Chapter 114 – The Door to a New World

At that moment, the woman in the car was screaming her head off.

Tony knelt down on one knee, gently setting the car he caught back on the ground, but hadn't moved away yet.

The terrified driver slammed on the gas pedal, and as soon as the rear wheels hit the ground, the car shot forward—plowing right into Tony.

Pinned against the hood, Tony shouted: "Wait a second!"

The next second, Tony was dragged under the car.

That was when Smith Doyle's voice rang out:

"You're not in the car—you're under it."

"Tony, are you trying to surprise me or something?"

Smith quipped as he walked over, lifted the car with one hand, and pulled Tony out.

"So Tony, how does it feel under the chassis?"

"Man, thanks for the help, but this round of our race? I won!"

Tony hadn't forgotten about their earlier bet and declared himself the winner. The score between them was now tied 1–1.

Smith just shrugged, not saying anything. It wasn't that he couldn't outpace Tony—he just didn't see the need.

After all, he was using ki, while Tony relied on a mass-producible power source.

And the Mark series' speed would one day reach eight times the speed of sound, which was impressive progress.

But compared to instant teleportation across planets? Mach whatever was nothing.

"Okay, you win this one," Smith said. "But… looks like a big guy just showed up."

Sure enough, Obadiah, piloting the Iron Monger, came blasting in on jets and landed with a heavy thud.

When he saw the unexpected figure before him, Obadiah immediately recognized Smith and said:

"I know you. Smith Doyle."

"You're the one who pulled Tony out of that cave."

Just then, a motorcyclist happened to pass by. Obadiah grabbed the rear wheel, picked up the motorcycle, and swung it at Tony like a weapon.

Boom!

The bike collided with Tony's armor, causing an explosion and sending Tony flying.

"But tonight, I suggest you stay out of this between me and Tony," Obadiah continued coldly.

"Otherwise, it won't just be Tony who dies tonight."

Not knowing how strong Smith truly was, Obadiah didn't think much of him. With the Iron Monger suit, he thought himself invincible.

He didn't even spare Smith another glance before leaping after Tony to continue his attack.

Seeing himself ignored, Smith blinked. "Huh. Did he just… ignore me?"

On the street, terrified bystanders abandoned their stalled cars and fled the chaos.

Of course, some brave—or foolish—onlookers whipped out their phones to record the spectacle of the Iron Monger, the Mark 4, and the man who could fly and lift a car with his bare hands.

Obadiah caught up to the still-prone Tony and kicked him hard, sending him crashing into a bus, then grabbed him again.

"Forty years! I've supported you for forty years!"

He slammed Tony to the ground, then stomped on him over and over.

"I built this company from nothing! I won't let anyone stand in my way—least of all you!"

He picked Tony up again and hurled him into a bus, splitting it in half, then fired a shell at him.

Boom!

The explosion blasted Tony into the air before he came crashing back down.

Through gritted teeth, Tony seethed. This company was his father's! Obadiah was just a minor partner!

Steadying himself, Tony shouted:

"Smith! Are you just gonna stand there and watch?"

"Give me a hand—this armor's too big, too damn thick!"

"And hey, what's with the popcorn and soda? That's just insulting."

Hearing Tony call for help, Obadiah scoffed:

"Have you lost your mind, Tony? What can a mere mortal like him do?"

"Or do you think he can save you again like he did in that cave?"

"If he dares interfere, I'll wipe out his little so-called Assassin Brotherhood too."

As he spoke, Obadiah raised his arm, loaded with twelve missiles, and locked onto Tony.

Tony couldn't believe Obadiah was this bold.

"Smith, you gonna take that?"

Smith handed his popcorn and soda to a random bystander and said coldly:

"Obadiah… you'll regret crossing me more than anything else you've ever done."

In a blur, Smith vanished and reappeared in front of Iron Monger, slamming a charged punch straight into its chest.

"Hah!"

Boom!

The massive Iron Monger was sent flying, its chest plate caved in with a massive dent the shape of a fist.

In the next instant, Smith reappeared behind the airborne Iron Monger, moving so fast he left afterimages, and swung his fists like a baseball bat, sending it hurtling away again.

"Run your mouth again and I'll give you the full experience."

Boom!

Obadiah's giant frame tumbled down the street, demolishing parked cars as he went.

Watching the destruction, Smith smirked and said:

"Tony, put the damage to these cars on your tab."

The regular people in this world had suffered enough—they didn't need to also lose their cars to superhero battles.

Tony nodded thoughtfully. "No problem. I'll cover it."

Hearing this, the crowd erupted into cheers.

One onlooker even pointed at his Chevy Camaro and shouted:

"Hey big guy, smash this one! Smash it!"

"I've still got thirty more car payments—I want an excuse to get a new one…"

That remark seemed to open a whole new world for everyone. More bystanders pulled out their keys and ran to park their cars closer to the fight, hoping their vehicles would get wrecked.

Those who couldn't get their cars nearby looked visibly disappointed.

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