Bant extended his arm like a gun. Iron Man visibly twitched, a brief electrical sound emitted from the suit, and the light on his helmet dimmed after flickering out.

“Thud!”

The heavy armor collapsed to the ground, and a small crack appeared on the glowing blue reactor, as if it had been struck with a pickaxe.

“Sir, the reactor is damaged; energy leakage detected.”

Through the armor, Bant could hear Jarvis's voice. Without Jarvis needing to say it, Tony knew the severity of the situation even better!

This reactor was not just the armor’s power source; it was his lifeline!

It was embedded in Tony’s chest, relying on the energy provided by the reactor to maintain the electromagnet that held the tiny shrapnel in his body at bay, preventing them from flowing into his heart through the bloodstream.

Bant's powerful strike shattered the reactor's casing, effectively hitting Iron Man's vital point.

Though only superficial cracks appeared, which wouldn’t let all the energy leak out or stop the reactor from functioning, the leakage of palladium within the reactor would be very serious under these circumstances!

In just a few seconds, Tony’s palladium poisoning symptoms had significantly worsened!

Seeing this, Jarvis unhesitatingly reduced the reactor's operating speed, ensuring it could only sustain Tony's normal life functions, hoping to slow the rate of palladium poisoning this way.

“Calling Ms. Potts for you.”

“Don’t!”

Tony, fighting off the nausea and dizziness from the palladium poisoning, cut off Jarvis's call without hesitation.

He still had no idea what Bant was or what his intentions were, nor how he could endanger Pepper!

“Let’s see how much time you have left, Tony Stark.” Bant retaliated, and at this point, he had no intention of continuing to fight.

Killing Iron Man wouldn’t benefit him, but—his gaze fell on the Mark III armor, sizing it up for a few seconds—this thing had research value.

‘Maybe Little Hero could figure something out.’

Thinking this, Bant moved without hesitation; he planned to dismantle Tony’s armor into parts and take it away!

Most travelers who crossed into the Marvel universe often ended up stealing something after gaining abilities, and the unfortunate victims were usually the pathetic, thin wallets of street thugs. But for Bant, it was Iron Man who was suffering.

But it was also his own doing.

After all, this guy was trying to capture Bant to take him back for dissection and study!

Bant was just taking one piece of armor; it wasn’t a big deal.

Without further ado, his hands were already a blur, and in an instant, he removed one of Iron Man's arms.

“What are you trying to do?” Tony shouted nervously.

After the armor shut down, his field of vision was quite limited; like a suited figure, he could only see through a narrow slit, but he could feel one of his arms had lost the armor's protection, exposed to the air.

This made him very anxious and scared; he felt like a can waiting to be opened…

“Time is money, Tony. You’ve wasted several minutes of my time; I have to make up for my losses.” Bant violently dismantled the armor and quickly flipped off Tony's helmet.

In an instant, a nauseating, sour smell hit him.

“Oh!” Bant felt the air before him change color; he leaned back, trying to avoid the foul smell. “Did you throw up inside the armor? That’s super gross!”

A can is a can, just didn’t expect it to be herring.

He looked at the steel mask he had just removed, feeling like he had opened a jar of chili sauce but ended up with greasy hands, wanting to throw it away but feeling a bit reluctant.

After all, this was a large action figure, and it was one that could move!

So he shook it vigorously and flung the disgusting vomit back at Tony’s face.

Tony took a deep breath, his face turning pale; even his hair was wet.

“Who do you think is responsible for this?”

“Of course, it’s you! Remember, I warned you not to meddle!” Bant said, speeding up the disassembly of the armor. “I need to wash this thing a hundred times and use a whole bottle of detergent!”

“I have a better suggestion—don’t touch it.”

“Shut up!”

Bant took the opportunity to punch him.

In less than half a minute, he completely dismantled the armor. Now, he was carrying a huge pile of parts that were as tall as he was, cheerfully saying goodbye to Tony.

“I suggest you call your little girlfriend; otherwise, you’ll have to walk back to Stark Tower.” Bant kindly reminded him, “And the next day, you’ll be on the front page of every news outlet looking like this.”

After saying this, Bant directly left with the disassembled armor.

Interestingly, the Fast Flash Star seemed to have some sort of force field ability; despite the many parts, and his incredible speed, not a single screw fell due to wind resistance or inertia.

“Wait, Fast Flash Star indeed has a force field-like ability; otherwise, every person he saves would be cut in half by his speed. But it shouldn’t be this powerful!”

Bant quickly realized.

“Unless Fast Flash Star gained a bit of Spider-Man’s ability, using bioelectricity to attract those small parts together!”

Thinking of this, Bant immediately became excited.

Could he stack Spider-Man's abilities after transforming into an alien hero?

That was so cool!

But so far, this was just Bant’s guess; at least during the fight with Tony, his spider-sense hadn’t triggered.

Bant quickly checked whether there was a tracking device inside the armor.

The Fast Flash Star had the speed to try millions of password combinations in just a few seconds, and he completed a thorough check of the armor in less than a second.

As expected, he found a small tracker.

After destroying the tracker, he hid the armor.

There was no rush to study the Mark armor; after all, he would have to wait until he transformed into Little Hero before that.

Right now, the most important thing for him was to return to school.

He spent another ten seconds, easily and comfortably arriving at school, avoiding every camera that could spot him, spending a long few seconds in the bathroom, and finally transforming back into his original self in a flash of red light.

Just at that moment, the school bell rang, and Bant rushed into the classroom just in time.

“Very good, you made it on time!”

“Not at all, Bant Parker!” The homeroom teacher had a stern look on his face, standing on the podium with a sideways glare, expressionless as he raised his arm. “You’re late!”

So, why does the Fast Flash Star always arrive late?