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Chapter 127 The Fright of the Arena (Please Subscribe!)
iron Man!iron Man!iron Man!
The cheers rang out like thunder, detonating the frenzied atmosphere in the racetrack.

The racing cars roared and galloped fast in the arena, attracting pairs of eyes.

And in the midst of everyone's attention, a figure in orange overalls walked onto the track.

"Who is that! Is he crazy?"

"It's a lunatic!"

"Who is it! Die!"

"Don't kill us if you want to die!"

This behavior seemed to be courting death, and the audience shouted, questioned and cursed one after another.

There is no doubt that this person's behavior will affect the game, and it may even end their long-awaited game.

You know, they all paid a lot of money to come in and watch the racing cars and Iron Man.

In this case, it would be strange for them to have a good impression of that person.

"Ah!"

Hearing those cries, Ivan Vanke smiled lightly, stretched out his hand and tore off the work clothes on his body, revealing the ugly steel covering his upper body like an exoskeleton, flicking his hands lightly, two special whips Hanging on the side.

The next second, Ivan Vanke pressed the switch, and the two whips flashed with lightning, and the reactor on his chest also lit up.

Before the scolding audience could figure out the situation, Ivan Vanke swung his whip at the racing car approaching him.

"Whoosh!"

The fierce electric current rubs against the air, like an indestructible sword, easily splitting the racing car into two.

The cut chariot rolled over from both sides of Ivan Vanke's body, and the shattered parts were flying in the air. The violent explosion exploded a ball of flames, and Ivan Vanke stood there with a serious face. On the ground, watching the staff who wanted to expel him leave in panic, and watching the audience panic, slowly raised the corners of their mouths.

It's that feeling, the feeling of being in the spotlight, of having everyone's eyes on you.

He finally felt what Tony Stark felt like.

Really good!
Raising his hands slightly, the electric whips in his hands were like the baton in Ivan Vanke's hands, mobilizing everyone's emotions.

In the next second, the electric whip was swung down again, and the second car was divided into two halves from the center amidst the exclamation, bringing everyone's emotions to the highest point of tension or fear.

And the next third car is No. 1!
Tony Stark's No. 1 car!
"Heh!" Ivan Vanke raised the corner of his mouth and slowly raised the electric whip in his hand.

Although when he stood on the field, Tony Stark was about to face doubts one after another, and with this whip, everything would have results.

Watching this scene, the three symbiotes hiding in the crowd squeezed through the crowd, and when they were about to transform and rush out, they stopped suddenly. They noticed something, so they decided to wait and see.

The number one car was getting closer and closer, and Ivan Vanke could even see Tony Stark inside the car.

And just when he raised the electric whip in his hand...

Whoosh!Whoosh!
Two shark-like dorsal fins quickly slid across the ground.

"what?"

Ivan Vanke screamed secretly, and the next moment, when he saw the shark dorsal fin-like thing, which easily cut some car fragments on the ground in half, and slammed into the No. 1 car, he screamed.

"he's mine!"

Ivan Vanke sprinted for a few steps, and swung the electric whip in his hand vigorously.

"Snapped!"

Two soft sounds, the scorching electric current landed on the two dorsal fins amidst crackling noises, leaving a deep mark, and at the same time, piercing screams sounded, and the monster with limbs jumped up from the ground, After jumping high, he dived into the water again, changed his direction slightly, and quickly passed the No. [-] car.

"Bah!"

Amid the cracking sound, the wheel of the No. [-] car was easily cut off, while Tony Stark, who was sitting in the car, rushed into the buffer zone with the spinning car, and hit the guardrail with a 'bang'.

Ivan Vanke was slightly taken aback, and quickly walked towards the racing car with a look of joy on his face.

He must kill Tony Stark with his own hands.

At this moment, the door of the racing car opened, and a figure in a racing suit jumped out of the racing car with a helmet on. He looked at Ivan Vanke coldly, as if he was not affected by the impact at all.

At this moment, a van like a mad cow rushed in and blocked between Ivan Vanke and Tony Stark. After the side door opened, Tony Stark jumped onto the truck.

Watching this scene, as if watching a real movie, all the audience, after a slight start, let out a cheer and shouted for Tony Stark.

In their view, this is the preparation that Iron Man has made long ago, and they are looking forward to what will happen next.

Tony Stark in a racing suit got into the truck, two bright lights lit up in the darkness, and Tony Stark's voice sounded from the opposite side.

"Thank you, Mr. Agent! Leave it to me!"

The man in the racing suit nodded and took off his helmet.

It was a tough man with a cold face and sharp eyes. He was an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., Hawkeye Clinton Barton.

After getting the news from Natasha, he went to Monaco with Nick Fury. After finding Tony, he discussed with him a simple plan for a substitute.

"Gentlemen! That lightning whip is coming!"

After seeing Ivan Vanke's actions from the rearview mirror, Harpy, the truck driver, reminded him loudly.

As soon as the words fell, a flashing whip cracked, and a huge opening was opened in the compartment of the van truck, and the sunlight squeezed in.

Hawkeye shifted his footsteps and hid in the darkness again.

Tony sneered, and said, "Happy, you take this Mr. Agent away first!"

"Ok!"

Happy, who had long wanted to leave this dangerous zone quickly, responded, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed out of the arena.

Ivan Vanke spat out the toothpick in his mouth, and swung his whip at the racing car with sullen eyes.

This time... tires!

"boom!"

At this moment, with a bang, a golden-red figure flew out of the car, grabbed Ivan Vanke's electric whip, pulled it up slightly and threw it out.

The conspicuous golden-red coating, the flame-spraying feet, and the mechanical body.

Iron Man, Tony Stark!
There was a silence on the racing car, and the next moment, as if it had been discussed, the deafening shouts sounded again.

iron Man!iron Man!iron Man!
Ivan Vanke struggled to get up from the ground, spat at Tony who was standing not far from him, pressed the reactor on his chest, and the electric whip in his hand lit up again.

Looking at the reactor on the opponent's chest, Tony's eyes narrowed slightly.

(End of this chapter)