"Cowards! What're you scared of? He's just a man—take everything!"
The Ten Rings leader shouted, firing his gun wildly, his fear thinly masked by his desperate anger. He knew the consequences if this mission failed would be catastrophic, so he pushed himself and his men to attack Ryuuto and Tony with reckless abandon.
"Boss! That kid is insane! He dodges every bullet! And that giant snake… it's eating us alive! Many of us can't even keep it together!"
"Then die! Worthless trash!"
The leader's cold, murderous glare froze the subordinate mid-sentence. One shot later, blood splattered across his face—fueling the leader's frenzy.
"Listen up! You're Ten Rings! Capture that kid alive if you can, and Iron Man too! Fail, and none of you walk away!"
He raised his pistol, aiming at Ryuuto as he tore through his ranks.
Then… nothing.
A ripple of fear froze the leader. His body locked in mid-air.
Dust Escape! Original World-Stripping Technique!
Ryuuto had arrived.
The streets were carnage—innocents and criminals alike caught in the chaos. Pregnant women, the elderly, civilians… all victims of Ten Rings' madness. Ryuuto's blood boiled. This was beyond his bottom line. These monsters weren't humans—they were scum. Death for them wasn't mercy; it was justice.
Without hesitation, he clenched his hands, and the Ten Rings leader disintegrated into nothing but scattered atoms.
But the fight wasn't over.
Rockets screamed, bullets whizzed, and Tony—armored but battered—continued firing, pushing back enemies with whatever energy he had left. Yet blood only fueled the terrorists' madness. Some even detonated bombs on themselves, turning the streets into a nightmare of fire and screams.
Even Ten Thousand Snakes was losing scales in the chaos. The carnage was relentless.
"Hehe… Iron Man, didn't expect you to survive this long!"
A grotesque laugh split the air.
A hulking figure slammed into the battlefield, eyes glowing red. Waves of energy rippled outward, threatening to crush everything.
"Obadiah! It's you!?" Tony growled, anger mixing with disbelief. The man had sunk into total madness, sacrificing countless innocents for his selfish schemes.
"Hahaha! Tony, your precious armor means nothing! Die!"
Obadiah charged, red light blazing, eager to finish Tony.
But suddenly—
Rasengan!
Ryuuto appeared at lightning speed, spinning chakra into a perfect sphere, intercepting the attack aimed for Tony. The aurora of destruction dissolved instantly.
"Thanks, Ryuuto!" Tony shouted.
"No, we're friends," Ryuuto replied with a grin, patting Tony's shoulder. Then his gaze sharpened, slicing cold toward the monstrous Obadiah.
"Iron Man, you handle the remaining Ten Rings with Ten Thousand Snakes. I'll deal with this guy myself."
"Be careful!" Tony warned, his energy nearly spent, before diving back into the firefight.
Obadiah smirked, thinking Tony had become prey. But before he could strike, a blur appeared—faster than the eye could follow.
"Idiot… your opponent is me!"
Silent Homicide!
Ryuuto materialized before Obadiah in a flash. With a single, dazzling strike of his beheading knife, the crazed mutant's head was under deadly precision. Sparks flew as the blade clashed against Obadiah's mechanical arm, leaving deep, jagged cracks in the alloy.
Both leapt back simultaneously. Ryuuto's knife traced a graceful arc through the air.
"You… are Ryuuto!?"
Obadiah's glare turned murderous. His perfect mechanical arm now bore ugly cracks from a single strike. Rage surged through him—how could a single human, one with the audacity to be called Ryuuto, inflict this much damage? He had spent years building his ultimate weapon… only to be humiliated on the first strike.