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**Chapter 41: Tony's Victory**
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
I am Pietro Maximoff, raised in a Gypsy family, living with my twin sister, Wanda Maximoff.
The Maximoff surname came from that Gypsy family. They were very kind, adopting us when we were infants and carefully raising us to adulthood.
When I was a teenager, I suddenly discovered I possessed speed far beyond ordinary people, and I could run faster and faster. At the time, I didn't even know how fast I could run. After my adoptive parents found out, they sternly warned me not to display my speed to outsiders. I overheard their conversation; my adoptive parents talked about "Mutants" and similar terms.
During that period, news of a villain flooded televisions and newspapers. That villain was the world's greatest terrorist; people feared and cursed him. People referred to that villain and his followers as "Mutants" and the "Brotherhood of Mutants."
I later learned the villain's name; the public called him Magneto.
Until a few years ago, that villain called Magneto came knocking. It was a nightmare; we said goodbye to our peaceful lives. Without any reason or explanation, Magneto forcibly abducted my sister and me, and we've been with him ever since.
Under his thumb, we underwent rigorous training every day. That villain said he would maximize our potential, training us into the strongest warriors.
My speed grew faster and faster; no one could catch me. I gradually realized that I, too, was a member of the "Mutant" group. There was nothing bad about it; I had power, and no one dared to bully me. The people who used to bully me, I ran thousands of miles back to beat them up one by one. They probably still don't know what happened.
I even fought with another Mutant Faction. In just a flash, I could tie them up and throw them into another city, making them frantically search for me after every battle, asking which city I'd dumped their people in this time.
I was very happy and proud, always feeling a tremendous sense of glory, something impossible for me before. I was proud to be a Mutant.
But I always held a deep fear of that villain; I was no match for him. My sister Wanda, on the other hand, always felt a sense of closeness with him.
Until the truth came out, or what we *thought* was the truth, that villain neither admitted nor denied it.
Then he sent me out to find someone named Tony. There was no reason; he just told me to go.
I met the person. How should I put it? My first impression was... quite annoying...
...
Countless fists slammed into Tony, battering him mercilessly. His body was sent flying into the air, repeatedly struck by punches and kicks from unseen directions, as if he were being violently pulled apart by some immense force, soaring back and forth through the air.
In just a flash, Pietro, with his exaggerated speed, could land several punches on Tony simultaneously from both front and back. Don't think a Speedster's punch is as easy to take as an ordinary person's; aided by acceleration, even a casual punch can deliver tons of force. Their ordinary fists and feet are the best weapons for Speedsters like them.
When a Speedster like Pietro runs, he moves at several or even dozens of times the speed of sound. This demands a powerful physique, otherwise, he would have exploded long ago while breaking the Sound Barrier.
Not to mention, he was careful to dodge the debris on the ground while running, yet still moved with effortless grace.
Tony's entire Little Transformer Armor, which had been forged and refined countless times by Tony using the Allspark, was now mostly ruined under Quicksilver's seemingly ordinary punches and kicks.
A Speedster, terrifying to this extent!
Tony gritted his teeth, haphazardly firing a few shots, but it was useless. His movements, in Pietro's eyes, were played back countless times in slow motion. Tony silently endured the assault; his Armor was constantly being damaged. If he didn't come up with a solution soon, his Armor would be obliterated, and he would be forced to face Pietro with only his flesh and blood, which would undoubtedly be a disaster.
Pietro felt a surge of exhilaration, his anger mostly dissipated. Although he didn't know why this guy seemed to know so much about him—could Erik, that old geezer, have told Tony? But why would that old geezer acknowledge a connection to outsiders, yet remain silent to him and his sister?
As Pietro pondered, he spontaneously filled in the blanks, and his anger quietly vanished. Instead, a hint of smugness arose from the misunderstanding; this guy actually seemed a tiny bit more agreeable... just a tiny bit.
His Speed Powers weren't just limited to movement; his thinking speed far surpassed normal human imagination. Brain activities like learning and thinking were also manifestations of his Speed Powers.
The Flash of the future would be the same; Speedsters, in some respects, were practically using cheats, completely defying logic.
"You damned cheaters, you accursed Speedsters, don't let me get my hands on you!"
Tony utterly loathed these speed-abusing guys, and even developed a massive grudge against the quiet, unknown kid, Barry Allen, who was still far away in Central City.
Barry, currently doing his homework and researching a new case given to him by the Gotham City Police Department, suddenly shivered, a strange chill rising from his spine.
"Am I getting a cold?" Barry muttered to himself, feeling bewildered. "Dr. Wells' Particle Accelerator is almost ready to open; I need to prepare quickly and definitely not miss it."
Tony was beaten terribly, and now he was desperate. If this continued, he'd surely be beaten to death. He couldn't care less now, resolving to go all out against Pietro, even if it meant mutual destruction.
