Superman in Marvel: Practicing Devouring Techniques, Unrivaled in the Universe

On the familiar grass.

Leon and Tony stood side by side, their hair swaying in the wind.

July is rainy on the West Coast.

At this time, the moving dark clouds blocked the sun in turn, and the whole world was in cold colors.

The grass beneath their feet undulated like waves in the cold wind.

Leon was silent for a while in the cold wind blowing in his face: "It's only eleven forty now, we are early."

"Punctuality is a good habit. Coming early can give you a home advantage." Tony stood straight and imposingly. "You don't want the Ten Rings Gang to find your house and demolish it, do you?"

“I don’t live there anymore.”

"Oh! Interesting, how about I use your room to raise a pet dog?"

"If you do that, I'll shove your head up your ass."

"…Disgusting, can we change the subject?"

"Okay, that's what I wanted to ask just now." Leon looked up at the Mark 4 flying in the sky acting as a signpost.

"Where's your new armor?"

He looked at Tony, who was only wearing casual clothes: "Didn't you say that you would use the new armor to beat up Wenwu today?"

Tony was obviously very satisfied with this question, and raised his mouth mysteriously: "You will see, it will make you smile all day long."

"So mysterious? Great, I'm starting to look forward to it."

Leon raised an eyebrow, “I hope you can be quieter when you shout for help later.”

"Heh," Tony sneered, "Call for help? Absolutely not! You'll only see those guys in their underwear getting beaten down by me!"

"Really? The young men are not the key. What's important is the old antique who's leading them..."

Leon’s ears moved slightly: “They are coming.”

"Where?" Tony looked around the lawn and didn't see anyone.

This was originally Stark's old campus.

It has not been rebuilt since it was abandoned, and there are only sparse palm trees around it, and the view is clear even for several kilometers away.

Looking further out, there is the cliff and the shallows below it.

"That!" Lyon gestured to the sky.

Tony looked over and saw seven or eight black dots flying in the distance in the sky.

The rumbling sound of the engine was faint and gradually became louder.

"Thank you for the generous gift. I thought they would climb up from the cliff like the killers in the movies, but they actually took a helicopter?"

Three minutes later.

With a deafening roar, eight helicopters cleared the humid air and landed in front of the two men.

The sharp cyclone stirred up by the propeller spread over the grass.

Countless grass clippings were cut and flew into the air, filling the air with the smell of wet mud and making sharp sounds of twitching branches in the air flow.

The helicopter doors opened one after another.

Dozens of masked men quickly got off the plane and gathered, forming a line on the grass.

The leading helicopter looked like the last big devil to appear in the game.

After everyone lined up at attention in front of it.

The right door of the helicopter was slowly pushed open, revealing a pair of shiny combat boots, followed by a black ancient costume with a corset, with the movement neither hurried nor slow.

Tony narrowed his big eyes slightly. He was a little annoyed and inexplicably felt like he was being despised.

He thought that today's duel would be him fighting alone against thousands of enemies, and he would blast open the mystery of this thousand-year-old organization with every shot and every cannon.

Instead, the other party showed up in a helicopter in a swaggering manner.

Even when getting off the plane, he acted in a high-profile manner, as if he didn't care about anyone.

He and his younger brother were standing there stupidly, like two airport attendants, waiting to wipe the shoes and hold up parasols for the big guys on the plane when they got off.

Tony took a few deep breaths. He had never been looked down upon like this before.

He has always been the one who looks down on others!

"I want to twist that man's head off, press it on the propeller of the plane, and ask him if he will ride a helicopter next time." Tony whispered to Leon.

“Then you can start.” Leon took a step back. “The pretentious old man getting off the plane now is Wenwu.”

He had no emotion towards the contempt of civil and military affairs.

After all, the other party was destined not to leave Los Angeles safely today.

On the contrary, he found Tony's frustrated look quite amusing.

Speaking of which, Tony seemed to have some misunderstandings about today's battle.

He always thought that he had been challenged to a duel, so he thought that the other party would appear fully armed and cautious, and then the two sides would shake hands and fight regardless of life or death.

However, Wenwu only issued death notices, and his contemptuous attitude remained the same.

Tony added too much drama to himself.

"Hello Tony Stark, I'm Wenwu."

Tony walked forward with his eyes wide open, but Wenwu spoke first.

This is a typical East Asian man with slicked back hair.

He has a particularly traditional gentle temperament, and his eyes are filled with a depth that has been polished by time.

At first glance, one would think that he is well-read, reserved and reserved.

As the ancient text says, a gentleman hides his sword and does not draw it.

But when he spoke, his sharp edge was exposed, with a hint of violence: "You also brought your brother here, what a pity, you will all die here today."

Tony was not to be outdone and looked Wenwu straight in the eyes.

"Oh? Really? Why can't it be you and your men who die here?"

He tried his best to speak harshly.

But the playboy's aura can be invincible on the girls' graceful thighs.

But in the end, he was no match for the other party's sharp eyes, like drawing a sword.

At least in Leon's eyes, Tony seemed to be at a disadvantage.

"I'm going to die here?" Wenwu looked like he had heard a joke.

He walked past Tony and looked around the surroundings.

"The grave you chose for yourself looks beautiful, Mr. Stark."

He turned around and raised his hand towards Tony who was looking at him.

"Your contribution to the world deserves respect, but the reputation of the Ten Rings Gang must not be damaged."

"I'll give you a chance to attack, Mr. Stark, but you have no chance of survival. If you want to try to escape, please do it as soon as possible."

Wenwu looked at Tony, but there was actually no trace of him in his eyes.

Thousands of years of fighting made him believe that he was invincible and that he would be invincible with the Ten Rings.

Tony opened his mouth, wanting to say something decent.

But when he thought about it, the coolest thing he had ever said in his life was "I am Iron Man."

So he held it in for a few seconds, then tapped Wenwu's chest with his finger and said, "You will regret this."

After saying that, Tony turned and stepped back, holding his hands flat and shaking them lightly.

A few seconds later, a sound of breaking air came from the sky.

Dozens of people looked in the direction of the sound and saw six or seven mechanical parts spewing flames tearing through the clouds and heading straight for Tony.

"That's... Mark 42?" Leon was stunned. "Could this be the surprise Tony mentioned?"

Mark 42 is the armor in the movie that can break into parts and fly towards Tony.

Now it should be called Mark 5.

Those mechanical parts, some hands, some legs, all rushed straight towards Tony.

Except for Lyon, everyone present felt a little shocked.