High in the sky.
Obadiah Stane obviously didn't hear Tony Stark's muttering.
Even if he had heard it, he wouldn't have cared.
Because he had been tangled in a dogfight with Tony at high altitude, he was completely ignorant of what was happening on the ground.
He didn't know how Rhino had been insta-killed in one move, nor did he know how Vulture had been scared off by Peter and then turned into a sieve by the wheel of destiny.
As of now, he still viewed Peter as nothing more than a mortal flesh-and-blood body that had undergone some kind of experimental mutation.
In his simplistic worldview, no matter how capable a person was, they were still just flesh and blood.
Flesh and blood could never shake his steel armor!
"Who cares what you idiot thinks!"
Obadiah gave a sinister grin, his short, thick finger pressing down hard on the launch button.
"Go tell it to my anti-tank missiles!"
Obadiah was still fantasizing that his missiles could teach Peter a lesson.
However, the missile's tail flame had just ignited, and it hadn't even had time to leave the launcher.
Obadiah saw that figure floating in the air casually lift a leg, making a motion similar to kicking a soccer ball.
Tempest Kick!
Whoosh~
A visible cyan blade of air appeared out of nowhere, accurately slashing into the anti-tank missile that was just about to launch!
BOOM!!!
The missile exploded instantly upon the violent impact!
The fire and shockwave from the explosion knocked even a massive giant like the iron monger back quite a distance.
Inside the cockpit, alarms blared loudly, and the screens flashed red frantically.
"Chest armor damage at sixty percent!"
Obadiah was lucky enough that the missile had barely cleared the launcher before the Tempest Kick struck it.
Otherwise, if the missile had exploded internally and caused a chain reaction... he probably would have turned himself into fireworks on the spot!
At this moment, Obadiah was completely stunned.
What the hell?
What was that just now? An energy wave kicked out with a foot?
Is he a poet?!
Holy shit!
Before Obadiah could recover from his shock, Peter's mocking voice reached his ears.
"Now, who's the one about to be killed by their own weapon?"
Peter slowly "walked" over to the iron monger, which had finally managed to stabilize itself, and tapped on its helmet with his finger, producing a series of crisp "clang, clang, clang" sounds.
"Oh, wait, that's not quite accurate."
He tilted his head, looking like he was thinking seriously, and corrected himself a moment later.
"I should say... who's the one about to be killed by the weapon they plagiarized?"
Obadiah was already reeling from the missile's impact, and hearing this, he nearly spat a mouthful of blood onto the screen.
Lies don't hurt, but the truth is a sharp blade!
Thinking about how everything he had was copied from Tony, and yet he couldn't even use this stolen gear to kill that bastard Tony.
And now to be mocked like this by The Punisher, Obadiah's mental state completely shattered on the spot.
"Die!"
Obadiah screamed, raising his hand to let the machine gun on his wrist fire countless bullets.
Watching this, Tony even held his breath.
But what happened next made him go from holding his breath to gasping in shock.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
The bullets clearly hit Peter's body squarely, but the sound they made was no different from hitting a steel plate!
Not only was Peter unharmed, he even had the composure to slowly let dazzling electrical arcs wrap around his arm inch by inch.
Then, with a motion like a hand-blade, he directly sliced off the machine gun along with the iron monger's hand armor!
Looking at the iron monger's arm armor that Peter had severed on the spot, Obadiah's eyes nearly popped out of his head.
What kind of monster is this?!
At this point, he had actually begun to feel regret.
But he knew he had no choice; there was no turning back.
So, he could only stake everything on a punch with his remaining right fist, trying to use the mech's own power system to blow The Punisher away.
"Oh? A melee attack this time?"
Peter said, still choosing not to dodge. Instead, facing the iron monger's incoming fist, he chose the simplest and most violent response.
Brute force against brute force!
Boom!
Peter's fist collided with the iron monger's fist.
Compared to the iron monger's iron fist, Peter's fist was clearly so small.
But the power that erupted was something even the iron monger's power system couldn't withstand.
Creeeeak! Screeeech!
The piercing sound of twisting metal rang out.
Under Obadiah's terrified and distorted gaze, the iron monger's massive fist, made of special alloy, was actually... punched straight through by Peter's fist!
As Peter withdrew his hand, he gave a gentle tug, and the iron monger's entire right arm armor was ripped off as well.
Now, the iron monger had become a handless monger... "No... this is impossible!"
Obadiah let out a desperate scream.
Dismantling a mech with bare hands—this kind of magical occurrence was completely beyond his comprehension!
"Nothing is impossible."
Peter's voice was like a demon's whisper.
After tearing off both of the iron monger's arms, it was as if he had become addicted to tearing apart mechs.
He began reaching out to tear at the armor on the iron monger's chest and back.
Creeak, snap!
The sound of alloy steel plates deforming under violent tearing was incessant.
Before long, the once-majestic iron monger had turned into a piece of scrap metal with sparks flying everywhere and wires completely exposed.
*Hiss~*
Watching this incredibly brutal scene from a distance, Tony felt a wave of phantom pain.
"Jarvis..." Tony murmured, his voice incredibly dry.
"Yes, sir."
"Take this down... immediately, right now, prepare for the development of the Mark IV!"
"What will be the focus of the new armor, sir?" Jarvis asked.
"Integrated armor! Seamless! At the very least, it shouldn't allow a human to stick their fingers into the gaps of the plating!"
"Shit, I will never allow my armor to be torn apart like that!"
While Tony was rambling to Jarvis about the design philosophy of the next generation of armor.
On the other side, seeing that he was about to be exposed to the open air, Obadiah completely broke down.
He knew he was finished.
His grand plan to become the King of War had completely turned into a pipe dream.
He was most likely not going to escape death!
Even if he luckily survived, he was destined to spend the rest of his life in prison!
He might as well just die!
At that thought, 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, then none of you are staying alive either! Not only that, I'll make all of Brooklyn be buried with me!
With that thought, Obadiah roared and smashed his fist through a button inside the cockpit protected by a red cover.
Self-destruct sequence! Activated!