"Ron’s Ultimate Showdown"

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Abomination finally seized the opportunity to break free from the one-sided beatdown he had been enduring.

With a twisted grin, he roared at Ron, "You little punk, you're dead!!!"

Aside from Hulk, few had ever dared to lay such a beating on him.

Ron had to die today—no one could save him, not even the Hulk himself!

As soon as Abomination finished roaring, he prepared to charge at Ron and smash him to bits.

But then, his expression shifted. His footsteps halted, his eyes filled with uncertainty as he looked at Ron.

A green energy aura suddenly erupted from Ron's body, blazing like a fire.

The pressure he gave off was completely different from before—no, it was like he had transformed into a different person entirely!

If before, Ron had seemed like a housecat trying to scratch a human, now he was a full-grown leopard, exuding a deadly presence that sent chills down Abomination's spine.

For the first time, he felt the threat of death.

Could Ron really kill him?

Noticing Abomination's hesitation, Ron smirked.

"Not attacking?" he taunted. "Weren't you just about to kill me? What's wrong now?"

He cracked his knuckles. "If you won't make a move, then I will. Don't say I didn't give you a chance!"

Just as he finished speaking, he noticed a few heads floating up from the water nearby. Without a second thought, he casually kicked them back down before launching himself at Abomination.

Killian and the others: "So...?"

Tony and his group: "..."

Ron had barely covered half the distance before his figure suddenly vanished.

Abomination had encountered teleportation before. The moment he sensed movement behind him, he instinctively swung a massive fist backward.

It connected—?!

But his pupils shrank in shock. He had hit Ron, yet instead of flesh, it felt like punching through mist—his target instantly dispersed into thin air.

"Idiot, I'm over here!" Ron's voice rang out from the side.

Abomination flinched, but before he could turn around—

BAM!

A massive force slammed into his shoulder.

CRACK! For the first time, his shoulder bone fractured.

The Ron he had just punched? That had only been a shadow clone.

Abomination wasn't necessarily slow—he had just been caught completely off guard before. The only reason he had been getting beaten down was the difference in information.

But after taking such a beating, he'd learned his lesson.

Unfortunately for him, that wasn't enough.

So, he got pummeled again.

This time, the intensity was cranked up.

Last time, the dish was undercooked.

This time, it was well on its way to getting burnt.

The air echoed with the sounds of impact—BAM! BAM!—mixed with the sickening crunch of breaking bones.

Abomination, once again reduced to a punching bag, started to twist and contort unnaturally under the relentless assault.

With the Seventh Gate of the Eight Inner Gates technique unleashed, Ron could now seriously injure him.

However, even though he could break bones, Abomination's regeneration was ridiculously fast.

If Ron stopped attacking, in less than ten minutes, he'd be fully healed.

"Looks like I need some tools..."

With a thought, a weapon materialized in Ron's hand.

When Tony had crafted his armor, there was some leftover Adamantium. Using it, he had forged Ron a short blade.

"Round three begins..."

Ron grinned. "Big snot monster, let's see you heal from this."

His Adamantium blade danced in the air, leaving behind afterimages as he slashed at Abomination, cutting and carving without mercy.

Ever since watching the movies in his past life, Ron had always found Abomination annoying.

His ugly color was bad enough, but the random bone spikes jutting out all over his body? Disgusting.

How to describe it...?

Like a pristine white toilet with a few black stains on it—you just had the urge to flush them away.

It wasn't OCD. It wasn't germophobia.

It was just gross.

The same logic applied to Abomination's bone spikes.

From the moment he appeared, those nasty spikes had been an eyesore.

Now, looking at Abomination's smooth, spike-free body, Ron finally felt satisfied.

Abomination barely even felt the pain before realizing—his spikes were gone.

He went pale with terror.

For the first time, the murderous rage in his eyes faded, replaced by sheer horror.

Fear.

He could regenerate lost limbs, but what if Ron decided to treat his head as "unnecessary" and cut it off too?

That would be the end. No coming back from that.

"AHH!" Abomination howled as Ron's Adamantium blade plunged straight through his collarbone, piercing through to the other side.

All it would take was a slight twist of Ron's wrist, and his head would be off.

Abomination froze, not daring to move an inch. His raised fist remained suspended in midair, completely stiff.

The fight was over.

Ron gave him a smile. "You said you were going to kill me? You really think you can kill me!?"

