Ti flies
A few months passed in a flash, but Tony’s academic performance was not satisfactory.
No matter how Zhu Haomiao tried to teach him, he was like a blockhead, refusing to understand.
In the end, even Tony had to admit that there were indeed areas in this world he wasn’t skilled at.
As the last hope vanished and the symptoms of palladium poisoning beca increasingly evident, Tony’s ntal state gradually turned urgent, and he began aggressively pushing for a company transformation, trying to divest from the arms business.
However, this touched the interests of shareholders led by Obadiah Stan, making the conflict between both sides increasingly sharp.
Until one day, Zhu Haomiao returned to reality, awakening from a distant deep sleep, his newly clear divine sense sensing intense ripples of fate, accompanied by desperate calls by his ear.
"Zhu... Zhu..."
Not having ti to check his own changes, Zhu Haomiao sighed helplessly.
"Heh... I kind of understand the Ancient One’s feelings when looking at Stephen Strange..."
"Really troubleso..."
Rolling over, the black-clad youth casually drew a circle in the air, with brilliant sparks instantly expanding into a magical ti-space door.
Passing through the gate, Zhu Haomiao saw Tony with a hollow chest and a deathly pale face held by a burly figure, while a group of strangely dressed individuals were looting wildly around him.
"Hand over the administrator rights of the A.I. system... Hm?"
The macho man interrogating Tony sensed a commotion behind him and suddenly turned back, seeing the mysterious black-clad youth erge from the Starfire Gate, his heart instantly thudding heavily.
Ti-space folding spell?!
At the sa ti, his other companions also noticed the scene, and almost without hesitation, over a dozen transcendents launched an attack in perfect harmony.
Swords, magic, bullets, arrows...
Various threats ca rushing in, but the black-clad youth’s eyes showed no fluctuation, his gaze perpetually fixed on the pitifully disheveled Tony, shaking his head with emotion.
"Sigh..."
[Heavenly Gang Force·Breaking Army]!
Stabilize!
Buzz~
Inexhaustible true qi erupted from all over, instantly enveloping an area of dozens of ters, forming an incredible supernatural phenonon under the effect of the Legendary Law [Breaking Army].
Bullets and arrows sharply decelerated upon reaching three ters within Zhu Haomiao’s range, as if sinking into viscous fluid, creating visible tiny ripples in the air, slowing more and more, finally halting altogether a ter away from the black-clad youth, suspended mid-air.
Not only long-range items but even close-range charging transcendents were frozen by invisible power, like insects sealed in amber, fixed in place with twisted and fierce expressions as they brandished their weapons.
As if freezing ti, Zhu Haomiao stepped forward, walking in the still room, "taking" Tony from the dazed burly man’s grip.
"Cough cough..."
Veins like earthworms had spread over his face, and Tony could hardly stand, clutching Zhu Haomiao’s arm tightly, trembling as he pulled out a gaudy gold coin he carried closely, looking at him with pleading eyes.
"Zhu... save... Pepper... please..."
"Uh, best if you handle your own affairs."
"No... the shrapnel pierced my heart... I have no hope... please..."
Tony Stark clearly felt his life slipping away rapidly, each heartbeat bringing indescribable pain.
But even if life was worse than death, he held onto his last breath and stared unwaveringly into the eyes of the black-clad youth, defying death with amazing willpower, squeezing two words from between his teeth.
"Pepper..."
Zhu Haomiao: "......"
Indeed, a considerable number of [Anomaly] have altered predetermined fate, and he ca too late...
Fortunately, not too late...
Turning his head, he found the first-generation rudintary ark reactor solemnly encased in a glass box, Zhu Haomiao beckoned it into his hand from afar.
Shattering the glass box, he stuffed the reactor into the hollow spot in Tony’s chest, where blue and white ghostly light instantly blood, yet Tony’s complexion showed no improvent.
"Open your mouth."
Without asking for permission, he pried open Tony’s jaws, Zhu Haomiao cut a strip of blood with the power of [Abyss Split] on his fingertips.
Urging the [Lust] authority, he forcefully squeezed out a blood pearl containing imnse life energy from the wound, gently dripping it into Tony Stark’s mouth.
Boom!
Tony Stark’s eyes suddenly widened as his entire body spasd and twisted, the deathly pale face surging with boundless flush.
Like a cooked shrimp, Tony’s body arched backward, drenched in sweat, and within a few seconds a pool of water ford beneath him, billowing visible white steam from his skin.
After several minutes, the vast life tide gradually cald, the twitching and spasming body relaxing, taking big breaths of heavy panting.
"Huhuhu..."
Like he had survived an excruciating ordeal, Tony found himself in unprecedented excellent condition, filled with endless strength, ntally well, thinking sharply, devoid of the previous weak and near-death feeling.
"What is this?"
"Heh, I said handle your own affairs, don’t just pray to Gods at the sight of trouble..."
Scoffing aningfully, Zhu Haomiao shook his head in reflection.
Upon hearing this, Tony snapped out of his shock, his pupils shrinking.
"Pepper!"
He surveyed the scene, seeing enemies and bullets halted in the air; had their eyes not trembled, Tony would have thought he fell into a ti pause.
Disregarding the astonishnt, Tony summoned Jarvis, causing a gap to open in the mirror-like floor, revealing a tailored foot platform.
Placing both feet on it, amidst the clatter of machinery all sorts of cool parts assembled around Tony, in re seconds forming perfectly, transforming into a gold-red Iron Man silhouette.
The faceplate closed and locked with a snap, twin bright cold lights igniting in the eyes, Tony turned to glance at Zhu Haomiao, nodding slightly in acknowledgnt, his limbs emitting intense glow, crashing through the glass, shooting into the sky as a streak of light.
Watching the gold-red silhouette speed into the distance, Zhu Haomiao seemingly heard inexplicably stirring music, rubbing his chin with interest.
"At this mont, Iron Man was born..."
Then, he leisurely turned his gaze towards the immobile enemies, his eyes glinting with a dark light.
"Greed."
The sinister whisper seed to co from the depths of Hell, an indescribable twisted power descended from the void, the Power of the Mind corroded matter, slowly altering reality.
Buzz~
Bodies began to float and twist, a host of descenders helplessly had their eyes burst wide, unable to speak a word, watching as they were twisted into deford pretzel shapes, enduring unspeakable agony.
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