"Godfather, don't underestimate me!"
Tony came to a height of 20 meters above Kyle's head, stretched out his left and right arms downwards, and opened rows of small holes on his steel arms. A total of more than a dozen small missiles were launched at the same time, surrounding Kyle who was in the center of the rooftop.
"Boom boom boom—"
In an instant, the blast from the missile explosion covered Kyle and even the rooftop.
"There's nowhere to hide from this move, so it should be effective, right?"
Tony looked down at the black smoke. At this moment, a black air wave suddenly whistled and a figure jumped up from it at an extremely fast speed.
Air dash!
"Tony, you are not so naive as to think that I can't do anything to you if you hide in the air."
Kyle flew over Tony with a wave of air. The fingers of his two hands overlapped and crossed to form an iron hammer, and he hit Tony's head hard while he was floating in the air.
Clang—
With the dull sound of blacksmithing, Tony fell to the rooftop. When he was about to hit the ground, a spider web pulled him in, appropriately cushioning the strong impact of the fall.
"Mr. Stark, are you okay?"
Peter covered his aching stomach with one hand and helped Tony, whose suit was slightly damaged, up with the other hand.
"It's okay, but something's going to happen soon." Tony raised his head solemnly, looking up at Kyle who was falling down.
"I hope he kicks me softly. I'm just a kid."
Peter's face was pale, and he was a little overwhelmed by those two kicks.
"Who isn't?"
Tony patted his shoulder comfortingly, "You'll get used to it."
Chapter 474 The Godfather is still the Godfather
Kyle fell straight down from a height of twenty meters. The moment his feet touched the ground, he squatted slightly to relieve the force, but because of his unusual weight, he still cracked the solid floor of the rooftop, and gravel and dust waves were stirred to both sides.
Peter's body began to tremble.
Two to one.
Although he had an absolute advantage, the man in front of him could not be described by common sense. After all, he was famous for fighting an entire country alone during World War II.
This is the legend!
"Mr. Stark, what should we do now..."
Peter's voice was trembling and throbbing, the hairs on his hands kept standing up, and the warnings from the spider sense had never stopped from the beginning. He had already deeply understood the gap between them, not only in physique and ability, but also in combat experience, fighting skills, etc. Both sides were completely on a different level.
Too.
How can a person living in an era without the smoke of war talk about fighting with a person who ended the world war? Kyle's combat awareness and combat experience were all honed by him in one brutal war after another.
'Snapped!'
A steel hand slapped Peter on the back, waking him from his self-doubt.
Tony said to Peter, "Peter, you said before that you wanted to be a superhero. Are you going to back down just because of this?"
"I, I didn't!" Peter took a deep breath, clenched his fists tightly, and refocused his eyes on Kyle in front of him.
"That's right."
Tony smiled and looked at Kyle not far away, and said with emotion: "Don't say you. Any hero who has fought with the Godfather will have his self-esteem trampled and fall into a period of self-doubt. The light radiated by the Godfather as a hero is too dazzling. As long as we are compared with him, our own shining points will be overshadowed."
Peter asked in surprise: "Mr. Stark, how did you get out of this in the end?"
"It's simple. Just don't forget your special talents and shining points, and maintain sufficient confidence..."
Tony spoke for a long time, and Peter listened carefully as if it were the Bible, until Tony finally gave a summary, "The most important thing is not to compare him with the Godfather, just think of him as the only special case on earth."
Peter: “…”
Tony leaned closer to Peter and lowered his voice, "Alright, kid. I think we should discuss tactics and how to continue the next battle."
Kyle looked at the two people whispering, but did not go forward to disturb them. He just stood there and waited until Tony and Peter stopped talking. Then he asked calmly, "Continue?"
"continue!"
Tony waved his hand slightly forward, sending out an attack signal, and Spider-Peter immediately rushed towards Kyle, while Tony himself started the engine and flew into the sky.
Will he attack proactively again? Or will he choose close combat
Kyle's pupils reflected Peter who was getting closer and closer. He didn't know whether to say that the other party was confident or stupid, but there was no reason for him to retreat in close combat.
then.
Kyle also started to sprint, rushing towards Peter at full speed, and punched him in the chest at the same time. Peter rolled his eyes and stretched out his hands, seemingly trying to catch Kyle's fist with his hands, but stopped halfway and rolled high over Kyle's head.
"Um?"
Kyle failed in his attack and turned around to chase the agile Peter. At this moment, he heard the roar of an engine from behind his head.
Kyle turned around and threw a punch without even thinking about it, which just collided with Tony's steel fist powered by his engine. Sparks flew, and the air waves and wind pressure were slightly dissipated.
"Tony, are you switching to close combat too?" Kyle looked at the glowing iron mask nearby.
"wrong answer."
Tony didn't bother with Kyle. After attracting his attention, he quickly turned on the engine in his palm and quickly distanced himself from Kyle with the help of the push.
Kyle became alert and suddenly remembered that there was a small spider behind him. By the time he reacted, two balls of white sticky spider webs flew onto his feet and stuck to the floor.
"Mr. Kyle, you are careless!"
Peter was still worried, so he used the spinning machine in his right hand to continuously shoot spider webs until Kyle's feet were firmly attached to the floor.
Kyle tried hard with his feet, but found that even using only one tenth of his strength was not enough to break free from the strong restraints of the multiple tough spider webs. He was like standing guard, unable to move at all.
"Godfather, there's no way you can avoid this now!"
Tony's voice came again in front of him. Kyle looked up and saw Tony, who was ten meters away, raising his arms. All the guns and cannons on his shoulders, arms, wrists, and palms that could be fired were activated, and they were all aimed at him who was blocking his movement.
"The game ends here!"
'Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—'