Launch the First Battle of Technology

"You’re so beautiful… Who are you?"

Staring blankly at Yutong, who stood before her in a long, cinched dress, Pepper instinctively asked. The moment the words left her mouth, she regretted them. She hurriedly climbed to her feet and said gratefully, "No matter what, thank you so much for saving me."

"It was only natural. After all, we’ll be family sooner or later." Yutong withdrew her hands and revealed a cool, beautiful smile.

Pepper was utterly confused. She brushed the dust off her suit and muttered in surprise, "Family?"

"My name is Yutong. I work for Patriarch Kyle." Yutong nodded lightly.

"So you’re one of Godfather Kyle’s people." Pepper’s eyes widened in surprise. Recalling the earlier conversation, her lovely face flushed even deeper as she stammered, "Well, Tony and I still haven’t…"

Before she could finish, Yutong seemed to sense something. She swiftly raised her head toward one side of the night sky outside the factory and said inexplicably, "It’s finally here."

"What’s here?" Pepper froze again.

The next moment, a pleasant ringtone came from the pocket of her suit jacket.

Pepper took out her phone and saw that it was Tony calling. She quickly answered.

"Pepper, are you okay?!" Tony’s anxious voice came through the phone, accompanied by heavy panting, as if he were exercising outdoors.

Pepper’s heart immediately warmed. She quickly replied, "I’m fine. One of Godfather Kyle’s people saved me. But Stanny has armor too, and he’s turned into a murderous madman."

"It’s good that you’re okay. As for Stanny, leave him to me!"

After saying that domineeringly, Tony promptly hung up.

Pepper raised her head with Yutong and looked toward the sky outside.

There, a brilliant red meteor with a blinding white trail appeared at the edge of the night sky, accelerating diagonally downward as it plunged toward the highway where traffic had come to a standstill.

At that moment, on the main highway beside Stark Industries.

Because the Iron Machine had suddenly rolled into the middle of the road, countless passing vehicles blared their horns. Some cars crashed into the roadside guardrails while trying to avoid it, even setting off a chain of collisions. The scene was utter chaos.

"Damn it, what the hell just happened?" Stanny was furious. In that instant, he had no idea what had happened. He had only felt as though he had been hit by a speeding train, sent flying along with his armor.

He controlled the Iron Machine as it climbed up from the concrete road. Seeing a small van ahead with its headlights on, barely stopped in time, he angrily raised his massive mechanical left foot and viciously kicked the reinforced front of the vehicle to vent his rage.

Bang!

The van’s front end caved inward, and under the impact of several tons of force, it flew backward uncontrollably.

Just as it was about to overturn, a crimson iron man with flashy gold paint swooped down. Its palms strained against the rear of the van while its metal feet braced against the ground as brakes.

Screech—

Amid a sharp piercing sound, two blazing trails of sparks scraped from beneath the iron man’s feet. It retreated more than five meters before finally bringing the van to a steady stop.

"Tony!" The Iron Machine looked at the suddenly appearing iron man, spreading its hands as it said coldly, "I already spared you. Are you still coming here to throw your life away?"

"Stanny, stop this!" the iron man urged.

"Stop? Hahaha." The Iron Machine burst into laughter, its glowing white eye sockets fixed on him. "After Howard died, Stark Industries was held up by me alone! Now your godfather wants to drive me out and kick me aside just like that? It won’t be that easy!"

While the two faced off, many drivers involved in the surrounding crashes fled their vehicles in terror.

"If you want to make a move against my godfather, you’ll have to ask whether I agree first!"

The iron man snorted coldly. The Iron Machine did not waste words. It grabbed a motorcycle nearby, swung it like a weapon, and charged forward.

The clash between Iron Man Armor was about to erupt!

Yutong brought Pepper to the open rooftop on the third floor of the manufacturing factory, where they had a clear view of the battle on the road.

On the highway, flames and explosions erupted one after another. One large and one small humanoid machine fought fiercely, sometimes engaging in close combat with steel armor, sometimes launching ammunition and cannons for long-range attacks. The power of advanced technological armor made hearts tremble.

"Tony, you have to win!"

Pepper was worried sick about Tony, her hands clenched anxiously together. Just then, a man’s voice suddenly sounded beside her. "Looks like I arrived just in time."

Pepper nearly jumped out of her skin. She turned to look and discovered that Kyle, draped in a black trench coat, had appeared beside her at some point, likewise watching the technological battle on the highway.

"Boss." Yutong smiled and moved closer, naturally wrapping her slender, fair hands around his arm.

"God… Mr. Kyle." Pepper greeted him with deep respect, nearly following Tony’s lead and calling him "Godfather."

"Watch carefully. This is the first battle in which Earth’s advanced technology is being displayed before the world and the public." Kyle smiled faintly, his Golden Pupils reflecting the flickering firelight of the battle.

The rich relied on technology, while the poor relied on mutation.

That was the foremost rule of the current Marvel world.

And the first battle of mutation had already been displayed at the base by Steve and him during World War II more than half a century ago. Although that had only been the low-level beginning of mutation, it had still been enough to dominate large-scale wars among ordinary people.

Whether it was technology or mutation, only when their existence was exposed before the world and the public, demonstrating extraordinary power through wars large and small, would Earth’s people accept the changing times more quickly out of caution and fear.

In the highway battle.

The iron man was gradually suppressed completely by the Iron Machine, tossed around like a ball before being brutally smashed into an abandoned city bus.

The Iron Machine raised its shoulder and fired a small missile, turning the ten-meter area around the iron man into a raging sea of flames.

"Mr. Kyle, can Tony win?" Pepper asked uneasily, watching with her heart in her throat.

"That depends on Tony himself."

Kyle stroked his chin and analyzed calmly, "Judging purely by frontal combat performance, the Mark I modified by the ruthless Stanny may be uglier, but its combat capability is fierce and powerful. The Mark II Tony made later has more balanced performance, but it is still slightly inferior in combat."

"More importantly…" Kyle paused, then said with a hint of mischief, "The Energy Core I gave him was an old one. It should be nearly out of energy by now."

"What did you say?!" Pepper’s eyes widened as she anxiously looked toward the battle. Sure enough, the light on the iron man’s chest had dimmed considerably.

There isn’t much energy left! I can’t drag this out any longer!

Tony naturally knew this in the midst of battle. Wearing battered armor covered in damage, he resolutely looked toward the night sky overhead, made a decision, and activated the engines beneath his feet. Like a Rocket, he shot straight into the sky.

"Where do you think you’re running?!" Stanny shouted grimly. Huge amounts of exhaust sprayed from beneath his feet as his enormous steel body pursued Tony closely.

As if competing with each other, the two continuously accelerated into the vast black night sky.

Seeing this, Kyle on the factory rooftop could not help shaking his head. "What an idiot. It’s over."

If it was not over yet, then it was time for him to step in and end this farce.