With energy flames shooting from his palms, Stark stabilized his Iron Man Suit in the air, retorted with a sneer, and attacked with golden palm repulsors.
Whiplash dodged, attempting to fly closer and attack with the electro-whips in his hands, which carried powerful currents capable of cutting through steel.
Whoosh!
The electro-whips whistled through the air, and Stark narrowly dodged.
"Some people used to pester me like this, but it's the first time it's been a burly man.
You know, you're making me feel a little sick," he said with a hint of anger.
This time was different from the Monaco Grand Prix; last time he was on the verge of death, but this time he saw hope of survival.
His romance with Pepper had only just begun.
If the king of this country got a bad impression of him because of this, his life would be cut short.
Bang!
Dodging an attack from a Wakandan warplane, Whiplash commanded several Iron Man Suits to fly up and attack.
"Stark, your family are all thieves and liars, and I'm going to make you pay."
With Ivan Vanko's Iron Man Suits holding back several warplanes, he and Stark continuously battled in the air, electro-whips and palm repulsors exchanging blows.
His father, Anton Vanko, and Howard Stark, together developed the Arc Reactor, but Howard persecuted him, forcing him to live abroad, and he died in poverty in his later years.
The Iron Man Suit on Stark was designed for portability, sacrificing some explosive weapons, so its firepower was not strong enough.
Under Whiplash's attack, Stark was mostly forced to dodge awkwardly, falling into a disadvantage.
"You might not know, My Lord always hides his unsavory side from his children."
While dodging and counter-attacking with the electro-whips, Stark continued to chatter, unwilling to show weakness.
"Just like if I have children in the future, I won't tell her how I spent my youth carousing, only how her mother and I happily entered the bonds of matrimony."
"Your father probably only told you how he and my father developed the Arc Reactor, but he didn't tell you that he committed espionage and treason."
"Shameless liar, those are all charges your thieving father fabricated against my father, do you think I don't know?"
Whiplash, consumed by rage, pressed closer like a madman, continuously swinging his electro-whips.
After a few more attacks, Stark finally failed to dodge and was severely struck, his chest armor immediately torn open.
"Today you must die here!"
Stark, like a falling kite, crashed heavily to the ground from dozens of meters up, flying seven or eight meters.
His faceplate opened, revealing a pained expression, and a mouthful of blood splattered onto the ground.
"Phew, that really hurt, my internal organs almost got shaken out."
"Stark, this is what you deserve."
Landing on the ground, Ivan Vanko also opened his faceplate, looking at his dying enemy with a disdainful sneer.
"Is that so?"
Stark's expression was serious yet held a hint of flippancy.
"After I saw you in Morocco last time, I thought about how to face an enemy like you again."
"An enemy like me?"
"Yes, a careless enemy like you."
Last time, Whiplash dared to attack him wearing only an exoskeleton with no defense and a pair of electro-whips.
If any Police or security personnel had shot him then, he would have died.
This time, it seemed he still hadn't changed his personality.
A hole suddenly opened in the shoulder of the Iron Man Suit, and a gunshot rang out.
Bang!
A yellow bullet shot straight towards Ivan Vanko's exposed head.
But the next second, the faceplate automatically snapped shut, and the bullet ricocheted off with a clang.
"Damn it..."
Stark's confident expression from a moment ago froze; things were a little beyond his expectations.
"Last time I was too poor, many things couldn't be perfected, but this time I got sponsorship from a big financier."
Under the faceplate, Ivan Vanko's voice laughed loudly.
He had added an automatic detection system to the Iron Man Suit, specifically to prevent headshots from snipers.
At the same time, a certain big financier, Justin Hammer, stared blankly at the empty laboratory in his company, where hundreds of millions of U.S. dollars worth of products had gone missing.
Crack!
"Die!"
Whiplash swung his whip down again, and Stark awkwardly rolled to dodge, then quickly took flight, escaping into the distance at supersonic speed.
Ivan Vanko's Iron Man Suit was powerful but cumbersome; he couldn't catch up to the Mark 5.
But he was extremely clever, flying above a Wakandan warplane, shattering its bulletproof glass, and wrapping his long whip around the neck of a pilot inside.
"Stark, if I electrify him, his head will be cut off immediately.
Are you sure you want to abandon him and run away?" he shouted loudly.
"Ivan Vanko, don't involve innocent people!"
Stark hesitated, stopping in the air, and shouted, "Don't make me look down on you, that's quite undignified."
He had some liking for Ivan Vanko, who was also a technological genius.
"Dignity?"
Whiplash laughed disdainfully, "I grew up in a slum full of gangs, and you're talking to me about dignity."
"Deactivate your Iron Man Suit, let me kill you obediently, and then I will leave this country immediately, otherwise..."
He moved slightly, and the whip contracted, the pilot's expression growing more pained, the threat clear.
"You still want to leave?"
Stark hesitated whether to comply, struggling internally.
A cold, questioning voice suddenly sounded from behind Whiplash.
He swung his hand back, and the electro-whip, capable of cutting steel, was caught by a bare hand, completely unharmed.
Hovering in mid-air, holding the electro-whip with one hand, Ron looked at him with icy eyes: "My place, you think you can come and go as you please?"
He had gone to America to catch those small rats, but it turned out he had overestimated them, thinking their targets were the National Scientific Research Department and the armory.
Instead, their target was a border Police station, and then he was delayed by catching General Ross and others.
"Stark, I thought you could handle it.
It seems I overestimated you," he said, looking at Stark.
"Uh... King Ron, you have to understand that fighting on away ground can't compare to fighting on home ground."
Seeing Ron flying in mid-air with his bare body, Stark, with wide eyes under his faceplate, said blankly.
