Driven by the formidable kinetic energy of the Mark III, Wilson Fisk was sent flying more than ten meters backward, snapping a factory load-bearing pillar in half along the way.
"You really have no manners, and you shouldn't have locked me in that iron box."
With that, Tony fired another energy blast, flipping Wilson Fisk over as he tried to get back up. The intense heat scorched Wilson Fisk's arms a bright red.
Chapter 37