The one who broke through the floor and rushed into the hall was a set of heavy gray-black armor more than three meters high. Its body was huge and covered with gray-black iron armor. Every joint was roaring like a large engine. Its right hand was equipped with blood-red iron claws, and its five fingers were as sharp as a blade. Its back of its hands to its elbow were covered with various armed accessories.

Its power source obviously comes from the energy core in the chest, and the circular arc reactor is embedded in the armor on the chest, scattering milky white fluorescence.

"Struck?" Michael confirmed the identity of the armor dresser through audio identification. "You are really in good costumes."

Without having to order Shirley had intelligently automatically scanned the reactor in front of her chest, and the structural analysis and energy spectrum were quickly fed back to the screen in front of Michael.

"It's an arc reactor, sir." Shirley reported confidently, "the same power source as Mr. Stark's Iron Man suit, but has many different technical characteristics."

"So this wasn't made by Stark," Michael said, "Let me guess, Ivan Vanke?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the wall behind him broke into a low "boom" sound. The black whip rope broke out like an iron snake, suddenly wrapping up his upper body. The high-voltage current quickly climbed up his armor along the whip rope, and the outer shell made a "crackling" explosion.

The wall collapsed rumblingly, and another heavy set of heavy armor appeared from the flying dust. Its arms were wrapped with long black whips, and blue high-voltage current was circulating on the whip ropes, as if countless small snakes were restless.

The dresser of the armor is undoubtedly Ivan Vanke. This guy seems to have a special complex for weapons like whips. These two high-voltage electric whips can almost be regarded as his business card.

After losing to Iron Man last time, Ivan Vanke once again improved his technology and upgraded his armor. Now his reactor energy supply efficiency has been greatly improved, and the power of the whip rope is no longer the same as that time. In just a blink of an eye, the current left a deep scratch on Michael's armor shell, and electric sparks roared and splashed.

Ivan shook his arms, raised his arms abruptly, lifted Michael's whole body away from the ground with a long whip, and threw it out hard. Michael broke a load-bearing pillar in the waist like a black shell that was fired, and fell to the ground in a pile of dust and debris.

The "drip" sound of damage to the components sounded inside the helmet, and the images in the display flashed due to the influence of high-voltage current.

"The chest armor shell melts through, and the opponent's energy whip is very destructive. We strongly recommend that you not contact each other head-on, sir." Shirley suggested in a calm tone.

"Good proposal," Michael stood up slowly, "I decided to adopt it."

Baron Strack was wearing the pair of "Satan's claws" with his right glove, and his left hand was connected to the sword-shaped energy exciter. He pulled the switch, and the arc-shaped reactor outputted energy. The light blue plasma energy was spit out from the excitation tip, condensed into a thin and slender beam blade, and the high-temperature refracted light emitted from it distorts the space.

Ivan Vanke walked forward and whipped his long whip hard on the ground. The cracks were covered with deep charred cracks. Two huge mechas slowly approached, like two steel peaks.

"You really know how to surprise, Dr. Norton," Baron Strack said gloomyly, "To be honest, no one expected you to do this, and I have not figured out how you did it yet - always one step ahead of us. For confidentiality, all our cadres only know the secrets of their divisions, but you seem to know everything about all the divisions of our entire organization... So you are lucky that I don't plan to kill you until I ask how you did it."

He paused, lifted the plasma lightsaber and said in a more gloomy voice: "But of course it's not as easy as tickling."

Strack stepped forward, and the huge metal sole stomped the floor and the cracks spread like a spider web. He held the blade high, and the lightsaber slashed with a scorching sword mark. Michael floated away lightly, and Ivan Vanke's long energy whip was rolled up again, and the blue static electricity stuck to the flying whip broke through the air.

Although Walgamph von Strack has not personally gone to the front line to actually fight with others for a long time, he is actually a master of swordsmanship. His sword skills are learned in a mixed manner, and his sword moves are cruel and steady. The imitation of muscle fiber power device of heavy armor allows him to dance the lightsaber as light as a swallow, and the interlaced light and shadow are dazzling.

