Chapter 831: Batman vs Iron Monger
Tony didn’t dare leave the roof, or Obadiah would immediately chase after him, and it would be meaningless to detonate the electric generator.
Pepper, however, still didn’t make a move. She looked conflicted. “No, I can’t.”
Tony could only say emotionally, “Trust me, okay? We don’t have… Huh?” He suddenly stopped.
Pepper, who was below, immediately tried to look at the transparent ceiling, only to see a black figure that was much smaller than Iron Monger standing where he had been, but Iron Monger had disappeared.
She exclaimed in surprise, “Batman?”
Tony, who was confronting Obadiah on the roof, had the clearest view as a spectator. He saw everything clearly.
Just as he told Pepper to take action, Batman’s ghost-like black figure emerged from the side of the roof and silently glided behind Iron Monger. He grabbed Iron Monger’s arm that was firing from behind and threw the colossal creature down to the ground below.
Looking at the exoskeleton setup on Batman’s limbs, Tony sweated. He had actually forgotten about this.
Mainly because the technology required for this exoskeleton was really nothing. The last time Tony saw it, Batman had used it to stop a bus.
As a result, he subconsciously treated it as a tool for hard labor, and never thought that it could be used in battle.
At that moment, he finally came back to himself. This was Batman, who had extraordinary physical skills! He was a super fighter who was very good at maximizing his abilities.
Other people might not find it easy to use this exoskeleton, but it was very easy for Batman.
When Batman gripped Iron Monger’s arm and turned around, Tony for one moment felt the delightful smoothness in the movement.
Although it certainly didn’t cause Iron Monger any damage, the feeling of wielding something heavy like air, so skilfully and easily, was hard to resist.
Compared with Batman, Tony felt that the combat coach he hired was a farmer who only knew how to use an excavator. It was completely unsightly.
Dropping Iron Monger to the ground below, Luke wasn’t in a hurry to follow him. Instead, he turned to Tony. “If Obadiah’s reactor is broken, you can make one in no time for your own use, right?”
Tony nodded blankly. “No problem. This first generation reactor still has power, enough to give me time to make a new reactor.”
Luke was asking the obvious.
Of course, Batman had to be a little nicer to the tyc.o.o.n; Batman’s mission was to brush up the tyc.o.o.n’s good impression of him.
After this interlude, Luke nodded. “Then I can relax.”
With that, he jumped off the roof and charged at Obadiah, who had already gotten to his feet and was looking up.
Looking at Luke who was charging at him, Obadiah exclaimed, “Batman?!”
Now that Obadiah didn’t have Tony to distract him, Batman lunged at him head-on, and the pressure was even stronger.
This was the reputation from breaking the bones of hundreds in Los Angeles.
Obadiah hadn’t thought much of Batman since he himself wasn’t a hoodlum.
Now that Batman was charging at him, he suddenly remembered: Right now… it seemed he was a bad guy?
Alarmed, Obadiah subconsciously took two steps back.
This was what it meant to feel guilty.
Luke dove down at an extremely fast speed. He even turned on the jets in the air, and the auxiliary support frames on his arms smashed into Iron Monger’s chest with great force.
Duang!
Iron Monger took two steps back.
Luke dropped to the ground and charged forward.
Bang! Bang! Bang! A pair of fists rained down on Iron Monger’s chest.
Iron Monger kept retreating, but Obadiah suddenly came back to himself. Huh? That’s not right. Batman is only using his fists and darts. How can he hurt me?
He subconsciously heaved a sigh of relief and grinned hideously. “Batman, you really do have a relations.h.i.+p with Tony. You’ll die together.”
As he spoke, he raised his arm and pointed the machine gun at Luke.
Luke snorted. As expected of a technology idiot! He thought he was invincible just because he was wearing a big sh.e.l.l.
If Obadiah’s internal support program was Jarvis, things would have been more troublesome.
Given Jarvis’s calculation speed and intelligence, he would definitely slip away with Tony at the critical moment.
Did Obadiah have such a considerate a.s.sistant? Obviously not.
Luke punched even harder, and the sound of metal hitting metal rang out.
Phil, who was watching from not far away, had a strange expression on his face. How could a master at physical techniques like Batman blindly use brute force? Not to mention that the Iron Monger armor was so thick.
Standing on the edge of the roof to watch the battle, Tony, who was ready to help at any moment, also felt that something was wrong.
Jarvis had already a.n.a.lyzed Batman’s actions countless times. This guy was definitely a cla.s.sic case of “look before you leap.”
It was fine if Batman didn’t attack, but if he did, he would definitely defeat his opponent. This was already a fixed rule.
Then why was he constantly punching the thickest part of Obadiah’s armor with his fists? Even if he was using an exoskeleton so that his hands wouldn’t hurt, was it necessary?
Two seconds later, everybody understood.
Inside Iron Monger, Obadiah suddenly felt the armor’s gaze s.h.i.+ft upward, but he wasn’t looking up.
It was Phil and Tony who had a clearer view.
Batman’s continuous attacks finally knocked the heavy Iron Monger back, and it was becoming more and more obvious that it was losing its center of gravity.
Obadiah’s lack of combat experience was once again exposed.
In the face of danger, he lacked vigilance and didn’t react immediately.
Otherwise, with the jets on Iron Monger’s leg, he could have instantly s.h.i.+fted his center of gravity.
Of course, when he and his nephew had been rolling around nearby as they fought, he had never cared about falling down, so it was hard for him to be wary.
By the time Iron Monger started to fall backward, Obadiah just subconsciously waved his hands, as if to grab onto something to maintain his balance.
Luke reached under his cape with his right hand and took out a silver curved blade that was half a meter long.
At the same time, he whirled around the falling Iron Monger.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! The sound of metal clas.h.i.+ng rang out like raindrops. .h.i.tting banana leaves. The silver knife drew arcs in the air as it slashed at Iron Monger’s body.
Boom!
Iron Monger crashed heavily to the ground.
Obadiah finally realized what was going on. He tried to prop himself up with both hands.
In the end… he couldn’t move.
Stunned for a moment, he saw Batman standing tall in front of him, and the silver knife in his hand suddenly stabbed down.
“No!” he shouted in horror.
“No!” Tony couldn’t help but say.
Although Obadiah had done so many bad things, Tony didn’t want Batman to simply kill him.
This was a habit from decades of knowing each other, and had nothing to do with whether the other party was bad or good.
Ding! Rip!
There was a crunch, followed by the sound of metal tearing, and the silver knife pierced through the armor over the reactor in Iron Monger’s chest.
Luke darted away and retreated twenty meters.