Quicksilver was never good-tempered; he was notoriously arrogant. If Tony didn't take this chance to beat him into submission, he'd probably be scorned by this guy for life, without even a chance for a normal conversation.
Optimus Prime and five other Transformers quietly aimed their muzzles, their Killing Intent locked onto Tony himself. With just this simple action, another piece of Tony's Armor was damaged.
"Damn you, Pietro! Let me give you a taste of my Italian cannons! If even this doesn't take you down, I concede!" Tony's resentment soared; he was getting frantic. He might as well go all out and take Pietro down with him.
Under Tony's control, the five Transformers mobilized all their resources for output, no longer concerned with defense. The power of countless cannon fire was upgraded to the extreme, directly targeting Tony himself for a large-scale bombardment!
Boom! Boom! RUMBLE!
Optimus Prime and the others went completely berserk, unleashing every weapon they had on their creator. Some carried rocket launchers for bombardment, while others assembled an array of Gatling gun barrels, spewing out a dense barrage of bullets, determined not to miss a single blind spot around Tony's body!
Madman! Idiot! Are you insane?!
Pietro was utterly terrified, cursing loudly. He had never seen anyone like this! What the hell was this? He only hit him a few times! Was it really necessary?! How much hatred could there be to go so crazy that he'd even attack himself!!!
Amidst the barrages of cannon fire, the pristine asphalt road was utterly pulverized, dust flying everywhere, kicking up sand barriers dozens of feet high.
"Enough, enough! Stop, I give up!"
Pietro shouted, his figure staggering. It wasn't easy to dodge such a massive, interwoven net of firepower and widespread rocket bombardments. His clothes were disheveled, and even a corner of his garment was ripped by a bullet. For a Speedster like him, this was truly astonishing, an unprecedented experience.
He stopped, stepping right onto a corpse, and couldn't hold it in anymore, retching violently.
"Good that you concede; I should have beaten you into submission long ago!"
The cannon fire immediately ceased. Tony wasn't dead; he laughed heartily, finally having subdued a Speedster. His heart felt thoroughly pleased.
The Man in Glasses was completely dumbfounded. He stared blankly at Tony, his worldview shattered.
Tony was currently sitting on the ground, bruised and swollen with cramping legs, his Armor missing pieces. He was practically unrecognizable as a human being. Smoke billowed around him, and the ground was littered with bullet casings and fragments of Armor that had fallen from his body. More than half his hair and eyebrows were burnt off, and what remained was withered and limp, making him look like a miserable refugee. It was truly pathetic.
(end of chapter)
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
I am Pietro Maximoff, raised in a Gypsy family, living with my twin sister, Wanda Maximoff.
The Maximoff surname came from that Gypsy family. They were very kind, adopting us when we were infants and carefully raising us to adulthood.
When I was a teenager, I suddenly discovered I possessed speed far beyond ordinary people, and I could run faster and faster. At the time, I didn't even know how fast I could run. After my adoptive parents found out, they sternly warned me not to display my speed to outsiders. I overheard their conversation; my adoptive parents talked about "Mutants" and similar terms.
During that period, news of a villain flooded televisions and newspapers. That villain was the world's greatest terrorist; people feared and cursed him. People referred to that villain and his followers as "Mutants" and the "Brotherhood of Mutants."
I later learned the villain's name; the public called him Magneto.
Until a few years ago, that villain called Magneto came knocking. It was a nightmare; we said goodbye to our peaceful lives. Without any reason or explanation, Magneto forcibly abducted my sister and me, and we've been with him ever since.
Under his thumb, we underwent rigorous training every day. That villain said he would maximize our potential, training us into the strongest warriors.
My speed grew faster and faster; no one could catch me. I gradually realized that I, too, was a member of the "Mutant" group. There was nothing bad about it; I had power, and no one dared to bully me. The people who used to bully me, I ran thousands of miles back to beat them up one by one. They probably still don't know what happened.
I even fought with another Mutant Faction. In just a flash, I could tie them up and throw them into another city, making them frantically search for me after every battle, asking which city I'd dumped their people in this time.
I was very happy and proud, always feeling a tremendous sense of glory, something impossible for me before. I was proud to be a Mutant.
But I always held a deep fear of that villain; I was no match for him. My sister Wanda, on the other hand, always felt a sense of closeness with him.
Until the truth came out, or what we *thought* was the truth, that villain neither admitted nor denied it.
Then he sent me out to find someone named Tony. There was no reason; he just told me to go.
I met the person. How should I put it? My first impression was... quite annoying...
...
Countless fists slammed into Tony, battering him mercilessly. His body was sent flying into the air, repeatedly struck by punches and kicks from unseen directions, as if he were being violently pulled apart by some immense force, soaring back and forth through the air.
In just a flash, Pietro, with his exaggerated speed, could land several punches on Tony simultaneously from both front and back. Don't think a Speedster's punch is as easy to take as an ordinary person's; aided by acceleration, even a casual punch can deliver tons of force. Their ordinary fists and feet are the best weapons for Speedsters like them.
