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

boom!

Tony's Iron Hammer and Hyperion's fist collided head-on, and the shockwave ripped a layer of Titan's surface off their feet.

The two remained locked in a stalemate for less than half a second.

Hyperion's orange-red eyes suddenly blazed, and his heat vision shot straight out from his pupils, so close that Tony didn't even have time to turn his head.

"teacher!"

Before Jarvis could finish his alarm, a giant green hand slammed down from the side, tilting Hyperion's head to the side by thirty degrees.

Boo!

The thermal vision grazed Tony's shoulder armor and flew out, carving a lava trench hundreds of meters long in the ruins behind him.

Hulk.

The golden flames reignited, the Buddha's seal appeared, and golden light surged within the green pupils.

"You're blocking my way. Purple Sweet Potato just died, and now another blind fool shows up."

Hulk's voice wasn't loud, but every word resonated with the earth.

Hyperion was knocked off balance by the palm strike, but he did not retreat.

He turned his head and looked at Hulk, a hint of curiosity flashing in his orange-red eyes.

"You have some strength."

"A little?" Hulk grinned. "Say that again?"

I said…

Before Hyperion could finish speaking, Hulk had already moved.

"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon!"

Golden images burst forth from behind Hulk, and dragon tattoos detached from his skin, swirling and roaring.

A gigantic golden palm print took shape, radiating a purifying Buddhist light, and struck Hyperion head-on.

Hyperion did not dodge.

He opened his eyes, unleashing his full thermal vision.

The two orange-red beams of light were more than three times thicker than before, and the rocks on Titan vaporized directly where the beams swept.

A golden Buddha's palm met the heat of the eye.

boom!!!

The entire planet Titan was trembling.

The rubble within a radius of several hundred meters was all suspended in the air, and golden and orange-red lights intertwined and collided, with shock waves spreading out in concentric circles.

The Rocket Raccoon in the distance was overturned by the blast wave and rolled several times on the ground.

"I am Groot!"

Groot grabbed the rocket, only managing to steady himself when the tree roots dug into the ground.

"I know it's exaggerated! Stop shouting!"

The Sanskrit characters on the golden Buddha's palm were burning, and the heat vision was melted away inch by inch in the Buddha's light.

However, Hyperion's output continued to climb, the orange-red beam of light grew thicker and thicker, and the speed at which the Buddha's palm advanced visibly slowed down.

The two forces were locked in a stalemate in mid-air.

"Sir, Hulk's energy output is approaching equilibrium with the enemy's," Jarvis reported.

"Near equilibrium? Doesn't that mean we can't win?"

"To be precise, external intervention is needed to break the balance."

"You should have said so earlier."

Tony raised the steel hammer, and dark gold lightning rose up along the handle.

He pushed off with his feet, and the thrusters of his symbiote armor were fully activated. He transformed into a dark golden streak of light, cutting into the battlefield from the flank.

Hyperion's attention was entirely focused on Hulk, and he dared not let go of his heat vision.

That's exactly what Tony wanted.

The steel hammer, imbued with Armament Haki and dark gold lightning, slammed into Hyperion's lower back.

clang!

The clanging of metal made Tony's arm go numb, but Hyperion's body paused for a moment.

The thermal line of sight shifted by a fraction of a degree.

enough.

Hulk's golden palm pressed down, striking Hyperion's chest.

Boom!

Hyperion was ejected into the crust of Titan.

Centered on him, the ground collapsed, creating a giant crater with a radius of 100 meters.

"Beautiful!" Tony landed at the edge of the pit and slammed the hammer into the ground.

Hulk rolled his eyes: "You only landed one more hit, what's so impressive about that?"

"Do you understand tactical last-hitting? That's called precise damage output!"

"That's called stealing kills."

"I'm not stealing kills, I'm creating openings."

The two argued for two seconds, then a noise came from the bottom of the pit.

Rocks flew everywhere, and Hyperion flew out of the pit.

The red cloak was covered in dust, and a crack appeared in the gold sun emblem on the chest.

He touched his chest and looked down at the crack.

"Does it hurt?" Tony tilted his head.

Hyperion didn't answer, but his expression changed.

I used to look down on it.

Now I'm serious.

"You are the first Avengers who are worthy of my serious attention."

Hyperion clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking.

"It would be an honor." Tony spun the steel hammer, dark gold lightning leaping wildly across its surface. "Then stop holding back and unleash your full power."

Hulk cracked his neck, clashed his fists together, and his golden aura surged.

"One punch, one kill."

"Keep bragging." Tony said dismissively, but his feet had already moved to Hulk's diagonal rear, forming a pincer movement.

Hyperion's thermal vision is charging up again.

This time, he didn't just use his eyes.

His entire body began to emit an orange-red glow, and his cloak burned red-hot under the intense heat.

"bring it on."

The three of them moved at the same time.

……

the other side.

The Nighthawk's serrated bracers sliced ​​through the air, flashing with a cold light.

Barton was forced to retreat several steps, and it took him two afterimages with his Moon Step to create distance.

"This is a bit tricky." Barton shook his arm, which had gone numb from the shock; the bow and arrow were useless at this distance.

Nighthawk remained silent, his black cloak billowing as he disappeared into the shadows.

The next second, he darted out from behind Patton's left.

boom!

A fist covered in black flesh and blood slammed down from above, striking Nighthawk's mask.

Click!

Nighthawk was slammed into the ground, his mask shattered in half, revealing his pale face underneath.

Frank withdrew his fist, flexed his fingers, and felt the Blacklight virus wriggling on his skin.

"Your fighting style against Barton was pretty good." Frank looked down at Nighthawk on the ground. "Disrupting the center of gravity, attacking joints in succession, combined with Shadow Strike..."

"That's quite interesting."

Nighthawk flipped and sprang up with astonishing speed, the serrated edges on his wrist guards popping out and slashing at Frank's throat.

Frank did not flash.

Iron block.

The entire body's muscles instantly harden; the simplest and most brutal defensive technique among the Six Styles of the Navy.

The serrated edge struck Frank's neck, the metallic clang sending a shiver down Nighthawk's spine.

"Can't cut it?" Frank asked calmly.

Nighthawk's pupils contracted slightly, and he withdrew his hand and retreated.

But Frank didn't give him any space.

The Blacklight virus extended from the arm, transforming into several fleshy tentacles that wrapped around the Nighthawk's legs.

Swish!

Frank gathered his strength in his right fist and slammed it into Nighthawk's abdomen.

Night Hawk spat out a mouthful of blood and curled up like a shrimp.

Frank let go, letting him fall to the ground.

"I thought you had some kind of money to burn, but it turns out you're just an ordinary person." Frank stood in front of Nighthawk, his face expressionless. "Your fighting skills are indeed not bad, but..."

He crouched down and stared into Nighthawk's eyes.

"Ordinary people without superpowers should not go to this kind of battlefield."

Nighthawk tried to retaliate, but before he could even raise his hand, Frank's knee was already on his chest.

Click.

Two ribs were broken.

Patton leaned against a rock in the distance, watching this scene, and silently put away his bow.

"Well, none of these people can resist stealing kills!"