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

The entire room fell silent for a second.

"You want us to beat up Loki?" Barton asked.

"It's not Loki," Li Ang corrected. "It's the fragment of the evil god inside Loki that wants to destroy the universe."

"The harder you fight, the faster the fel energy will be depleted, and the sooner Loki will recover."

"This isn't about beating up your teammate, it's about saving your teammate."

Thor opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to refute, but there was no logical fault in it.

"The more they fight, the better?"

Frank spoke, his voice calm, but his eyes lit up.

"The more we fight, the better," Li Ang confirmed.

Frank cracked his neck twice.

Barton held the Amber Bow horizontally in front of him, and the purple dragon flames on the bowstring ignited spontaneously without wind.

Wayne took out the Galaxy Spark from his pocket, the blue crystal reflecting the image of the tentacle monster.

Peter Parker looked down at the Chirubas belt around his waist, then looked up at the three-meter-tall tentacled Loki.

"Parker," Tony walked over to him and patted him on the shoulder, "combat experience points are much more valuable than shooting range."

Peter swallowed hard and nodded.

Thor stood there struggling for three seconds before finally reaching out to catch the Chaos Blades that had floated back, the chains wrapping around his forearm three times.

"If my brother wakes up and asks who hit him..." Thor's expression was conflicted. "I wasn't involved."

"You're holding a knife," Fury reminded him.

"Shut up."

The tentacle monster let out a deafening roar, and all thirty tentacles simultaneously rose high and slammed down in the direction of everyone.

The ground cracked, and the shockwave overturned several tables and chairs.

Li Ang's defensive barrier was as stable as a mountain, and he even picked up his orange juice and took a sip.

"Start the fight."

"Transform." Barton pulled the key from his waist.

"Transform." Wayne raised the Galactic Spark.

"Henshin!" Peter tucked the spider jar into his belt.

The three spoke in unison, and were then enveloped in lights of different colors.

"Whoever deals less damage buys us midnight snacks tonight!"

Tony didn't make a move; instead, he smiled and offered a suggestion from behind.

"I'll go first!"

Peter Parker gave no one else time to react, and with a push of his legs, he launched himself forward.

The compound eyes of the Qirubas armor glowed crimson, and the mechanical spider legs on its back spread out.

Peter flicked his hands, and crimson energy webs shot out from all ten fingers simultaneously.

It's not an ordinary spider web.

The moment the threads left my hand, strange purplish-black patterns appeared on their surface, and a pungent, sour smell filled the air.

The destructive toxin of Qilubas.

Ten spider webs spread out in a fan shape, wrapping around the six outermost tentacles of the tentacle monster.

Chi Chi Chi!

The moment the purplish-black carapace on the surface of the tentacles came into contact with the energy spider web, a large amount of white smoke was emitted, and it quickly rotted and dissolved.

The six tentacles simultaneously emitted sharp hisses, frantically thrashing about in an attempt to break free, but only tightened their grip.

"The dissolving speed is three times faster than I expected..."

Harry stood at the edge of the safe zone, his eyes gleaming with excitement, muttering to himself as he calculated something.

The super brain is operating at full capacity.

"The molecular structure of the toxin and the wavelength of the evil god's energy produced a chemical reaction, canceling each other out and corroding each other."

"Parker, veer two degrees to the left; that tentacle has the lowest energy density!"

"receive!"

Peter flipped in mid-air and fired a precise web with his right hand, entangling the seventh tentacle as well.

But he deliberately avoided the torso of the tentacle monster, below which was Loki's body.

"Quite sensible," Li Ang commented, holding a glass of orange juice.

The tentacle monster felt the pain, and all twenty-odd tentacles slammed towards Peter.

Peter hung upside down from the ceiling, his mechanical spider legs moving rapidly with a crackling sound, managing to avoid being touched by a single one.

"Aww! This feels so good!"

Peter shouted excitedly, dodging and shooting at the net, making it look like a huge red and black spider dancing disco on the ceiling.

"Parker! Are you fighting or doing square dancing?" Tony covered his face.

"Get out of the way."

Two cold words came from the flank, and a silver-blue light shone.

The life-sized Ultraman Ginga strode forward without making any unnecessary movements.

The blue crystal on the crown shone brightly, and her arms crossed in front of her chest before suddenly opening wide.

"Milky Way Cross Rays"

A thick beam of blue-white light shot out from between the crossed arms and struck the tentacle monster squarely in the front.

The moment the beam of light touched the purplish-black armor, the entire training ground became so bright that everyone could not open their eyes.

That was the pure power of light.

Grimd's fel energy is dark, cold, and corrosive.

But the light of the Milky Way is precisely its nemesis.

Hiss!

A reaction more violent than Peter's venomous spider web.

The purplish-black carapace on the tentacled monster's chest cracked extensively under the blue-white beam of light, revealing Loki's original skin color through the cracks.

The evil energy is being stripped away and purified layer by layer.

The tentacle monster let out a shrill scream, its tentacles contracting wildly in an attempt to protect the core area that was being purified.

"efficient."

Wayne's voice came out, and the output power continued to climb.

"Hey, take it easy, there's a living person inside," Tony warned.

Wayne slightly tilted the beam, raising it a few degrees from the core area to focus it on the shoulder region where the tentacles were most densely packed.

The sense of proportion was just right.

"This little bat," Tony's lips twitched, "his combat instincts are no worse than Patton's."

The galactic cross beam lasted for a full five seconds.

The tentacle monster was forced back three large steps, leaving two deep grooves on the floor beneath its feet.

Nearly half of the tentacles, purified by the power of light, lost their purplish-black color, turned grayish-white, broke off, and fell to the ground as ashes.

But the remaining tentacles rapidly expanded and regenerated wildly, their number surging from a dozen or so to over forty.

"The regeneration speed has increased."

Wayne stopped attacking and took a step back to observe.

"The fragments of the evil god will multiply in a rebound manner after being stimulated."

Harry crouched in the corner, calculating rapidly.

"Your attack is effective, but the rate of purification cannot keep up with the rate of regeneration."

"We need a higher-intensity burst of power to reduce the fel energy below the critical point in one go!"

"I'm afraid I'll kill him in one go!" Barton's voice came from the side of the training field.

Everyone turned their heads.

Kamen Rider Vulcan Assault Wolf form stands at the firing position, holding the Alatreon bow in his left hand, with a dark purple arrow condensing on the bowstring.

Dragon flames surged at the arrowhead, the heat distorting the surrounding air.

The animal patterns on the bow arm all lit up, forming a dark purple band of light.

"Everyone, make way in the middle."

Barton's tone was flat, but the people around him unconsciously made way for him.

This is the aura of a top sniper.

There's no need to shout or yell.

In short, everyone knows what to do.

Wayne retracted his Galactic Cross Ray and stepped aside to face him.

Peter bounced off the ceiling and landed on the flank.

The passageway has been cleared.

There was no longer any obstruction between Barton and the tentacle monster.

The bowstring is drawn taut.

Da da da!

The trembling sound of the Chaos Twin Blades suddenly rose in pitch.

Thor stood directly opposite Barton, behind the tentacle monster.

Dark red flames rose from the blades of the Chaos Blades, enveloping Thor entirely.

That scorching killing intent did not come from Thor, but from the Chaos Blades themselves.

The god-slaying weapon has caught the scent of its prey.

"Hey bro, let me give you a physiotherapy session!"

Thor gripped his twin blades tightly, his expression conflicted but his actions decisive.