Chapter 115 – He’s Definitely Going to Drop Into the Ocean

Slammed to the ground, Obadiah nevertheless played along with the crowd's expectations. He rolled over, grabbed a crushed car nearby, and hurled it straight at Smith Doyle.

Smith didn't even flinch. He fired a single ki blast and detonated the car midair.

Boom!

Watching the explosion, Obadiah snarled:

"Superhuman? Super Soldier Serum?"

"I don't care what you are—anyone in my way dies."

Shaking off the shock from Smith's earlier blows, Obadiah raised his right arm and fired all his missiles at once.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Twelve missiles split into two volleys—six streaking toward the floating Tony, and six toward Smith.

Boom boom boom!

Tony, unable to evade in time, was blasted away and sent tumbling toward Pepper's position.

Seeing Tony rolling toward her, Pepper rushed up in a panic, shouting:

"Tony! Tony! Are you okay?!"

The six missiles aimed at Smith hit nothing but his afterimage before slamming into the ground, creating a massive crater and spraying debris and fire everywhere.

Smith hadn't even needed to use Zanzōken. A burst of ki speed was enough to leave his position before the missiles hit.

Obadiah, seeing the dust settle and thinking he'd won, let out a cruel laugh:

"Tony, I love this suit. So what if he's some kind of freak? Still dies. He's no Superman."

A cold voice answered from behind him:

"I may not be Clark Kent… but are you Bruce Wayne?"

"Kamehameha!"

Smith's hands cupped at his side, then thrust forward, unleashing a brilliant blue-white energy wave that slammed into the Iron Monger and launched it skyward.

Obadiah's HUD went red with critical warnings across the board.

"Ahhh—"

Boom!

In midair, the Iron Monger exploded into fragments, scattering burning debris across the night sky. Obadiah himself was completely vaporized.

On the ground, Tony was still lying beside Pepper when he saw the flash above. He muttered weakly:

"That's it? Just like that?"

"Damn it. So he was just toying with me earlier."

Smith appeared by Tony's side in a blur.

Pepper looked at Smith's martial arts garb and said breathlessly:

"Thank you, Mr. Smith. You saved Tony… and me… again."

Tony forced a grin:

"Give me a little more time. I swear I could've handled Obadiah myself."

Smith waved him off casually.

"Obadiah's already dead. The cleanup's yours."

Tony looked at what was left of Obadiah and nodded grimly. Justice should be delivered by my own hands next time.

With his helmet open, he looked up at Smith and said sincerely:

"Thanks, Smith. I'll take care of the aftermath."

Seeing Tony agree, Smith glanced at the crowd still gawking—and at Coulson hiding nearby—then turned and left without another word.

Coulson, watching the whole thing unfold, silently thanked his luck. Seeing the Iron Monger in action had been sobering. If Obadiah had focused on him instead, he'd be just another body in that underground bunker.

But seeing how many civilians were filming the chaos, he could already tell the cleanup was going to be a nightmare.

Tony, watching Smith disappear, made a silent vow: no more sparring until he'd reinforced his armor to at least withstand Smith's energy attacks.

That move… what the hell was that? Looked like some kind of beam cannon… thicker than my chest repulsor.

…

Back at the Assassin Brotherhood's base, Smith showered, changed, and lay down on his bed.

He didn't fall asleep right away. His thoughts wandered. Once Tony delivered that line at the press conference, the Marvel timeline would really start to accelerate.

He wondered how strong the Hulk and Thor would actually be—worth a good fight, maybe.

As for self-inflicted training to raise his potential, he decided to wait until he could unlock more power. Right now, he wasn't sure just how much he had to spare. No point injuring himself if there wasn't much to gain.

One thing was certain though—with the Marvel world about to unleash all its freaks and monsters, and with another Dragon Ball revival still some time away, he had to keep building up the Brotherhood's strength.

And soon it would be time for the public launch of the Scouter…

…

But before he could drift off, Phil Coulson showed up unannounced.

In the meeting room, Smith eyed the agent and asked:

"Coulson. Shouldn't you be working out the damage control with Tony? Why are you here?"

"This whole mess is supposed to fall under your jurisdiction, right?"

Coulson nodded.

"Tony's tech has gone way beyond spec. For now, it's our responsibility."

"And cleaning up after you both means I needed to talk to you first."

"Tomorrow, there'll be a press conference. You and Tony will both need to be there."

…

(End of Chapter)

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