Crack!
With a crisp sound, a thin and deep crack appeared on the ground, emitting a faint hot air.
A big hole was pulled out in the LCD screen wall behind the people, and the screen went black instantly. An unpleasant burnt smell came out.
The audience on the stage couldn't help but exclaim in unison, making a huge noise.
But no one ran away, and most people thought that this was a new trick specially designed by Tony for his appearance.
"Happy, the box." Tony shouted and waved to Happy, but he ran to the other side.
Fat Happy rolled on the ground a few times, and when he saw what the young master did, he understood what he meant. He rolled a few more times, rolled into the curtain wall, climbed up, and ran towards the red suitcase.
The man didn't care about the others at all. He just walked towards Tony slowly and said, "Tony Stark, you know what? Your whole family are thieves and robbers."
Crack!
Another whip lashed at Tony who was slowly retreating towards him.
Tony stepped sideways and dodged the whip again, but the curtain wall behind him was hit again and a piece of it was cut off.
Everyone in the audience screamed in unison again, and cameras and titanium mobile phones were standing like a forest, watching the scene intently.
Tony, who was facing the crisis on the stage, found that he was not too nervous.
Compared to the black-haired guy who looked like a fighting god, the guy with the whip was nothing but a weakling. He could have easily dodged the two blows just now without wearing the steel armor.
Compared to someone's rope dart, Tony felt that the guy opposite was just a little brother in kindergarten.
But Tony soon realized something was wrong.
The man didn't seem to be in a hurry to kill him. His two whips were crackling like circus animals, but he never attacked continuously. He just forced him to jump around, and his mouth was full of trash talk mocking his father.
"Shh!" Tony whistled briefly. He glanced at the passage behind him and saw Happy's figure with a red suitcase in his arms. He was overjoyed: "Shoot."
As soon as he finished speaking, several security guards around him decisively pulled the trigger of their guns that had already been raised.
Everything just happened too fast, and they were afraid of the attacker who was wearing something like an iron armor.
Since the young master didn't speak, they didn't dare to use weapons at will, for fear of accidentally killing the young master or injuring civilians.
But as long as Tony speaks, they will not bear any responsibility. This is the guarantee of Stark Group.
Several bullets were fired at the attacker, but the man swung his whip with both hands, and more than a dozen bullets deflected and flew away when they approached him.
Tony leaped into the curtain wall and stepped on the red briefcase, which instantly stood up and opened.
He bent down and pressed his hands into gloves, then lifted the suitcase to his chest and pressed it. Immediately, a red and silver armor extended from the suitcase, wrapping around his upper body.
Tony stretched out his arms and legs, maintaining the most standard dressing posture. Pieces of folding armor popped out from the main frame and quickly assembled together.
Finally, the helmet was flipped up from behind, the silver mask was buckled down, and his eyes lit up with white light.
The entire dressing process took only five seconds, and Tony became Iron Man again.
Crack!
The curtain wall in front of him was split open by a blue-white whip shadow, and the attacker looked at him through the crack with a sneer on his face, seemingly not surprised that he was wearing armor.
Tony raised one hand, a ring on the palm lit up, and a palm cannon was about to fire.
The blue and white whip came again, and Tony dodged slightly. The tail of the whip made a small bend and hit his wrist from the side, and the charging process of the palm cannon was immediately interrupted.
Tony immediately moved his body to the side and raised the palm cannon in his other hand.
Having been beaten by Batman just two days ago, he has learned that he must not let the opponent catch his rhythm during a battle, and that it is not advisable to output on the spot.
Bang!
The palm cannon was fired, and the blue-white light whip was swung almost at the same time. The two collided with each other, making a louder roar. Strong airflow scattered, blowing surrounding debris into space.
The attacker was safe and sound, even grinning, and continued to whip him.
The attack of the palm cannon is an outward release of energy, which only lasts for a moment, but the physical whip is not.
The young master obviously lacked practical experience in fighting against people with super powers, and was caught off guard and entangled by the whip.
Jarvis's reminders kept ringing, and the internal system was extremely unstable.
The attacker's whip is very special. It converts energy into ionized plasma flow. If it encounters fragile objects, it will naturally break them into two pieces with one whip.
But Tony's Iron Man armor is not so fragile. Even the most fragile Mark V can temporarily resist the damage of the ion whip.
However, it also caused great interference to the Iron Man Armor. The power output of Mark V was extremely unstable, so Tony could not immediately break free from the ion whip filled with plasma.
At the same time, the attacker's other whip was swung casually behind him.
The bullets fired by Stark security and police officers all deviated as they approached and flew to unknown places.
Apparently, this whip also has pretty good protective features.
The attacker was not fully armored, perhaps because armor was not his most important means of protection.
Tony tried hard to stand up, but at this moment he suddenly felt his heart tighten, his vision became dizzy, and he had difficulty breathing. The knee that had just stood up fell to the ground again.
Damn it! His body was having problems at this moment. He reacted immediately.
Since there was a hole in his chest and the Ark reactor was used to absorb the shrapnel near his heart, he had developed symptoms of palladium poisoning over the past few months.
After being kidnapped last time, he made sure to always have a set of iron armor with him, as he didn't want to go through the embarrassment of being kidnapped with the armor again.
It turns out that the armor is fine now, but there is something wrong with his body.
If I had the physical fitness of that charcoal-headed guy, I would be able to beat him even if the Ark reactor failed! Tony inexplicably thought of a humanoid monster that he had just competed with.
He was once again filled with the spirit of not admitting defeat: No way. This guy in front of me is so weak, but I was suppressed! If that guy hears this, he will definitely mock me next time!
Thinking of this, Tony raised his head suddenly, and his eyes glowed brightly, which meant that he was highly focused.
Immediately, a white light flashed, and he was involuntarily stunned: Am I hallucinating? Or is my illness getting worse
From the virtual projection, he saw a dark shadow swooping down silently and rapidly from the sky opposite him.
As soon as Tony saw the glider-like cape and the stealthy and silent style, he knew who was coming.
The black shadow swooped down from the sky like a bat hunting in the dark, flipping in the air with incredible nimbleness, passing through the blue and white whip shadow, and kicking the attacker on the back.