief, Killian's identity has been confirmed..."

Off the field.

Killian straightened his suit slightly, bowed politely to Lynn, and spoke with an almost morbid fervor.

"Mr. Lynn, I am very interested in you."

"Ever since I learned of your existence, I have been completely captivated by you. I believe that I will need your help to complete all my experiments on my great experimental journey."

"So, would you like to join my team and contribute to this spirit of pursuing truth?"

Lynn chuckled softly and slowly shook his head.

"But I have serious doubts about your skills."

His gaze swept over Killian, his tone full of mockery.

"A person with a physical disability who spends their entire life trying to escape their limitations, craving recognition, and unable to accept their own limitations..."

"A pathetic wretch who was made a joke of by his idol all night long, does he even deserve to talk to me about technology?"

"I'm really not interested in you."

Killian's smile froze instantly.

Before he could respond, Lynn continued.

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire estuary and, through the live broadcast signal, reached every screen in New York.

"On New Year's Eve in Bern in 1999, you went to Tony Stark, seeing him as your only salvation..."

"He is also the only person who can help you realize your vision in dire straits."

"And what happened? He casually made a promise to you, then turned around and spent the night with a beautiful woman, completely forgetting about you, leaving you to freeze in the snow all night."

Lynn tilted his head slightly, his tone full of amusement.

"How was the snowstorm that night? Was it heavy?"

"Shut up!"

Killian finally couldn't hold back any longer, letting out an uncontrollable roar as flames shot into the sky around him.

"Being ignored, humiliated, and abandoned by your idol can completely shatter your self-esteem, turning worship into deep-seated hatred."

Lynn crossed his arms, still with that nonchalant demeanor, but every word he uttered struck Killian where it hurt the most.

"How could someone born with low self-esteem and a thirst for recognition become a cold-blooded, paranoid madman who takes pleasure in revenge and even dares to defy adults and aspire to godhood?"

He paused slightly at this point.

His gaze swept over Killian's distorted face, and his tone gradually turned cold.

"Unfortunately, in New York, you don't have the final say."

[Current spotlight collection progress: 100%!]

Phase 3 mission complete!

As the system notification sounded in Lynn's ears, the live stream exploded, and public opinion became completely polarized.

Some were shocked that Tony's arrogance had caused such a disaster, while others cursed Killian as a complete madman.

Many more people were completely captivated by Lynn's aura and flooded his page with comments.

Inside the Quinjet, everyone's eyes were fixed on Tony.

Fury stared at him expressionlessly, his eyes full of scrutiny. There was not a word of accusation, but it was more oppressive than any outburst of insults.

"This is the trouble you caused. What are you going to do about it?"

Tony stared at Killian's狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) face on the screen.

As Lynn recounted the past, which he had long forgotten, word by word, his expression behind the mask grew increasingly somber.

His casual remark, a joke-like agreement, somehow nurtured such a madman.

He ignored Fury's scrutinizing gaze and the stares from those around him, and simply gave Jarvis a low command.

"Mark 7, warm-up complete, ready to deploy at any time."

With that, he prepared to put an end to this "disaster".

On the field.

Dario, seeing that Killian was completely enraged, slowly stepped forward with his massive body, forming a pincer movement with Killian, surrounding Lynn and Frank in the center.

The bull's hooves stomped heavily on the ground, making the steel plates hum and vibrate. Dario's voice was rough and hoarse, filled with boundless killing intent.

"Lynn, it's time to settle our scores."

The flames around Killian surged, and his fingertips ignited with a raging inferno capable of melting everything, his eyes filled with a frenzied rage.

"Since you refuse to cooperate, I'll have no choice but to dismantle you and study you piece by piece."

At this point, Frank also finished the fight.

Dario's men were all dealt with by him.

He never expected the 'punishment' to go so smoothly, and he didn't even have to exert much effort.

He broke through the entire encirclement single-handedly.

All you have to do is keep pulling the trigger and reap the rewards.

Even the "Roland 2" could be taken down with a single shot from this shotgun's close-range spray.

However, he was just about to come over and fight alongside Lynn.

He was dismissed by Lynn.

"Go stand aside, you know my habits."

"I don't like anyone interfering in my battles."

"Besides, those two are not people you can handle."

Seeing this, Frank had no choice but to give up.

Killian also didn't forget this new subject he had his eye on.

"Don't worry, Lynn is dead material, you are living material, and I'm also very interested in your body."

The moment the words left his mouth, Killian moved.

The steel plate beneath his feet instantly melted into a pool of molten iron, and he transformed into a streak of light, carrying intense heat, rushing straight toward Lynn's face.

Just as the fist was about to touch the hem of his clothes, Lynn slightly turned his body, and the fist grazed his cheek.

The scorching heat made his skin feel slightly hot.

But that's about it.

The effect of [The Remnant of the Wicked Throat] is to absorb and disperse the impact force, and to isolate most of the heat radiation.

