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

"Dark Thunder!"

Wanda didn't wait for Dr. Spectrum to switch attributes; the dark red card had already flown out of her hand.

The mutated Clow Card exploded in mid-air, and the dark red Razer did not follow the usual trajectory, but instead flowed upstream along the light path of Dr. Spectroradiometer's iridescent prism.

Dr. Spectrum's expression changed, and he quickly twisted his right wrist, attempting to intercept with a blue freezing beam.

late.

The dark lightning flowed directly into the prism through the channel of the blue beam, and the iridescent light flickered violently twice before all seven beams were extinguished.

"What?!" Dr. Spectroscopy looked down at the smoking prism on his wrist. "My prism has been... interfered with?"

Wanda gave him no chance to catch his breath and swung her staff again.

"The Lock of Darkness!"

Dark red chains shot out from the void and bound Dr. Spectrum's legs.

The unique rules of chaotic magic ignore attributes, causing the chains to grip tightly. Dr. Spectroscopy tried to use the prism to release a high-temperature beam to burn them off, but found that the Dark Locks did not operate on a physical level at all.

"It won't burn." Wanda's eyes flashed with a dark red. "This thing is unreasonable."

"Jane! Now!"

Jane turned to look at Darcy, and the two exchanged a glance.

"Darcy, combination attack!"

"Roger!" Darcy raised his hands, and photons from the Slow Fruit shot out from his palms, heading straight for Jane.

Jane did not dodge; instead, her entire body turned into diamond, and the shimmering fruit transformed her body into a perfect reflector.

The moment the slow photon hits the diamond surface, it is perfectly refracted and deflected at a precise angle toward Dr. Spectroscopy in mid-air.

Dr. Spectrum's movements visibly slowed down.

His wrist turned halfway, the prism was charged to one-third, and his whole body seemed to be slowed down.

"This move is called Slow Prism," Darcy shouted from below. "What do you think of my name?"

"The name is awful," Jane muttered, but a smirk played on her lips.

Dr. Spectroscopy struggled in his sluggish state, the iridescent light of the prism slowly returning. His mouth opened and closed, the sound drawn out like a broken tape recorder: "You...all..."

"Natasha!" Wanda shouted.

A white figure swept across the sky.

Natasha stood on the back of the white swan, the rose pattern of the Flower Dream Transformation Device flowing across her arms.

The white-winged swan flapped its wings and rose, circling in a semi-circle before swooping down directly above Dr. Spectrum.

"Dula doula!"

Flower Dream-shaped energy blasts rained down from the sky, while Crazy Diamond simultaneously unleashed its attack, bombarding Doctor Spectrum's shield and shattering it into fragments of light.

In his sluggish state, Dr. Spectrum couldn't even dodge and could only take the hits.

The prism's shield was thinned by shot after shot, and the iridescent light grew dimmer and dimmer.

"The shield is almost gone!" Rocket broadcast live from a distance through his binoculars. "Two more rounds!"

Natasha rode her white swan into the air, preparing for the second round of bombing.

But someone was faster than her.

Gamora used Wanda's Dark Chains as a springboard to leap, and her Heavenly Tyrant physique allowed her muscles to explode to their limit in an instant.

There were no weapons, and no fancy moves.

One punch.

boom!

The fist landed squarely on Dr. Spectrum's face.

The last layer of the Rainbow Prism's shield shattered, and Gamora's punch, piercing through the shield's aftershocks, slammed solidly into Dr. Spectroscopy's nose.

Click!

The sound of bone cracking was clearly audible.

Dr. Spectrum crashed down from the sky, bounced twice on the ground of Titan, and rolled more than ten meters before coming to a stop.

The effects of the slowing hadn't worn off yet; he was so slow at even rolling over on the ground that it was pitiful.

"Tsk tsk?" Rocket clicked his tongue from a distance. "This woman's beating is scarier than that green guy's."

"I am Groot."

"What do you mean it's not nice to hit someone like that? Go tell her!"

Gamora landed, shook the blood off her fist, and glanced back at Wanda.

"The chains can be loosened."

Wanda retrieved the Dark Lock, and Dr. Spectrospoofed himself on the ground, the iridescent light of the prism completely extinguished, and even his fingers were trembling.

"A group...a ​​group of women..."

"Shut up." Natasha jumped off the swan's back, her boot heels landing on his back.

Immediately afterwards, the phantom behind her began to swing its fists.

"Dula doula!"

"The Avengers' girl group won a resounding victory."

Darcy applauded in celebration from behind.

……

the other side.

Frank stood in front of Nighthawk, looking down at his opponent who could no longer stand.

Nighthawk knelt on one knee in the rubble, his left arm dislocated, four ribs broken, and his mask mostly torn, revealing a pale, young face.

His breathing was rapid and shallow, and it was unclear whether the blood on his serrated wristband was his own or someone else's.

"You're a good fighter," Frank said without a hint of sarcasm, "but this level of battlefield isn't for you."

He raised his right hand, and the Blacklight virus crawled and spread from the surface of his arm, condensing into a pitch-black flesh-and-blood blade.

Nighthawk tried to stand up, supporting himself on his knees, but his legs wouldn't obey him, and he knelt down again.

"etc……"

Frank didn't wait.

The blade fell.

Whoosh!

A gray afterimage.

Speed ​​Demon slashed in from the flank at high speed, grabbing Night Hawk's waist with one hand and blocking Frank's blade with the other.

Sparks flew as metal clashed with flesh, and a deep gash appeared on Speed ​​Demon's arm, but it quickly began to heal.

"It's you again." Frank took a half step back, staring coldly at the newcomer.

Speed ​​Demon placed Night Hawk behind him and stretched his neck.

He still bore the marks of his fight with Pietro; his gray bodysuit was torn in several places, but the wounds had all healed.

"Nighthawk, you've utterly disgraced yourself," Speed ​​Demon said without turning his head.

"You're too late." Nighthawk coughed up blood twice, his tone laced with sarcasm.

Speed ​​Demon ignored him and turned to glance at the battlefield.

Hyperion is locked in combat with Tony and Hulk, Doctor Spectrum is being humiliated by a group of women, and Nighthawk is half-dead.

The four-man evil squadron's current record can only be described as appalling.

"We made a mistake." Speed ​​Demon's expression changed, losing its previous frivolity.

"What mistake?" Night Hawk leaned against the rock, panting.

"We shouldn't have confronted them head-on." Speed ​​Demon's gaze swept quickly across the battlefield. "Their direct combat strength is outrageous; each one is more disgusting than the last."

"So what do you want to do?"

"Take care of the weak ones first."

Speed ​​Demon's gaze swept over the crowd, over the smoke and rubble of the battlefield.

Ultimately, it landed on an incongruous figure.

On the edge of the battlefield, an Asian youth was leisurely leaning against a giant rock, holding a glass of iced cola that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, watching the chaotic battle with great interest.

This person didn't make a single move from beginning to end.

There was no armor, no shield, and no energy fluctuations.

"That guy," Speed ​​Demon pointed at Li Ang, "has been watching the show since the fight started, and hasn't even moved from his position."

"He might be a non-combatant..."

"That makes things even easier." The speed demon's lips curled into a smile.

"Taking out a seemingly important non-combatant is much more worthwhile than fighting these monsters."