This trouble was his doing, and he had boasted he would solve it.
Yet, even with several warplanes helping him hold back dozens of Iron Man Suits, giving him a one-on-one opportunity, he couldn't solve it.
He had provoked Ron's appearance, but Ron's way of appearing was simply too astonishing.
Whiplash also froze.
He looked down, trying to find some kind of hoverboard, but saw nothing.
Rip!
Ron ignored him, reached out and easily tore the electro-whip from Whiplash's Iron Man Suit, then used his heat vision to cut the other one, and kicked out.
"Kill him for me."
Like a falling meteor, Whiplash, along with his Iron Man Suit, was kicked from the sky to the ground.
Feeling an excruciating pain in his back, he yelled with blood foam in his mouth, ordering the Iron Man Suits to stop engaging the warplanes and attack Ron.
Sizzle!
Ron stood in the void, and the Iron Man Suits that flew over to attack were all sliced in half by his heat vision, like a hot knife through butter, falling from the sky.
In an instant, all twenty or thirty Iron Man Suits were dealt with.
He landed on the ground.
"Stark, if it weren't for this 'Superman' suddenly appearing, you would be dead today!"
Lying inside his Iron Man Suit, Ivan Vanko yelled at Stark, unwilling to accept defeat.
He could fly, had a body of steel, and could shoot heat rays from his eyes, just like Superman walked out of a comic book.
"Why aren't you moving? Is your Iron Man Suit malfunctioning?" Although it was true, hearing that, Stark, who had also landed on the ground, said unhappily.
"In that one aspect, you'll never be better than me."
Having also fallen from the sky, his Iron Man Suit was perfectly fine.
"His Iron Man Suit is broken, and his spine has some issues.
He'll be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life."
Ron looked with his X-ray vision.
Indeed, the anti-shock technology of the Iron Man Suit was truly black technology; the inside and outside of the Iron Man Suit were almost two different Worlds.
"But it doesn't matter, it doesn't prevent him from atoning for the damage he caused to my property."
With that, he turned and left, leaving the criminal to be received by the people of the border tribe.
"How to atone?" Stark scratched behind his ear, curious.
But he received no answer.
...
Stark was pulled by Pepper Potts to apologize repeatedly for the incident, and Najia relayed that His Majesty did not care about the matter.
Potts was very happy, and Stark also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He used to be cynical about the World, a genius and a prodigal son, but now he had someone he cherished.
If he could continue to live in this World, he would certainly speak.
Stark's surgery was very successful; with advanced medical technology, tissue regeneration only took one day for him to fully recover.
"Your Majesty, Mr. Stark has left.
Before leaving, he secretly asked if he could improve his physical functions by replacing a kidney..." Najia said with a strange expression.
"It seems he's not far from one of those five," Ron said with a smile.
"Anything else?"
"He inquired if he could purchase some Vibranium."
"Vibranium?"
Vibranium, an excellent material for building machinery or Iron Man Suits, but then he thought of Stark's habit of making 'anti-something' Iron Man Suits.
He wouldn't have seen his heat vision and wanted to make an 'anti-Ron' Iron Man Suit, would he?
Ron stroked his chin.
...
On the plane leaving Wakanda, Stark sneezed, his eyes subtly excited, eager to try out the many new Iron Man Suit ideas he had developed during this time.
For example, a Vibranium Iron Man Suit, or an Iron Man Suit army...
These were inspired by Ron and Whiplash.
"With a Vibranium Iron Man Suit, I no longer have to worry about my safety, not even highly corrosive laser weapons."
Of course, he was definitely not targeting anyone.
"If an Iron Man Suit army could be created, perhaps I alone could maintain peace throughout the World."
To place the entire World under the protection of Tony Stark.
Some time ago, the U.S. Military still wanted him to hand over his Iron Man Suit, but during this period, Ron and his Wakanda had almost stolen all his thunder, and it seemed even the Military had lost interest in him.
"I once boasted that no country in the World would be able to replicate my Iron Man Suit within twenty years, but judging from Ron's national technological level, plus the Arc Reactor he obtained from Ivan Vanko..."
"If he wanted to, he could mass-produce Iron Man Suits by next year, or even sooner."
Mass-producing Iron Man Suits?
Then he would no longer be unique.
Stark frowned, then stroked his beard.
He was already impatient to make a big announcement, declaring Iron Man's return, perhaps as Mr. Stark, Iron Man, protecting the entire Earth?
"If the Iron Man Suit army is truly created, Jarvis's processing power might not be sufficient to control so many Iron Man Suits, simultaneously peacekeeping across the World."
He was a bit troubled.
"Perhaps a stronger artificial intelligence needs to be created."
...
"Your Majesty, Dr. Bruce Banner, whom you asked to keep an eye on, and his girlfriend Betty, have arrived in Wakanda and wish to see you."
"Oh? Their whole family seems to have gathered here with me."
In the royal backyard, on the green grass, Ron casually threw a Vibranium frisbee: "Tell them to come over."
A few days ago, he had just caught Hulk's father-in-law, General Ross, and Betty, who eloped with Hulk, probably didn't know about it yet.
Thump, thump, thump.
The frisbee flew out, and a huge green figure charged out, like an obedient fierce dog chasing after the frisbee.
The one running at extreme speed was Abomination, still so ugly and ferocious, with a Vibranium collar around his neck.
However, his eyes at this moment showed no human intelligence, as if he had become foolish, his IQ seemingly not much higher than a dog's.
"Speaking of which, America should be taking some action now, after all, it's a real-power Lieutenant General in the Military, and this is also a huge handle and scandal."
"They should be thinking of sending someone to resolve this," he mused, looking into the distance.
"I wonder who they will send to resolve this matter?"