Ben extended his arm like a gun.
Iron Man visibly twitched, a short burst of electrical current crackled from his Armor, and the light from his helmet dimmed after flickering.
"Thud!"
The heavy Armor crashed to the ground, and a small, pickaxe-like chip appeared on the glowing blue Arc Reactor.
"Sir, the Arc Reactor is damaged, and energy is leaking."
Through the Armor, Ben could hear Jarvis's voice.
Tony knew the severity of the situation better than Jarvis did!
It was important to know that this Arc Reactor was not only the energy source for the Armor but also his life source!
It was embedded in Tony's chest cavity, and it was the energy provided by the reactor that maintained the electromagnet, keeping those tiny shrapnel fragments from flowing into his heart through his bloodstream.
Ben's powerful blow shattered the outer casing of the Arc Reactor, essentially striking Iron Man's Achilles' heel.
Although there were only some superficial cracks, it wouldn't cause all the energy to be lost, nor would it stop the Arc Reactor from operating, but in this situation, the leakage of palladium elements from the reactor would be extremely severe!
In just a few seconds, Tony's palladium poisoning symptoms had greatly worsened!
Seeing this, Jarvis unhesitatingly reduced the reactor's operating speed, allowing it to only maintain Tony's normal vital activities, attempting to slow down the rate of palladium poisoning in this way.
"Calling Miss Potts for you."
"No!"
Tony, enduring the nausea and dizziness brought on by palladium poisoning, unhesitatingly cut off Jarvis's call.
He still didn't know what kind of monster Ben was, nor did he know what his true purpose was, so how could he let Pepper be in danger!
"Now let's see how much time you have left, Tony Stark." Ben retaliated, though at this point, he didn't intend to continue fighting.
Killing Iron Man would not benefit him. However—his gaze shifted to the mark 3, sizing up this Iron Armor for a few seconds—this thing had research value.
'Perhaps Little Commando could figure something out.'
Thinking of this, Ben acted without hesitation. He planned to dismantle Tony's Armor into parts and then pack them up to take away!
Most transmigrators who crossed over to Marvel usually had to steal something after gaining their abilities, and the unfortunate ones were naturally the poor, shriveled wallets of street thugs. But in Ben's case, Iron Man was the one who suffered.
However, he brought this upon himself.
One must know that this guy even wanted to capture Ben and take him back for dissection and research!
Ben only stealing one of his Armors was nothing.
He acted immediately, his hands moving so fast they became a blur, and in an instant, he dismembered one of Iron Man's arms.
"What exactly do you want to do?!" Tony yelled nervously.
After the Armor shut down, his vision was actually very limited, like a person in a mascot costume who could only see through a narrow slit, but he could feel one of his arms lose the protection of the Armor and be exposed to the air.
This made him very nervous and scared; he felt like an unopened can...
"Time is money, Tony. You've wasted several minutes of my time. I have to compensate myself for the loss." Ben violently dismantled the Armor, quickly flipping open Tony's faceplate.
Instantly, a sickening, sour stench assaulted him.
"Oh!" Ben felt as if the air in front of him had turned a different color. He leaned half his body backward, trying to avoid the strange smell. "Did you vomit inside the Armor? Gross!"
It was a can, but he didn't expect it to be a can of fermented herring.
He looked at the Iron Mask he had removed in his hand, feeling as if he had opened a jar of Laoganma and gotten his hands covered in oil—he wanted to throw it away but was a little reluctant.
After all, this was a large-scale action figure, and the kind that could move!
So he shook it vigorously, splattering the disgusting vomit back onto Tony's face.
Tony took a deep breath, his face ashen, and even his hair was damp.
"Whose fault do you think this is?"
"Of course, it's your own. Remember, I warned you not to meddle!" Ben said, accelerating his dismantling of the Armor. "I'll have to wash this thing a hundred times first, with a whole bottle of dish soap!"
"I have a better suggestion: don't touch it."
"Shut up!"
Ben took a moment to punch him.
In less than half a minute, he had completely dismantled the Armor. Now, carrying a pile of parts almost as tall as himself, he cheerfully said goodbye to Tony.
"I advise you to call your girlfriend; otherwise, you'll have to walk back to Stark Tower," Ben kindly reminded him. "Then, the next day, your current appearance will be on the front page of every news outlet."
After saying that, Ben left directly with the disassembled Armor.
Strangely, Quick Flash Star also seemed to have abilities similar to a force field. Although there were many parts and his speed was incredibly fast, not a single screw was lost due to wind resistance or inertia.
"Wait, Quick Flash Star does have abilities similar to a force field, otherwise everyone he saved would be cut in half by his speed. But it shouldn't be this powerful!"
Ben quickly realized.
"Unless Quick Flash Star gained some of Spider-Man's abilities, using bio-static electricity to adhere those tiny parts together!"
Thinking of this, Ben immediately became excited.
Being able to stack Spider-Man's abilities after transforming into an alien hero?
That was too cool!
However, so far, this was only Ben's guess; at least, the Spider-Sense hadn't triggered during his fight with Tony just now.
Ben also quickly checked if there was a tracking device inside the Armor.
Quick Flash Star had the speed to try millions of password combinations in dozens of seconds; a full inspection of the Armor wouldn't even take a second.
As a result, he indeed found a small tracker.
After destroying the tracker, he hid the Armor.
There was no rush to research the Mark Armor; in any case, it would have to wait until he transformed into Little Commando.
Now, his most urgent task was to return to school.
He spent another ten seconds, leisurely arriving at school, avoiding every camera that might spot him, and spent a long few dozen seconds in the restroom, finally transforming back into his original self in a flash of red light.
It was at this very moment that the school bell for class rang, and Ben rushed into the classroom at the very last second.
"Excellent, just in time!"
"Not excellent at all, Bant Parker!" The homeroom teacher's face was already ashen. He stood on the podium, looking askance, and emotionlessly raised his arm, "You're late!"
So, why are speedsters always late?