After a brief exchange, neither side wasted another word—they immediately launched into battle.
The micro-missile on Obadiah's shoulder locked onto Cyborg and roared out, trailing a long tail of fire as it shot toward him.
Cyborg dodged with a quick sidestep, jets igniting under his feet as he lifted off the ground.
During that motion, streams of data flashed through his mind, calculating Obadiah's next movement path and all possible countermeasures. At the same time, his hand morphed into a cannon barrel, condensing a solid energy round that blasted toward Obadiah in an instant.
Boom!
Obadiah had barely shifted sideways before he was struck head-on. A large section of Iron Monger's left chest buckled inward.
Fortunately, he had instructed his researchers to reinforce the suit, greatly increasing its defense—otherwise that one shot would have been disastrous.
"Don't think you're the only one who can fly!"
Despite the heavy hit, Obadiah did not panic.
He chose to narrow the distance, intending to use Iron Monger's massive frame to crush his opponent.
Both of them were armed to the teeth; a long-range shootout would only drag things out, and that would undoubtedly work against the older fighter. Better to go all-in.
Obadiah's plan was simple.
What he didn't expect was that his decision played straight into Cyborg's hands.
Jets of fire blasted from Iron Monger's feet, propelling the multi-ton behemoth upward like a missile, shooting straight toward Cyborg.
But just as Obadiah closed in, fist clenched, ready to deliver a devastating blow—he suddenly saw a cold smile appear on Cyborg's face.
Not good!
The thought flashed across his mind.
Using the calculations in his head combined with Anton's uploaded combat experience, Cyborg effortlessly slipped past the charge. Both hands morphed into energy cannons, jets firing from his feet and back as he maneuvered behind Iron Monger's head.
He issued the firing command.
BOOM!!
The energy blasts struck the back of Iron Monger's helmet like a thunderclap. The massive body froze mid-air, then plummeted from dozens of meters above, smashing into the ground.
Crack-crack-crack!
The road caved in, spider-web cracks spreading in all directions, as if a powerful earthquake had struck.
Cyborg did not waste the opportunity.
Whoosh—whoosh!
Within a few seconds, he rocketed hundreds of meters into the sky, then plunged down like a falling star toward the cratered Obadiah.
BOOM!!
He landed with full force, stomping down on Iron Monger's chest just as the armor was trying to rise.
Crack-crack-crack-crack!!
The overburdened metal groaned and buckled.
Everyone present could see it clearly—Iron Monger stood absolutely no chance against Cyborg.
"Cyborg…"
Tony's eyes trembled with a hint of shock.
He didn't expect Obadiah to be defeated so easily.
Compared to Cyborg… he felt downright pathetic.
Of course, to be fair, that wasn't the full story.
First, Tony wasn't in peak condition—he was using an old arc reactor, with less than half his usual energy, only enough for two repulsor blasts. It heavily limited his mobility.
Second, Obadiah had been smart enough during their initial clash to disable Tony's weapons at close range, taking advantage of Tony's inexperience.
That put Tony in a losing position with almost no way to turn things around.
Though shaken, Tony still possessed great confidence. He didn't think his armor was inferior to Cyborg's—he simply believed he had plenty of room to grow.
He wasn't discouraged.
"Tony, looks like you'll need to work harder."
A voice—not exactly familiar, yet no longer foreign—sounded beside him.
"Iron Man."
Batman had somehow appeared next to him, smiling faintly. "If you really intend to become a superhero, stopping here is far from enough."
"I'll do what I have to, Batman."
Tony glanced at the man beside him and replied in a low, steady voice.
While they spoke, the fight resumed.
Iron Monger's armor had suffered severe damage, but it was still functional. Obadiah forced the suit back onto its feet, preparing a last-ditch counterattack.
Bang!
Cyborg showed no mercy. He planted a hand on Iron Monger's helmet, shoving the head straight into the asphalt. Jets from his back roared as he dragged the huge suit across the road, carving a long, deep trench into the already-cracked street.
Sparks hissed and scattered from metal grinding against pavement.
Only when he rammed Iron Monger into the Stark Industries headquarters did Cyborg stop. He shoved both hands into the connection between the armor's neck and torso, summoned all his strength, and forced the chest plating apart.
Crack-crack-crack-crack!!
Cyborg tore through the armor with brutal efficiency, ripping off part of Iron Monger's outer shell in seconds.
Sparks crackled as internal wiring snapped.
Even then, Obadiah refused to give up.
Eyes bulging with rage, he shifted a shoulder launcher, aiming directly at Cyborg.
"Watch out!"
Pepper, watching from nearby, cried out involuntarily.
Tony's expression darkened.
But he noticed something—Batman beside him didn't budge. He seemed utterly confident in Cyborg, with no intention of interfering.
Aren't they teammates?The thought barely surfaced when—
Clack!
The missile was just about to fire.
Then—
Before Tony and Pepper's stunned eyes—
In a flash of motion, Cyborg rammed a clenched metal fist straight into the launcher.
BOOOOOM!!
The missile exploded inside the tube. A massive fireball engulfed both suits as shards of metal blasted in all directions.
Because the chest armor had already been torn open, the blast wave and flames surged straight into Iron Monger's interior. Amid the roar, they could even hear Obadiah's agonized scream.
A moment later, a figure shot out of the flames unharmed.
Cyborg.
"It's over."
He nodded toward Batman. Jets roared beneath his feet as he shot into the sky and disappeared into the night.
"He just… left?"
Tony was stunned.
That was way too abrupt!
He'd been saved by Cyborg, and he hadn't even had the chance to thank him.
I have money!
And even aside from money—couldn't they at least talk tech?
Tony, who was extremely interested in Cyborg's technology, helplessly turned toward Batman.
At least this guy was still here.
"Tony, we'll meet again."
Batman met his gaze, said one sentence, and—without any intention of chatting further—slipped into the darkness. In the blink of an eye, he vanished just as completely as Cyborg.
You left too?
Then why come at all? Wasn't Cyborg enough?
Were you just here to spectate?!
Tony stood there in disarray, looking down at his own battered state, utterly speechless.
Moments later—
Police sirens wailed in the distance.
The NYPD Special Task Force, led by George Stacy, finally arrived.
And beside him—were the four turtles.
But the moment they rushed onto the scene, they found Tony Stark in a shredded suit of armor, staring blankly at the charred remains of Iron Monger—and the scorched corpse inside.
"Tony!"
George, who had been about to get off his shift when the alarm came in, rushed over—and realized something shocking.
They were late again!
Another free cleanup job!
"What?"
The four young turtles looked around at the wrecked battlefield—the overturned and burning cars, the cracked asphalt, the massive crater…
They all exchanged looks.
Michelangelo broke down on the spot, on the verge of tears.
"Why are we late AGAIN?!"
"Why is it so hard to complete a mission from start to finish?!"
…
George turned toward Tony, about to ask a question, when another black car pulled up—ignoring the police barricade entirely—and stopped in front of them.
"Who are you?"
George frowned. Who dared act this rudely?
Before the thought finished, a one-eyed Black man stepped out from the driver's seat, followed by a man whose hairline was… impressive.
A man and woman stepped out from the back.
"Chief Stacy, we're taking over from here."
Nick Fury flashed his credentials, calm but unmistakably commanding.
"Please have the NYPD secure the perimeter."
"S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
George's frown deepened. Finally, he snorted and signaled to his officers and the turtles.
"Don't come over. Keep the perimeter sealed!"
Across the way—
Coulson approached Tony and Pepper.
"Mr. Stark, Miss Potts—I believe now we can finally have a proper conversation."
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