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The Battle Between Two Mechas
What would a battle between two giant mechas actually look like?
People had seen similar scenes in movies and television countless times, but in reality, this was something completely unprecedented.
Tickets for the martial arts tournament had sold out instantly. Even scalpers were struggling to get their hands on any.
The rights to broadcast the event live had sparked fierce competition among major television networks around the world.
It had to be said—
Tony Stark was truly bold.
Not only did he dare to dream big, but he actually had the ability to make those dreams a reality.
It was difficult to imagine how he had managed to acquire such a massive piece of land in New York, where every square foot was worth a fortune, and then build an arena of this scale.
"Wow! This is the arena? Awesome!"
As soon as Peter Parker entered the stadium, he looked around excitedly while snapping photos with his secondhand camera.
"There are so many people! I can't wait!"
Little Mindy was also looking around with excitement written all over her face.
Most girls her age probably wouldn't have been this enthusiastic.
But Mindy had been heavily influenced by her father since childhood.
Dolls, cute dresses, beautiful skirts—things most girls loved—held absolutely no appeal for her.
Instead, she was fascinated by weapons of every kind.
You could even say her interests were unbelievably unconventional.
As for Dave, the future Kick-Ass, he stood frozen in amazement.
Coming from an ordinary family, the expensive ticket prices had been completely out of his reach. Now tickets couldn't even be purchased from scalpers.
Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined he'd be watching the event live.
And it was all thanks to the Silver Armored War God—Rimuru.
Seeing Rimuru chatting happily with a beautiful woman in a business suit, Dave suddenly became curious.
Something about her seemed familiar.
Then it hit him.
His mouth dropped open.
Wasn't that Pepper Potts, Tony Stark's personal assistant?
Why was she so close to Rimuru?
Hadn't everyone been saying that the Silver Armored War God and Iron Man were fierce rivals?
Rumors really could kill people.
"Big Sister Pepper, these are the friends I told you about."
Rimuru introduced Peter, Mindy, and Dave.
The three greeted Pepper politely.
Pepper responded warmly, making the children feel both honored and slightly overwhelmed.
She had always been exceptionally good at making people feel welcome.
Within minutes, everyone was chatting comfortably.
The seats Pepper had reserved for Rimuru were among the best in the entire arena.
The view was perfect.
The security was impeccable.
Even the electronic equipment inside the luxury suite was top-of-the-line.
Boxes like these were normally reserved for multimillionaires.
Looking around the enormous arena, there weren't many people qualified to sit here.
"Ladies and gentlemen, good evening!"
A male host stepped onto the stage holding a microphone.
His unique accent and charismatic voice instantly captured everyone's attention.
"What will the wars of the future look like?"
"Let's find out together!"
"First, please welcome the creator of revolutionary humanoid armor technology—Tony Stark!"
Bundles of fireworks exploded into the sky.
Although it was still daytime, the colorful bursts illuminated the heavens like stars.
Inside the arena, every massive high-definition display began playing footage of Iron Man soaring through the skies in his Mark armor.
Blue skies.
White clouds.
The sonic boom of the armor tearing through the air.
Explosive background music.
The crowd instantly erupted.
Cheers thundered throughout the stadium.
BOOM!
Tony Stark descended from the sky in his Mark IV armor, landing in the center of the arena in a classic superhero pose.
The impact shook the ground.
The sight struck every spectator directly in the heart.
The applause became deafening.
"Now let us welcome today's challenger—Ivan Vanko!"
The host made an exaggerated presenting gesture while dramatically raising his voice.
Every screen in the arena switched simultaneously to display Ivan Vanko.
Unlike Iron Man's explosive and heroic entrance, Ivan's introduction began inside a small, shabby house.
The overall tone was gray and bleak.
A humble home.
Crude tools.
The sound of hammer strikes.
The flash of welding sparks.
Piece by piece, the crimson armor slowly took shape.
The video told a simple story:
Unlike Tony Stark, who had been born with a golden spoon in his mouth, Ivan Vanko had come from nothing.
This was a battle between an underdog and a billionaire genius.
As the audience watched the Crimson Armor gradually emerge from raw metal, many found themselves emotionally invested.
An underdog's comeback story was universally appealing.
After all, ninety-nine percent of humanity weren't billionaires.
They were ordinary people.
Everyone loved seeing the underdog rise.
Of course, this was a beautiful misunderstanding.
The truth was that Ivan's father had left him everything he needed for revenge.
He wasn't exactly starting from nothing.
BOOM!
Unlike Tony's elegant superhero landing, Ivan's arrival was simple and brutal.
No tricks.
No flashy poses.
No dramatic flair.
He simply dropped straight down.
Like a cannonball.
The impact shattered the specially reinforced arena floor.
Cracks spread outward like a giant spider web.
Nobody thought it looked inferior.
If anything, it felt even more intimidating.
"Rimuru... everything will be okay, right?"
Pepper nervously grabbed Rimuru's hand.
This wasn't a movie.
This was a real battle between armed combat mechas using live weapons.
Nobody knew what might happen.
The Crimson Armor looked frighteningly aggressive.
Its brutal landing alone had left a deep impression on everyone.
Inside the luxury suite, all eyes turned toward Rimuru.
After all, nobody present understood mechas better than her.
Because Rimuru's other identity was the legendary Silver Armored War God.
Rimuru smiled reassuringly.
"Don't worry, Big Sister Pepper."
"The Crimson Armor is at least two generations behind the Mark IV."
"Unless Tony suddenly loses his mind, there's no way he'll lose."
"Really?"
Pepper immediately felt a little calmer.
Hearing those words from Rimuru was strangely comforting.
Just as Rimuru was explaining to Pepper, Peter, Mindy, and Dave exactly how much more advanced the Mark IV was compared to the Crimson Armor—
A whip crackling with powerful electrical energy suddenly appeared in Crimson's hand.
The electric whip lashed forward with terrifying speed.
WHAM!
Tony Stark was sent flying across the arena.
Rimuru: "..."
Pepper: "..."
Peter, Mindy, and Dave: "..."
The entire luxury suite fell silent.
A moment earlier, Rimuru had confidently declared that Tony couldn't possibly lose.
One second later—
Iron Man had been launched through the air like a baseball.
The timing couldn't have been worse.