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Clark turned to glance at the few spectators behind him. Seeing they were unharmed—just frightened—he gave them a reassuring smile, then flew toward the arena with Tony in his arms.
Yes, in his arms.
A princess carry.
Tony looked up at the person who had just saved him, his face unfamiliar yet strangely familiar. As thoughts of the Kent family crossed his mind, he asked with uncertainty,
"Clark?"
Clark gave a slight nod.
Tony let out a breath of relief.
So it really was that kid.
Clark's current appearance had clearly been disguised. If not for the scanning and facial recognition features in Tony's Iron Man suit—and his familiarity with the Kent family—he might not have recognized him at all.
The Kents… they weren't normal people.
Thinking about their powers, Tony mentally spat out two words:
Monsters.
Yes, this whole family must be monsters!
What kind of ability is this now?!
Tap!
Clark landed gently on the arena floor with Tony in tow, under the watchful eyes of the entire crowd.
"How long are you planning to let me carry you?"
Clark spoke calmly, looking at Tony with a helpless expression.
Tony blinked, then noticed the position they were in...
WTF?!
What the hell is this?! When did this happen?
He practically jumped to the ground and scrambled away to the side like his life depended on it.
Tony's face darkened like the bottom of a burned pot—so dark, it looked like ash could be scraped off it.
"This one's mine."
Clark said to Tony as he stepped forward toward Obadiah under the stunned gazes of everyone in the arena.
On the other side, Justin Hammer stared at Clark's sudden appearance, his mind full of question marks.
Who the hell is this now?
Why is there always some damn twist?
But...
"Hey buddy, let's take him down together!"
Clark turned to Justin Hammer, gave a light smile, and replied,
"No need. This won't take much effort."
Meanwhile, Obadiah was livid at the sight of Clark's sudden arrival.
One, two, three...
Annoying people kept appearing, one after another.
Why were they all stopping him?
All he wanted was to kill Tony Stark! Was even such a simple wish too much to ask?
"Die! All of you, just die!"
He roared as he unleashed his full arsenal.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Bullets poured out like a storm, engulfing the space before him.
Rat-a-tat-tat!
Dust and debris flew, bullet holes riddled the ground—but when they hit Clark, they had zero effect.
The bullets bounced off Clark's body like mischievous pinballs—some flattened into discs, others ricocheted away harmlessly.
But trailing right behind them were missiles wrapped in flames.
They roared toward him, slamming into Clark with explosive fury.
Boom! Boom!
Flames consumed Clark, and the shockwave rippled outward.
Obadiah's eyes lit up with hope.
He got him!
But a second later, a figure calmly walked out of the flames—completely unscathed. Not a single burn, not even a scratch on his suit.
Obadiah's pupils contracted, and the rest of the spectators were dumbstruck.
Clark looked at the flaming missile still sputtering in his palm, trying to take off again. He tightened his grip.
Boom!
The flames once again engulfed him.
As a collective gasp echoed through the arena, the fire around Clark was instantly blown away—and he was gone.
Boom! Boom!
With no warning, the four Iron Soldiers hovering mid-air exploded simultaneously, their remains clanging to the ground like scrap metal.
Clark hovered in the air, staring at Obadiah across from him, his expression calm.
What just happened?
What kind of terrifying attack was that?!
Everyone was completely stunned.
What they didn't know was—this wasn't even an attack to Clark. He had simply flown over and rammed into them at high speed.
None of the four Iron Soldiers had human pilots—they were remotely controlled. That's why Clark didn't hold back.
The flames in the air quickly dissipated, but what filled Obadiah's eyes was deep, bone-chilling fear.
What the hell is this thing?!
Sweat beaded on his forehead. Without hesitation, he turned and flew away at top speed.
This was no longer about revenge—this was about survival.
But just as he turned around, something no one expected happened.
"Boom!"
With a fierce explosion, Obadiah suddenly transformed into a ball of fire.
Self-destruct?
Clark furrowed his brow, nodded slightly to Tony not far away, then shot up into the sky and disappeared.
Tony stared at the spot where Obadiah had exploded, then glanced at Justin Hammer with a look of curiosity and contemplation.
Obadiah had an Iron Man suit, and so did Justin Hammer—but there was no way they could have built those themselves. Who helped them?
Also, was there a connection between Obadiah and Justin Hammer?
Tony refused to believe that within such a short time, two people had managed to replicate his suit and the Arc Reactor.
Speaking of which—the Arc Reactor—
The heart of the Iron Man suit.
Someone had managed to duplicate it. Who could it be?
As he pondered, a vague name began to form in his mind.
Just then, Pepper Potts and Happy ran over to him. He had to push his questions aside, opened his helmet, smiled at them, and amid the crowd's cheers, the three of them walked out of the arena.
Meanwhile, Justin Hammer was dumbfounded.
His carefully planned grand entrance had been completely ruined by a red cape. And Tony Stark wasn't dead—the one who died was Obadiah...
Wait, Obadiah, self-destructed?!
He recalled the scene just now and felt a chill run down his spine.
There was no way Obadiah blew himself up.
It was Ivan Vanko!
Damn it!
Suddenly, he felt like the Iron Man suit he was wearing had turned into a sealed bomb.
"Fuck, fuck!"
"That lunatic! What is he trying to do? Could it be that this suit…"
Just then, a calm voice echoed inside his suit.
"Don't worry, I can't detonate your suit, and I won't do that."
"Damn you! You just blew up Obadiah. Do you think I…"
"Is he important?"
Ivan Vanko smiled faintly. "He's about to be captured anyway. Do you want him spilling our secrets? This is for our own good."
Justin Hammer fell silent, then said, "No next time. You must follow my orders. Got it?"
"Heh." Ivan Vanko chuckled lightly. "Relax. Our cooperation benefits us both. It's not the same with someone like Obadiah, who's expendable."
"No funds without you, how else could I make Iron Man suits? Without me, you… heh."
Justin Hammer sneered coldly. "Start the next phase of the plan."
Thinking about how today was supposed to be his moment in the spotlight, only to have it stolen, he burned with anger.
"No problem."
Ivan Vanko said calmly, then ended the communication.
Justin Hammer stood still for a few seconds, watching the crowd slowly disperse from the arena. He sneered coldly, flames bursting from his suit as he flew into the sky.
Tony Stark's Iron Man suit was no longer his alone.
Now, enjoy cheering for Tony Stark.
Because after tomorrow, all this will belong to him!
(End of chapter)