When a Speedster like Pietro runs, he moves at several or even dozens of times the speed of sound. This demands a powerful physique, otherwise, he would have exploded long ago while breaking the Sound Barrier.
Not to mention, he was careful to dodge the debris on the ground while running, yet still moved with effortless grace.
Tony's entire Little Transformer Armor, which had been forged and refined countless times by Tony using the Allspark, was now mostly ruined under Quicksilver's seemingly ordinary punches and kicks.
A Speedster, terrifying to this extent!
Tony gritted his teeth, haphazardly firing a few shots, but it was useless. His movements, in Pietro's eyes, were played back countless times in slow motion. Tony silently endured the assault; his Armor was constantly being damaged. If he didn't come up with a solution soon, his Armor would be obliterated, and he would be forced to face Pietro with only his flesh and blood, which would undoubtedly be a disaster.
Pietro felt a surge of exhilaration, his anger mostly dissipated. Although he didn't know why this guy seemed to know so much about him—could Erik, that old geezer, have told Tony? But why would that old geezer acknowledge a connection to outsiders, yet remain silent to him and his sister?
As Pietro pondered, he spontaneously filled in the blanks, and his anger quietly vanished. Instead, a hint of smugness arose from the misunderstanding; this guy actually seemed a tiny bit more agreeable... just a tiny bit.
His Speed Powers weren't just limited to movement; his thinking speed far surpassed normal human imagination. Brain activities like learning and thinking were also manifestations of his Speed Powers.
The Flash of the future would be the same; Speedsters, in some respects, were practically using cheats, completely defying logic.
"You damned cheaters, you accursed Speedsters, don't let me get my hands on you!"
Tony utterly loathed these speed-abusing guys, and even developed a massive grudge against the quiet, unknown kid, Barry Allen, who was still far away in Central City.
Barry, currently doing his homework and researching a new case given to him by the Gotham City Police Department, suddenly shivered, a strange chill rising from his spine.
"Am I getting a cold?" Barry muttered to himself, feeling bewildered. "Dr. Wells' Particle Accelerator is almost ready to open; I need to prepare quickly and definitely not miss it."
Tony was beaten terribly, and now he was desperate. If this continued, he'd surely be beaten to death. He couldn't care less now, resolving to go all out against Pietro, even if it meant mutual destruction.
Quicksilver was never good-tempered; he was notoriously arrogant. If Tony didn't take this chance to beat him into submission, he'd probably be scorned by this guy for life, without even a chance for a normal conversation.
Optimus Prime and five other Transformers quietly aimed their muzzles, their Killing Intent locked onto Tony himself. With just this simple action, another piece of Tony's Armor was damaged.
"Damn you, Pietro! Let me give you a taste of my Italian cannons! If even this doesn't take you down, I concede!" Tony's resentment soared; he was getting frantic. He might as well go all out and take Pietro down with him.
Under Tony's control, the five Transformers mobilized all their resources for output, no longer concerned with defense. The power of countless cannon fire was upgraded to the extreme, directly targeting Tony himself for a large-scale bombardment!
Boom! Boom! RUMBLE!
Optimus Prime and the others went completely berserk, unleashing every weapon they had on their creator. Some carried rocket launchers for bombardment, while others assembled an array of Gatling gun barrels, spewing out a dense barrage of bullets, determined not to miss a single blind spot around Tony's body!
Madman! Idiot! Are you insane?!
Pietro was utterly terrified, cursing loudly. He had never seen anyone like this! What the hell was this? He only hit him a few times! Was it really necessary?! How much hatred could there be to go so crazy that he'd even attack himself!!!
Amidst the barrages of cannon fire, the pristine asphalt road was utterly pulverized, dust flying everywhere, kicking up sand barriers dozens of feet high.
"Enough, enough! Stop, I give up!"
Pietro shouted, his figure staggering. It wasn't easy to dodge such a massive, interwoven net of firepower and widespread rocket bombardments. His clothes were disheveled, and even a corner of his garment was ripped by a bullet. For a Speedster like him, this was truly astonishing, an unprecedented experience.
He stopped, stepping right onto a corpse, and couldn't hold it in anymore, retching violently.
"Good that you concede; I should have beaten you into submission long ago!"
The cannon fire immediately ceased. Tony wasn't dead; he laughed heartily, finally having subdued a Speedster. His heart felt thoroughly pleased.
The Man in Glasses was completely dumbfounded. He stared blankly at Tony, his worldview shattered.
Tony was currently sitting on the ground, bruised and swollen with cramping legs, his Armor missing pieces. He was practically unrecognizable as a human being. Smoke billowed around him, and the ground was littered with bullet casings and fragments of Armor that had fallen from his body. More than half his hair and eyebrows were burnt off, and what remained was withered and limp, making him look like a miserable refugee. It was truly pathetic.
(end of chapter)