"The speed is good, but the temperature is a bit lacking."

Killian's smile froze on his face.

Before he could retract his fist, a battle axe covered in dark red runes slashed down from the side.

Killian instinctively raised his hand to block, his burning palm colliding with the axe blade, producing a hissing sound.

The intense heat he was so proud of only left a fleeting red mark on the axe blade, without even causing it to chip.

"How is this possible..."

Killian was startled.

His response was a second axe blow.

This time, Lynn's offensive was faster and more ruthless.

Killian had no choice but to retreat with all his might, while simultaneously whipping his hands around, unleashing three fiery serpents that roared forth.

They attempted to block Lynn's pursuit route.

Lynn didn't even look at it, letting the fire snake hit him.

With her twin axes in hand, she resembled a warrior from Freljord who craved death.

He swung the axe down relentlessly, completely losing his mind.

Killian finally realized something was wrong, crossed his arms in front of him, and condensed the thickest layer of fire shield.

With a loud "bang," the terrifying force sent him flying backward, crashing heavily into a steel pillar.

From the moment they engaged to the moment he was knocked away, it took less than fifteen seconds.

On the other side, Dario finally took action. He didn't act rashly, but instead let out a deafening roar.

The roar contained a strange, soul-piercing power, an ability granted by his pact with the dark deity.

That's enough to make an ordinary person collapse on the spot.

Lynn frowned slightly.

A strange sense of unease was growing in his mind, accompanied by a sharp, piercing sound of foaming.

Fortunately, the reason I chose the [Devil Muscle Man] was precisely to defend against this moment, as it boosts all five attributes, including willpower.

But next second.

Lynn felt a shiver run through his body, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

I instinctively turned around and dodged.

A dark figure swiftly passed by him.

By the time he realized what the afterimage was...

Dario had already rushed to his rear.

Lynn paused.

Is this the Spider-Sense (Peter's Sense)?

Dario's face darkened.

He stopped testing the waters and charged forward, his massive body aimed at Lynn's chest with his two black horns.

This time, Lynn did not dodge.

He even sheathed his battle axe and, just as Dario was about to crash into him, turned sideways and raised his hand to hold down one of the bull's horns.

Its forward momentum was abruptly stopped, and its two front hooves plowed two deep furrows in the ground.

"you……"

Dario's eyes widened. His pride and joy, his power, was being suppressed head-on by this human?

There was no time to think about it.

Immediately, all its muscles tensed, and it used its other horn to suddenly raise its head and thrust it towards the neck.

Lynn had no time to dodge and could only turn to the side to deflect the force.

With a "hiss".

The bull's horns followed its trajectory, advancing until they gently brushed against the neck, from which drops of scarlet blood oozed out!

Having landed a successful blow, Dario retreated sharply.

He hadn't forgotten that eerie clock, and given all his experiences, sticking it on for too long wasn't a wise choice.

Lynn casually wiped away the bloodstain, his smile unchanged.

"Not bad, tonight is finally getting interesting."

Killian slowly rose to his feet, his eyes burning with an even more intense fervor.

This fighting instinct and physical ability are simply the perfect material tailor-made for the Extremis virus!

"Dario, stop hiding it."

"He hasn't used that downward strike move yet, probably because he's exhausted himself. Now is the best time to take him down!"

Dario did not respond, but the dark divine power surging around him spoke volumes.

The two men pounced on Lynn from the left and right.

……

Above the clouds, inside the Quinjet fighter jet.

Tony had just turned and was heading towards the hatch.

But Rod grabbed her.

"What are you going to do?"

"Go down and help."

below.

Lynn had just kicked Killian away and dodged Dario's charge when he looked at the rapidly falling figure.

A red and gold figure descended from the sky and crashed heavily into the center of the battlefield, the Mark 7's palm cannon aimed at Killian.

"Killian is the trouble I caused, so I should be the one to deal with it. Lynn, you and Frank step aside, leave this to me."

Tony's voice was filled with barely concealed guilt and anger.

Lynn was stunned.

Killian and Dario also stopped what they were doing because of this sudden "friend".

They dared to fight even when it was two against one.

If it's two against two, then we need to think about it.

only……

Why is Tony here?

Lynn looked completely taken aback.

Is she trying to steal his thunder?

Why did they have to come at this time of year?

This is the final stage of the battle, and he must deal with these two personally. How could he let outsiders share the spoils?

Moreover, the entire population of New York was watching this scene, and solving it alone versus having someone help makes a world of difference.

Lynn flatly refused.

"They are my targets, and only I can kill them. You..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Tony took a step forward and fully activated his Palm Cannon.

"This is a mess I have to clean up myself!"

Lynn's expression changed instantly. He had no patience to waste on such a thing, and immediately raised his axe.

"Don't make me say it a second time."

"This is my war, and I don't want anyone else to interfere."