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After a brief exchange, neither side said anything more, and the battle began.
The miniature missile on Obadiah's shoulder locked onto the cyborg and launched abruptly, trailing a long tail of flame as it sped toward Cyborg.
Cyborg dodged, evading the missile by jetting out air currents beneath his feet, propelling himself into the air.
As he moved, streams of data flashed in his mind, calculating Obadiah's next move and preparing countermeasures. At the same time, his palm shifted to reveal a barrel, which condensed a powerful energy cannonball and fired instantly at Obadiah.
Boom!
Obadiah moved one step laterally, but the energy shell hit him squarely, leaving a large depression in the left chest of the Iron Monger.
Fortunately, he had ordered his researchers to improve the Iron Monger's defenses, or the situation would have been much worse.
"Don't think you can fly!"
Despite the heavy hit, Obadiah remained calm.
He decided to close the distance and use the Iron Monger's immense size to create an advantage, aiming to crush his opponent.
Both sides were equipped with various weapons, and long-range exchanges would only prolong the battle, which would not benefit the older opponent. It was better to get in close and take decisive action.
Obadiah's strategy seemed simple.
What he didn't expect was that his actions played right into Cyborg's hands.
A huge flame spurted from the Iron Monger's feet, propelling his massive body into the air as he soared toward Cyborg.
However, when Obadiah got close, ready to land a powerful blow, he saw a sneer cross Cyborg's face.
Not good!
The thought flashed through his mind.
With calculations running in his brain and his combat experience enhanced by Anton's teachings, Cyborg easily dodged the Iron Monger's attack.
Cyborg's hands transformed into energy cannons, and with air currents beneath his feet, he quickly moved behind the Iron Monger, aiming at its head.
Boom!
The energy cannon struck, hitting the Iron Monger's back with the force of a lightning strike. The giant machine was sent hurtling through the air, crashing to the ground from a height of several dozen meters.
Click! Click!
The highway buckled as spiderweb-like cracks spread out from the impact, creating a scene as if a massive earthquake had just occurred.
Cyborg wasted no time.
In a split second, he shot back into the sky, soaring hundreds of meters before diving toward the deep pit where Obadiah lay.
Boom!
Cyborg's full-force shock slammed into the chest of the Iron Monger, which had only just started to rise.
Click, click, click!
The sounds of the Iron Monger's body cracking echoed through the air.
Everyone present realized that the Iron Monger had no chance of fighting back against Cyborg.
"Cyborg..."
Tony's eyes widened with shock.
He hadn't expected that Obadiah, in his iron armor, would be knocked down so easily. In comparison, Tony felt rather useless.
Of course, strictly speaking, that wasn't entirely fair.
Tony wasn't at his peak. After replacing his Ark reactor with an older version, his energy was only half of what it had been, barely enough for two shock waves. This significantly impacted his mobility.
Secondly, Obadiah cleverly disabled the weapon system on Tony's armor during the initial close-range battle, where Tony, lacking combat experience, was at a disadvantage. This put Tony in a nearly hopeless position with little room for a comeback.
Although Tony had taken some hits, he still felt confident. He didn't believe his armor was weaker than Cyborg's; he simply thought there was still much room for improvement. He wasn't discouraged.
"Tony, looks like you're going to need some encouragement!"
At that moment, an unfamiliar yet not unfamiliar voice sounded in his ear.
"Iron Man!"
Tony turned to see Batman standing beside him, smiling. "If you really want to be a superhero, what you're doing right now is far from enough."
"I'll do what I need to do, Batman!"
Tony glanced at the man beside him and responded in a low voice.
As they spoke, the battle continued.
The Iron Monger's steel body had taken heavy damage but still retained its ability to move. Obadiah struggled to get the Iron Monger back on its feet, hoping to use the remaining power to mount a counterattack.
Boom!
