Originally, the pulse cannon in Mark 2’s hand could do this, but Jarvis had just reminded Tony that the reactor only had 23% power remaining.
Obadiah wasn’t afraid of wasting energy. He grabbed an SUV and threw it at Tony, who had just gotten up.
Looking at the screaming female driver and the two kids in the backseat, Tony gritted his teeth and caught the SUV before he slowly put it down.
“Okay, you’re fine…”
Bang! He was only halfway through his words of comfort, when the SUV that had just landed on the ground behind him suddenly sped up and ran over him.
Damn it! Tony cursed and got up, but he wasn’t angry.
He was the one who wanted to save them, and it was his battle with Obadiah that had implicated these innocent people.
Obadiah, however, had already taken the opportunity to approach and kick Tony, who was lying on the ground, into a car.
Stuck in the car, Tony raised his hand with difficulty and tried to launch another pulse cannon attack, but the pulse cannon flickered and dimmed.
“Sir, we don’t have enough power, and our functions are unstable. The pulse cannon can’t be fired,” Jarvis reminded him.
Tony: “…I know.”
As soon as he said that, Obadiah leaned over and pulled him out, before smashing him into the ground. “Did you really think that just because the company is called Stark, it’s yours? Your father and I built it from scratch and worked hard for thirty years, and now you want to destroy it.”
With every sentence, Obadiah stomped on Tony.
Looking at the increasing damage to his armor, Tony was anxious. He found an opening and rolled away.
Obadiah stepped on nothing and looked at Tony, who was half-kneeling on the ground and gasping for breath. He grabbed him and threw him into the sky. “Nobody can destroy my company, especially not you, Tony.”
As he spoke, a launcher popped out from his back and fired a small missile.
Tony flew even higher amidst the flames.
Gritting his teeth, he endured the intense jolting and adjusted his posture in the air.
He activated the propulsion system and swayed a little as he hovered ten meters in the air, his head spinning as he thought about how to deal with Obadiah.
Obadiah, however, roared, “You upgraded your armor again? Just nice, I made some modifications too.”
As he spoke, several openings appeared in the armor under his feet as auxiliary jets were activated.
Amidst the roars of the jets, Iron Monger slowly lifted off.
Seeing that things weren’t looking good, Tony quickly flew a little higher.
Jarvis kindly alerted him, “Sir, it appears that he can fly as well.”
Tony said, “…I’m not blind. Right, his armor should be like my Mark 1, and will freeze at high altitudes, right?”
Jarvis said, “No flight tests were conducted previously, so it’s very unlikely that he has discovered that the suit will freeze and stop malfunctioning at high altitudes.”
Tony said, “Okay, let’s fly to maximum altitude.”
Jarvis said, “There’s only 15% power left. The odds of reaching that height is…”
Tony said, “I can do the math myself, just fly.”
Following his order, Jarvis immediately manipulated the armor into flying upward.
But after just a hundred meters, the propulsion system spluttered twice, and Tony’s speed dropped.
“Sir, the power supply is unstable, and we can’t maintain flight speed,” Jarvis warned him.
Tony exclaimed, “Sh*t!” He looked down to see Iron Monger rapidly approaching him.
He was going to be beaten up again! The tycoon sighed, but didn’t give up. He tried to fly to the side.
There was a big problem with Iron Monger’s agility, and Tony could only think of a solution here.
At that moment, Jarvis alerted him, “Batman is approaching.”
Tony perked up and saw that Jarvis had locked onto a small dot in the night sky. It was behind Iron Monger, but was clearly still a distance away.
His thoughts spun, and he was then a little discouraged. What use could Batman be?
Batman himself was an ordinary person. At most, he was much stronger than an ordinary person, but in front of metal armor, this strength was meaningless.
Although Iron Monger was ugly, it had immense strength, defense and firepower. That was the biggest advantage of being a big, brawny man. It was perfect for countering a skilled player like Batman.
There was no way to break through its defense, and Batman’s endurance couldn’t compare with the second generation arc reactor. It was useless even if he came.
These thoughts flashed through Tony’s mind, and he ordered, “Reboot the jets and pull Obadiah up to maximum altitude as soon as possible.”
Jarvis said, “Rebooting… Rebooting is complete, sir.”
Tony said, “Got it.”
Borrowing the moment the armor was rebooting and suddenly dropped from the loss of power, he successfully tricked Obadiah, and the cumbersome Iron Monger flew past his head.
Obadiah cursed in frustration, knowing that he couldn’t compare with Tony in terms of agility.
But looking at Tony, who was swaying in the air and clearly had a problem with the jets, Obadiah turned around and lunged at him.
If he didn’t do it tonight, it would be Tony who came after him later. He couldn’t let Tony live.
Tony circled in the air and flew back up with Obadiah.
“Sir, there’s 12% power remaining. We may not be able to reach the maximum altitude,” Jarvis warned him.
Tony said, “I know. Stop telling me and fly.”
As he spoke, the metal armor flew up quickly.
A few seconds later, Tony was stunned and looked down. “What’s Obadiah doing?”
From what he could see, Iron Monger, who had been chasing him, suddenly spun around and left.
What was even stranger was that Iron Monger didn’t stop spinning. The lump of metal was like a high platform diver as it did a quick series of rolls and flips in the air.
Coupled with the flames shooting out from its legs, Iron Monger turned into a spinning top and shot downward.
Jarvis asked, “Should we stop our ascent for the moment, sir?”
Tony said, “…Head down.”
As Jarvis operated the suit, he explained, “It’s possible that Batman attacked the jet system in Obadiah’s right foot, causing it to malfunction and leading to Obadiah losing his balance.”
Boom!
In the short time it took to say these words, Obadiah had spiraled down and plunged into the ground in his enormous armor.
A few seconds later, Tony fell from the sky and looked at Obadiah, who was half-stuck in the ground with his ass sticking out. Tony then turned to Luke and asked in disbelief, “How did you do that?”
Luke curled his lip. “Is it hard to shoot a dart into his leg from the side?”
Tony: …Are you f*cking kidding me?
No matter how low-grade Iron Monger was, it was at least at the level of a Mark 0.5. If it could be taken care of with a dart, then what was the point of his metal armor?!
Batman’s darts cost less than two dollars each, while Iron Monger was worth at least fifty million dollars. This quality-price ratio dealt Tony a massive blow.