In comparison, although Ivan Vanke is not a martial arts master, he seems to have an amazing talent for the weapon of whip rope. Coupled with the natural advantages of these two long whips, it is quite a threat to attack with Strak in concert.

Michael did not retreat, but simply accelerated and rushed into the circle of sword light and static electricity intertwined. He silently recited spells, and space energy poured into his body, and his physical ability and reflex nerves were strengthened to the extreme. Multiple thrusters of the jet pack spewed out flames in different directions one after another. With the assistance of counter-thrust, his soul swelled and moved flexibly, and circulated between the two people with various actions that humans could not do.

With the enhancement of the spell and the intelligent assistance of the supercomputer, Michael operates the functions of the battle suit as if the extension of his own body, and his mobility has been exerted to the extreme.

After avoiding seven or eight moves in a row, Michael's back thrust suddenly increased his strength. His whole body rose from the ground and jumped high to the top of the two big iron lumps in front of him.

Ivan shook his whip rope, and the black whip was "sizzling" with electric current as he ejaculated. Strak also did not react slowly. The sword light flashed, and the energy blade seemed to turn into a spiral spike and pierced upwards.

Michael flipped his left hand and the surging magic power filled his palm along his arm, transforming into a golden magic circle condensed in his palm, sucking Ivan's whip rope tightly like a suction cup. He waved his right hand back, and the similar magic circle also condensed in his palm, sucking the tip of the sword stabbed by Baron Strak.

Michael moved his hands to the right and left, and the two magic circles turned clockwise in the direction of the two of them, and wrapped the whip rope onto the lightsaber without any effort. The energy of both sides hit each other, and the two arc reactors ran at full speed. The energy poured down the full power of their respective weapons. The majestic energy poured into each other's armor in conflict. The majestic energy turned into a fluctuation visible to the naked eye and stimulated it. The two sets of heavy armor were blown to a "crack" sound at the same time, and Michael's back was spitting out again, and his body was lifted up several meters. He swirled in the air and landed steadily back on the ground.

The violent conflict of energy in the arc reactor bounced the two sets of armor suddenly, and the impact ripples swept across the hall, as if they were about to crush everything within the visible range of the naked eye.

Another load-bearing pillar broke in the middle of the sweeping energy storm, and the ceiling collapsed in overwhelmingly. The Scarlet Witch was waving his heavy head and just saw a large area of ​​collapsed ceiling wrecks at his unconscious brother.

"Petro!"

She screamed in shock, but she was powerless to stop it. Tons of steel and concrete fell straight towards Kuaiyin's head, and it was about to smash him into blood and blood in less than a moment of breath.

However, at this critical moment, Kuaiyin's body in the coma suddenly moved several meters in extreme shape, and he almost escaped from the area hit by the ceiling, like an invisible silk thread that pulled him out. Kuaiyin was pulled all the way to his sister's feet before stopping and moaning twice, as if there were signs of awakening.

The Scarlet Witch was stunned, subconsciously turned around and saw that the black body, which was supposed to be the enemy, was spreading its palms and pointing at this side. The palm was filled with a complicated magic circle in the shape of a disc.

There is no doubt that he rescued Kuaiyin - even though the twin siblings just wanted his life.

The girl was confused: "You..."

"Don't get me wrong." Michael saved the man, then moved his eyes away and faced the enemy. "Your mutated superpowers are very rare, but I just don't want to see such a precious sample and hang up like this casually...that's all."

Then he waved his hand as if he was impatient: "Okay, if it's okay, leave here quickly... unless you want to have another round."

The Scarlet Witch glanced at his back, then raised his brother without saying a word. They turned around, and the brother and sister helped each other out of the hall along the corridor.

(Thanks to book friend Xiaosi for his name, the 5,000 starting point coins rewarded by the book friend Zi and Mo, and the 100 starting point coins rewarded by the book friend Zhenglian Captain!)
Chapter completed!