Cyborg showed no mercy. He pressed one hand onto the Iron Monger's head and forced it into the asphalt, using the air jets behind and beneath him to drag the Iron Monger across the road, plowing out deep cracks.
Chi Chi Chi Chi!
Sparks flew as steel scraped against the ground.
It wasn't until the Iron Monger crashed into the Stark Industrial Building on the side of the road that Cyborg stopped, inserting his hands into the neck-body connection of the Iron Monger. With all his strength, he tore the Iron Monger's chest open.
Click, click, click!
Cyborg, in a brutal display, ripped off part of the Iron Monger's outer shell in seconds.
Electricity crackled as the Iron Monger's internal wiring was severed, but Obadiah still didn't give up.
Furious, he moved the missile on his shoulder and aimed it at Cyborg.
"Be careful!"
Pepper, who had been watching from a distance, couldn't help but shout.
Tony's face darkened, but he noticed that Batman, standing next to him, made no move. It seemed he had complete confidence in Cyborg and hadn't even considered intervening. Is this called allies?
Just as the thought flashed through Tony's mind,
Click!
The cannon on Obadiah's shoulder prepared to fire.
With Tony and Pepper watching in shock, Cyborg didn't hesitate. He raised his iron fist and rushed directly into the missile barrel of the Iron Monger.
Boom!
The missile exploded instantly in the barrel, and the massive flame engulfed them. Shrapnel and steel fragments flew in all directions.
As the missile exploded, Cyborg's attack had already torn a huge gap in the Iron Monger's armor. The shockwave and fire spread inside, and they could hear Obadiah's screams from within the blaze.
Moments later, a figure emerged from the fire, completely unharmed.
It was Cyborg.
"Ended!"
Cyborg nodded at Batman, increasing the airflow beneath his feet. His body shot into the air, soaring into the night sky and disappearing.
"Is it over?"
Tony was a little dazed.
That was too easy!
At least he was saved by Cyborg, but he didn't even have time to thank him because he was mulling deeply.
'He's rich! Even putting aside the money, just think about the technology!'
Tony, deeply intrigued by Cyborg's tech, helplessly turned his head and looked at Batman beside him.
But the man hadn't left yet.
"Tony, we'll meet again."
After Cyborg left, Batman spoke to him without any intention of further communication. He then disappeared into the shadows as quickly as Cyborg had, vanishing before Tony and Pepper's eyes.
He just left like that?
What was he doing here? Cyborg wasn't enough?
Was he just watching for fun?
Tony was immediately frustrated and looked down at his disheveled self, speechless for a moment.
A while later, the sound of police sirens grew louder as they approached.
It was the New York Police Task Force, led by George Stacey, with the usual four turtles following him.
However, when they arrived excitedly at the scene, they found only Tony Stark in tattered armor, staring at the wreck of the Iron Monger in front of him, with a scorched corpse inside.
"Tony!"
George, who had just gotten off duty and received the alert, had rushed over but soon realized something shocking.
It was too late again.
What a steal!
"What?"
The turtles saw the destruction left behind: overturned or burning vehicles, cracked roads, and a huge pit.
Michelangelo broke down in particular, crying with frustration.
"Why are we always late?"
"Why is it so hard to complete a mission?"
George looked at Tony, about to ask something, when another black car approached, breaking through the police blockade and stopping in front of him and Tony.
"Who's that?"
George frowned. Who would dare act so arrogantly?
Before he could finish the thought, a man with a black eye patch stepped out of the driver's seat, followed by a man with a high hairline in the passenger seat.
At the same time, a man and a woman exited from the back seat.
"Director Stacey, we'll take over from here."
Nick Fury flashed his credentials at George, his tone calm but firm: "Please have the New York Police Department block this area."
"S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
George frowned deeper and let out a cold snort before addressing his colleagues and the turtles.
"Don't approach. Keep blocking the area!"
On the other side, Coulson approached Tony and Pepper.
"Mr. Stark, Miss Pepper, I believe we can have a good conversation now, right?"
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