Tony stared, momentarily stunned. "Jarvis, did you see that clearly?"
"No."
"Hmm?"
"I slowed down the footage by a hundred thousand times, and I still couldn't discern his movement trajectory. Mr. Aaron seems to have... teleported?"
"..."
Tony thought for a moment and said, "Note it down. The next suit of armor also needs a powerful reaction system to quickly detect its surroundings and take countermeasures when I can't react in time."
He glanced at Blonsky's calf and added, "The armor needs to be even thicker, thicker than an elephant's leg."
"Yes, sir."
"Oh, and was this scene captured? I must say, he looked very cool in that instant."
"I recorded the entire process, there's absolutely no problem."
Tony nodded.
Blonsky was bewildered, this wasn't the scene he had imagined.
Director, you shot it wrong. This isn't my script, let's do it again.
Just then, Hulk's familiar roar sounded from afar.
But upon seeing Abomination kneeling before Aaron, both Hulk and Bruce Banner's consciousnesses were stunned for a few seconds.
He stumbled and fell face-first, yet still managed to look up.
This roar jolted Blonsky awake.
The next instant, he subconsciously ignored Aaron's elusive methods, and in his extreme shame and anger, he raised his hand and delivered a heavy punch carrying thousands of tons of force.
However, the fist stopped abruptly about ten centimeters from Aaron.
Blonsky watched in horror as his uncontrollable fist suddenly curved and struck his own head.
Bang!
Crisp and loud—it sounded like a good head.
Tony descended from the sky. He stared, bewildered, at Abomination, who had just punched himself a dozen meters away.
"What kind of move is that?"
"You don't know?" Aaron looked at him in surprise.
"Should I know?"
Faced with Aaron's astonished gaze, Tony felt utterly baffled.
"I imagine you haven't been paying attention to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters."
Tony tried hard to think, looked up some information, and his expression subtly changed.
"Mutants? Is this... Professor X's telepathy? You controlled Abomination's body?" Tony's face instantly darkened.
He had originally thought Aaron was twisted enough, but now it seemed he had underestimated him.
"Jarvis!"
"Sir, the data has been recorded, but I must remind you that I don't have enough data to support the design of the next suit of armor."
"With current technology, it's simply impossible to create." Jarvis spoke truthfully, incapable of lying.
Tony raised an eyebrow. "For me, nothing is impossible. Note it down. With a little bit of intelligent thought, it can definitely be done."
After whispering, Tony tried to pry for information. "Buddy, what other abilities do you have? Show them off?"
Aaron knew what he meant and gave a mysterious smile.
Want to make anti-Aaron armor? Go find the Mind Stone first.
Take your time researching, I hope you don't despair in the end.
"Roar!"
After Blonsky tried to recall the recent events, he let out another roar.
This time, he didn't rush forward recklessly. Instead, he grabbed a car with one hand and threw it. Then he picked up a bus and threw that out too.
Aaron's eyelids lifted slightly, his hands behind his back, his figure tall and straight. An invisible force enveloped the car and bus, making them float in the air.
Aaron walked forward, step by step.
Blonsky frantically threw everything he could find around him. As many as seven or eight cars, and streetlights, all floated in the air.
Aaron walked among the floating heavy objects with a leisurely stroll.
Elegant and noble, like an aristocrat.
"Impossible!"
Looking at Aaron's terrifying power, and remembering his wealth, which could rival a nation, Blonsky let out an unwilling roar.
There was no justice in this world!
Then he, Blonsky, would shatter this firmament!
He stomped heavily, causing the ground to instantly indent. His entire body launched forward like a heavy cannon, concentrating all his strength into one hand, attempting to break through Aaron's terrifying Telekinesis shield.
Aaron nodded slightly, and a faint blue light screen appeared five meters in front of him.
Blonsky punched it, and with a clang, he was repelled several meters by the counter-impact force.
His face showed unwillingness. He came before the light screen, punching again and again, delivering dozens of punches within seconds.
Each punch could blow up a tank.
Each strike was comparable to a missile attack.
Aaron continued to advance.
The light screen remained stable, unmoving.
Soon, Aaron slowly walked up to Blonsky, looking up at his hideous giant face.
Blonsky stopped his meaningless punching, looking at Aaron's slender figure, his red eyes narrowed.
Although he tried his best to control his emotions, his inner fear was still evident.
The two stared at each other across the light screen.
One tall, one short.
At some point, the light screen vanished.
Blonsky still didn't move. He extended a finger, and it met no resistance as he had imagined. But he still cowered, not daring to reach out, even though he believed a single finger could crush a human to dust.
Tony watched this scene, an uncanny sense of shock washing over him.
It should have been a scene of a demon god slaughtering mortals, yet why did it feel like Aaron was the demon god, and the nearly three-meter-tall Abomination was the trembling little white rabbit?
This world must be insane!
Aaron spoke, "I hate it when people look at me like that."
Blonsky's heart jolted, as if recalling the previous scene, and his not-fully-recovered legs instinctively knelt.
Thud!
Aaron raised an eyebrow. He was about to combine gravity and Telekinesis to forcefully press the other party down.
But Blonsky was so cooperative and obedient?
This left him with no sense of accomplishment.
His gaze shifted upwards.
Aaron frowned again.
Blonsky looked at his still upright posture even while kneeling, then at Aaron's displeased eyes.
Before Aaron could speak, he put his hands on the ground, lowered his head, and said, "Great god of miracles, I was wrong!"
"What the f*ck?!"
Tony was shocked, and Hulk scratched his head.
Aaron asked, "What were you wrong about?"
Blonsky thought for a moment and said, "You are the eternal God. And I am just an ugly monster, a fool who doesn't know his place."
"I am the best commando, please, spare me."
"I have shed blood for the people, I have rendered meritorious service to the country."
"But... what does that have to do with me?" Aaron shook his head.
He thought of Justin, then Loki. Blonsky's flattery still needs work.
And then he had to add something unnecessary at the end.
Do I care?
Hearing this, Blonsky, who had been bowing his head, suddenly looked up and lunged.
On his face, contorted with terror, a triumphant smile appeared.
His giant hand, much larger than a normal person's head, clenched into a fist, carrying a sonic boom as it slammed towards Aaron's chest.
Boom!