"I..." Abomination shook his head repeatedly, trying to argue.

But Ron's hand, gripping the knife, trembled slightly as he barked, "Shut up!"

Startled, Abomination shuddered and quickly shut his mouth.

Smack! Ron slapped him across the face, looking disgusted.

"Next time, don't stand so close when you talk to me. Ever heard of bad breath?"

"I—" Abomination was just about to apologize when he caught a glimpse of Ron's fierce, murderous eyes. He quickly turned his head away. "Sorry! Got it!"

"Good." Ron nodded in satisfaction and pulled out his short knife.

The bloodied blade lightly tapped against Abomination's face. "Also, remember to brush your teeth from now on."

"If I ever catch you skipping it again, I'll beat you up. Understood?"

Abomination's mouth twitched. He met Ron's eyes and nodded repeatedly. "Understood! Understood!"

Ron smirked. "Alright, didn't you come here for backup? Go ahead and wipe out Killian and his crew. Leave no one alive."

Abomination looked over at the not-so-distant scene. The tide had receded, and Killian and his people were sprawled across the rocks like drowned rats, barely clinging to life. He blinked.

Wait, you need me for this?

"Hmm?" Ron glanced at him.

"Alright, alright! I'm on it!" Abomination immediately bent his legs and leaped over a hundred meters, landing beside Killian and his group.

He raised his foot and stomped down on their heads—one by one, like smashing watermelons—killing them all instantly.

Ron had originally wanted to absorb Killian into his space to see if it would work.

But unexpectedly, as soon as Killian died, the Extremis virus inside him spiraled out of control.

It erupted violently, burning his corpse into charcoal. A light touch, and it crumbled into ashes, scattering everywhere.

Mixing into the dirt and seawater on the ground.

"...Well, there goes that plan. He's already cremated!"

Ron's gaze suddenly shifted to Abomination. Should he kill him and absorb him instead?

But after taking one look at Abomination's shit-green skin, he quickly dismissed the thought.

Forget it. What if I get infected too?

If I turn green all over, I might as well just end myself and start over.

Unaware that his skin color had just saved his life, Abomination suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He glanced back but saw nothing unusual.

He assumed it was just discomfort from having his back spines cut off by Ron earlier.

With the battle over and all enemies wiped out, Tony and the others finally made their way to Ron's side.

"It's over. Ron, are you hurt?"

Tony looked at him with a complicated expression. He hadn't expected the enemies to be so weak in front of Ron.

Meanwhile, the one who had come to help—Abomination—ended up getting beaten senseless instead.

Not that Ron was to blame. The moment Abomination showed up, he was acting all high and mighty, like he was the third most important person in the universe.

What surprised Tony even more was his little brother's strength.

If Ron could beat down Abomination like that, then among the Avengers, only Hulk would be stronger than him.

Thor? Tony thought that dumbass only has an edge because of Mjolnir.

If Tony made Ron a better weapon, Thor wouldn't necessarily stand a chance.

Of course, he didn't realize yet that Thor hadn't even reached his full potential.

If Thor really unleashed his power, he could hammer Manhattan off the map with a single strike.

Ron glanced at their battle-worn appearances, then locked eyes with Tony.

"Tony, the fight isn't over yet. There are still people who need to pay the price."

Tony's eyes narrowed. He knew exactly what Ron meant.

Killian's armed helicopters and their ability to block satellites proved that someone powerful was backing him.

And that someone was high up in the chain.

But despite his anger, Tony shook his head.

"It's over. We don't have any evidence. Let's leave it at that."

If he were alone, he might have pursued revenge.

But he had Stark Industries. He had Pepper.

And he had Ron.

Ron chuckled and shook his head. "Tony, Stark Industries isn't a chess piece for others to move around as they please. No one gets to manipulate us."

"Besides, as long as we're here, Stark Industries is here. If they're willing to break the rules, they better be ready for us to do the same."

Killian was just a pawn. His death wasn't enough to satisfy Ron.

In the original timeline, even when Tony was presumed dead, no one bothered going after Killian.

But when President Ellis was captured, everything went into chaos.

So what, Tony Stark wasn't as important as him?

Vice President Rodriguez being arrested was just a consequence of Ellis' situation.

It had nothing to do with Tony.

Besides, he was only arrested—it's not like he was sentenced to death, right?

