The battle between Iron Man and Iron Monger was reaching a fever pitch. The enormous Iron Monger, clad in thick steel armor, mercilessly struck Iron Man's faceplate with a heavy punch. With a loud bang, Iron Man's faceplate flew off, revealing Tony Stark's tired and scarred face. His chest rose and fell violently, clearly pushed to his limit.
Obadiah, controlling the Iron Monger, wore a sinister smile on his face, as if victory was already in his grasp. The massive footsteps of the Iron Monger's armor echoed through the streets as he slowly advanced towards Tony, each step carrying a heavy pressure. His low voice came from behind the helmet, filled with endless contempt and arrogance.
"Tony, did you think you could always hide behind your high-tech armor and put on that genius act? Did you really think with just an 'Iron Armor,' you could suppress me, defeat me? Ha!" Obadiah sneered, his voice full of vicious jealousy and hatred. He grabbed Tony's suit, lifting him up like a toy, his eyes staring at Tony through the Iron Monger's faceplate.
"From the moment you were born, you had everything—money, fame, status! And what about me?" Obadiah's voice grew more intense, like years of suppressed anger suddenly erupting. "I've always had to rely on my own hands, on my own intelligence, to make a place for myself in this World. I endured, working in your shadow, waiting for an opportunity... I'm smarter than you, I work harder than you! But you—you just relied on your damned Stark name and a little cleverness, and you became the World's darling, a hero!"
He was furious, and the Iron Monger in his hands began to exert force, the iron grip making it almost impossible for Tony to breathe. Obadiah continued to roar, his tone filled with jealousy and disdain: "Do you know? Tony, my technology is more mature than yours, my experience is far richer than yours! But who is in the spotlight? Who is the object of everyone's admiration? It's you, not me! All the applause went to you, all the wealth belonged to you! And what about me? I could only work silently behind you, silently for you, paving the way like a dog! But today—today I will prove to everyone that I am the one who truly deserves this armor!"
Tony was held tightly, struggling to breathe, but he still managed a sarcastic smile, coughing weakly twice, and with difficulty raised his arm, trying to activate his energy cannon. He gritted his teeth and whispered, "Heh... That's really touching, Obadiah. But, sorry, I don't have time to listen to you complain about your life."
However, when he pressed the energy cannon activation button, he only heard a **"click"** misfire. Tony's smile instantly froze, and an awkward atmosphere filled the air. He was stunned for a moment, looked down at his arm, and then pressed the button again, but there was still no response.
Obadiah watched this scene and burst into laughter, his laughter filled with mockery and arrogance: "Hahahaha! Did you really think you could defeat me with this piece of junk? Tony Stark, you're just a pathetic loser! Look, your weapon is useless against me, you can't even complete the final blow!"
He slowly stopped laughing, his eyes filled with cruel coldness, "And now, Stark, your time is up. Today will be the most humiliating moment of your life—dying under your own armor, and I will replace you and become the true king."
Obadiah lifted Tony, preparing to deliver the fatal blow, as if victory was already in his pocket.
Just as Obadiah was about to deliver the fatal blow to Tony, a slight whooshing sound suddenly came from the night sky. Then, a blurry shadow descended from the sky, and Dominic landed in the center of the battlefield with an extremely elegant, exaggerated posture. His movements were like a perfect performance, every detail filled with drama. He slowly stood up, brushed the dust off his clothes, and wore that arrogant smile on his face.
"Wow, looks like today's show is really interesting." Dominic exaggeratedly looked around, his eyes filled with cynical teasing and sarcasm. "I say, these big and small iron cans are having a lively fight. Too bad... this show of yours is a bit boring, it's time for me to make it interesting."
He stood with his hands in his pockets, his posture relaxed, without the slightest hint of tension, as if the life-and-death struggle before him was merely his amusement. His tone was light, with a nearly malicious coldness, as if everything was under his control.
Obadiah raised an eyebrow, his face instantly becoming extremely displeased. He was about to deal with Tony, but was suddenly interrupted by this uninvited guest, which clearly infuriated him. He controlled the Iron Monger, its massive body emitting a sound of metal friction, and slowly turned its head, its eyes filled with anger and disdain. "What are you? Are you planning to play superhero here?"
Obadiah didn't say much, directly controlling the Iron Monger's other massive arm to lift up, and the machine gun instantly aimed at Dominic. His voice carried undisguised , "Interfere again, and you'll go to hell with Stark."
The muzzle of the machine gun flashed with dangerous light, and Obadiah's eyes were filled with cold killing intent. The massive Iron Monger was like an inviolable steel fortress, ly occupying the center of the battlefield, ready to completely crush Dominic.
However, Dominic wasn't the least bit nervous. He tilted his head slightly, a playful smile on his lips. "Oh, darling, do you really want to fight me? Let me guess, do you think you can beat me just because you're wearing such a big piece of iron?" His tone was provocative and disdainful, as if he didn't care about the Iron Monger before him at all.
Tony, held up by the Iron Monger, gasped, his face full of pain, and intermittently squeezed out a few words, "What... What is this... Superman?" His gaze fell on Dominic, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Dominic shrugged easily, his expression still lazy. "Superman? Oh, buddy, I'm much more interesting than that justice-seeker. Justice and responsibility? I'm not interested in that bullshit. I just want to have fun, and incidentally, clean up these scrap metal cans blocking the way."
As he spoke, a dangerous light flashed in his eyes. He gently raised his hand and pointed at the Iron Monger controlled by Obadiah, his eyes full of intense sarcasm. "You think this pile of junk can threaten me? Then you're really living in a dream."
When Obadiah heard these words, his face grew even darker, and anger almost burst from his eyes. "You'll regret interfering!" He roared, controlling the Iron Monger to fire its machine gun, and dense bullets sprayed from the muzzle, heading straight for Dominic.
However, Dominic remained standing in place, without the slightest panic. He gently raised his hand, a cold smile flashing in his eyes. His eyes suddenly burst with dazzling red light, and Cyclops instantly cut through the night sky, hitting the Iron Monger's machine gun with perfect precision. The bullets hung in the air for a moment, then instantly melted into molten iron, dripping onto the ground.
"Wow, I really have to thank you, you saved me a lot of effort." Dominic raised an eyebrow, his eyes clearly playful. "See? The gun is useless. Now how are you going to play with me? A few more missiles, or should I just dismantle this piece of junk?"