He was selling gashapon toys in Marvel Studios, and at the beginning, Tony turned into Kuuga.

The red light cast a deathly streak across the corridor.

call out--

Accompanied by a whistle, a rogue raider who had just raised his gun didn't even see where the red light came from before a bloody hole appeared between his eyebrows.

Yondu stood with his hands in his coat pockets, walking at a leisurely pace.

Behind him, Rocket Raccoon carried the assembled heavy cannon, which was even bigger than its own body.

He was chewing gum he'd somehow gotten his hands on, with a look of utter amusement on his face.

"Three on the left, two on the right."

Yondu played a trill.

Yaka's arrow traced a strange, sharp angle in the air, piercing through five enemies hiding behind cover.

"Boring." Rocket spat out his gum. "This lawnmower game has no challenge at all. I thought they could last a few more seconds."

"Don't rush, the main course is yet to come."

Kraglin huddled at the very back, clutching a small pistol tightly in his hand, his voice trembling slightly.

"Electric Shock Face has moved all the heavy firepower to the main control room; it's a meat grinder now."

As they were talking, at the end of the main passage ahead, a heavy isolation door slowly rose.

Dozens of fully armed raiders had already set up their energy machine guns, their dark muzzles pointed in this direction.

"Open fire! Turn them into sieves!"

The ugly face of the electrocuted man appeared on the holographic screen, spitting everywhere.

Da da da!

A barrage of energy projectiles rained down, sending sparks flying from the metal walls on both sides of the corridor.

Yondu's eyes narrowed slightly as he prepared to whistle and activate his Observation Haki to dodge.

Just then, a small figure jumped out of his chest pocket.

"I am Groot!"

Only a tiny sapling, no bigger than the palm of your hand, stood amidst the hail of bullets and let out a soft, childish shout.

The next second, he slammed both hands onto the metal floor.

"Boom!"

The entire mothership trembled violently.

The hard alloy floor cracked, and countless thick brown vines burst forth from the ground like raging dragons.

They defied the laws of physics and grew wildly inside the steel-cast spaceship.

The vines were covered with hard wooden armor, their tips sharp as spears.

"What...what the hell is this?!"

The looters in the front row screamed in terror, but before they could pull the trigger.

It was propelled by the tree roots and sent flying to the ceiling, followed by countless branches that pierced out like a rain of pear blossoms.

puff!puff!puff!

Blood splattered.

The once high-tech spaceship corridor has been transformed into a primeval forest in the blink of an eye.

Dozens of raiders were hung like skewers from huge tree branches, their cries of agony rising and falling, but soon falling silent.

Wood Release: Descent of the Tree World

"Gurgle."

Rocket swallowed hard, looking at Groot, who was standing on the giant tree root, hands on his hips, with a "praise me" expression on his face.

"Just remind me."

Rocket tugged at the hem of Yondu's coat, his voice hoarse.

"Never bully this kid again, and never cut back on his snacks."

Yondu's eyes twitched as he looked at the scene before him, which resembled a painting of hell.

Although his prized Yaka arrows were fast at killing, they were still designed for targeted kills.

This little sapling was quite something; it was wiped out completely with a map-wide attack, leaving not even a whole corpse behind.

"I am Groot!"

"Great, that's fantastic!"

Yondu took a deep breath and stepped over a corpse that was pinned to the ground by a tree branch.

"Let's go to the control room. Don't let this kid's efforts go to waste."

……

The door to the main control room was smashed open by the raging tree roots.

With his face paralyzed from the electric shock, he sat slumped in the command chair, staring at the pitch-black screen, the blaster in his hand trembling as if he were having a Parkinson's attack.

"Monsters...they're all monsters!"

The elite troops were wiped out by a single tree before they even saw the face of that old blue-skinned devil.

Footsteps sounded.

Yondu walked in through the mess, followed by Rocket with a sinister grin and Groot bouncing around.

"Electric shock to the face." Yondu stopped ten meters away. "You just said I'm not fit to be the leader?"

"Yondu!" The man with the electric-faced stunner stood up and raised his gun.

"You coward! You only side with that bastard! The rules of the raiders are that might makes right!"

"That's right." Yondu nodded. "Might makes right."

call out--

A short, sharp whistle rang out.

The Yaka Arrow did not pierce the electric shock face directly, but instead transformed into a red streak of light, piercing through all the fuel delivery pipes and the outer shell of the power core surrounding the main control room.

Zizizi!

Amidst a piercing scraping sound, the arrow collided violently with the metal, sparking dazzling flashes.

The leaked high-energy fuel came into contact with an open flame.

"Are you crazy?!" The electrocuted man's pupils constricted sharply. "You're going to blow up the whole ship!"

"This ship?"

Yondu whistled, retrieved the Yaka arrow, and turned to leave.

"This boat has been riddled with holes by these saplings; it's just scrap metal now."

"and……"

Yondu stopped, turned his head, and his eyes turned cold.

"Instead of leaving this as a coffin for you bunch of scum, I'd rather use it as a big firework and give me a good bang."

Chi Chi Chi!

A violent explosion erupted from the power core, and flames engulfed the main control room.

The roar of the man who had been electrocuted was drowned out by the deafening roar.

……

Inside the cockpit of the escape spacecraft.

Rocket looked at the mothership burning and disintegrating behind him, the firelight reflecting off his hairy face.

"Old Blue Skin, although you're ugly, I have to admit, you are indeed an artist."

The rocket whistled.

"Art my ass."

Yondu sat in the passenger seat, wiping the blood off the Yaka arrow.

"That was to cover the retreat."

"Moreover, this incident taught me a lesson."

Yondu raised his head and looked at Groot.

"The items, spaceships, and weapons in the gashapon machine are all external possessions."

"Only abilities like those of this sapling, or my domineering spirit, are truly my own power."

"Although Leon is a shrewd businessman, the things he sells..." Yondu narrowed his eyes, "can indeed change one's fate."

"I am Groot."

Groot sat in the back row, holding a bag of snacks and eating them with relish.

"Captain, where are we going now?"

Kraglin gripped the joystick and asked cautiously.

"Go find that idiot Quill."

Yondu sheathed the Yaka Arrow and gazed at the deep starry sky.

"That kid got taken away by an old bastard, I have to go and get him back."

"Otherwise, that old bastard would have taken advantage of him!"

……

Meanwhile, in the atrium.

Li Ang sat on the sofa, watching the images on the television, feeling a throbbing headache.

On the left, a giant in red, purple, and silver is striking a standard fighting stance, the color timer on its chest gleaming in the setting sun.

Ultraman Tiga - Steve Rogers.

On the right, a humanoid creature with black and red tentacles wrapped around its body, its muscles bulging to an exaggerated degree, and its "Eight Gates" activated, is letting out a beast-like roar.

Blacklight Virus - Punisher - Frank.

I said…

Li Ang sighed, his voice amplified and carried throughout the entire area.

"Can you two call a truce? The slightest disagreement is enough to send you into civil war..."

"How will you pursue peace after that?"

"Also, can someone tell me what's going on with that monster with an iron body, Saiyan genes, and Hulk genes?"

"In comparison, shouldn't you be worried about Ultron?"