"Ron, what do you plan to do?" Seeing the determination in Ron's eyes, Tony took a deep breath and chose to stand by his side.

Screw it! Stark Industries was going to be Ron's sooner or later anyway.

If Ron wanted to mess around, let him. Overthinking things—that wasn't Tony Stark's style.

Ron chuckled. "First, let's fix your chest."

Inside Ron's lab, Tony took off his shirt and lay flat on the bed.

He looked at Ron, a little nervous. "Here? Ron, this doesn't exactly look like a sterile operating room..."

His voice had a slight tremor. This wasn't how he imagined the surgery would go—at all.

Where were the surgical tools? The scalpel?

More importantly, what about anesthesia?

No anesthesia and just straight into it?!

Tony swallowed hard, scanning the room.

What the hell?! You say you're treating me, fine—but why is Pepper here? Why are all of them here?

Aren't you afraid of getting distracted, messing up, and sending me straight to the afterlife?!

I swear, you just want to inherit Stark Industries early!

Tony wanted to cry but had no tears. But seeing the serious expression on Ron's face, he let out a soft sigh.

Closing his eyes, he braced himself for Ron to work on him.

Suddenly, he felt Ron move. The Arc Reactor in his chest was removed.

Huh? Tony was expecting all the terrible symptoms—shortness of breath, stabbing heart pain, the whole package.

But instead, there was nothing. No pain, no discomfort—just an overwhelming sensation of relief spreading from his chest.

It felt like taking a bite of ice cream on a scorching hot day, or drinking a warm sip of tea in the freezing cold.

The sheer comfort almost made him moan out loud.

His eyes snapped open on instinct—only to see Pepper and the others staring at him with wide eyes.

He glanced down at his chest—and his own eyes widened, pupils constricting in shock.

Ron was holding a glowing scalpel.

Somehow, at some point, he had already sliced open Tony's chest.

A scalpel-wielding hand kept releasing green energy, letting it seep into his body.

Meanwhile, the other hand reached directly into his chest cavity.

Tony had no idea what the guy was doing, but judging by the sensation inside his chest, it was pretty obvious—he was touching his heart, trying to remove the shrapnel.

Wait, what? Bro, is this really how surgery works? And why doesn't it hurt at all?

Not only was there no pain, but he was also completely awake, as if it wasn't even his chest being cut open or his blood being spilled.

If he had known surgery was this easy, he wouldn't have spent years worrying about dying on the operating table.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

As Ron pulled his hand out, several metallic clinks rang out.

Tony immediately looked over—on the metal tray, several blood-covered shards of shrapnel lay there.

Was this really the thing that had tormented him for years?

For a moment, Tony felt a strange sense of relief. It was like he had shed his old self, completely severing ties with the past.

As if he had been reborn.

Under the healing technique, his chest rapidly closed up.

Seeing Tony looking a little pale, Ron thought for a moment, then retrieved a leftover serum from his storage.

It didn't have any special effects, wouldn't alter his genes—just strengthened the body a bit and provided some regenerative abilities.

Simply put, it helped restore what the body had lost on a a cellular level.

He wasn't sure if Tony would want to use the serum to change himself. If Tony ever did, he could always make a custom one for him later.

As the serum was injected, Tony's face visibly regained color.

"Get up." Ron gave him a pat.

Tony instinctively flipped over and got off the bed in one smooth motion.

He froze, blinked a few times, then ran his hands over his chest.

"That's it? I'm good?"

Even seeing it with his own eyes, he still found it hard to believe.

"Of course. It was simple." Ron shrugged.

After all, with the medical experience of top-tier shinobi like Hashirama Senju and others, plus years of handling advanced healing techniques, it was second nature to him at this point.

Not to mention Tobirama Senju's extensive human experimentation knowledge and the precise vision of the Sharingan—there was no room for mistakes.

Tony stretched his body, surprised.

"Why does it feel like I never even had surgery? There's nothing weird at all."

Ron nodded. "The serum I just gave you helps restore your body's natural balance."

Surgery—especially major surgery—takes a serious toll on the body. If you don't recover properly, you could end up with lasting side effects.

Ron's serum? It skipped that whole recovery process entirely.

"Alright, Tony, now's not the time to dwell on this," Ron said.

"We should go have a chat with Director Fury and find out if he knew anything about this mess."

"....."