"Help me!"
"Uh... although you look quite pitiful asking for help right now, you did look pretty cool snapping your fingers at the end... Alright then..."
With a light chuckle and tease, Zhu Haomiao agreed readily, casting his gaze around. Everywhere he looked, the invisible Sword Qi sliced through thick armor, freeing Tony from the shell he was trapped in.
Crack crack~
The steel shell, which could withstand close-range rifle shots, abruptly came apart. Tony Stark felt a sudden lightness, astonished as he looked at the Mark 1 shattered on the ground.
As its creator, he knew best how strong Mark 1's defense was. When the latches deformed and twisted due to external force, he thought he would be trapped in the powerless armor!
Under the Afghan desert sun, just a few dozen minutes, and he would be roasted sizzling like those tank soldiers burned alive in WWII!
