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

"Not a scratch?" Frank drew his blade and said expressionlessly, "Then I'll cut you a few more times."

Without uttering any unnecessary words, he maintained the Eight Gates Formation at the Gate of Life and charged out.

The two blades crossed, and the first strike landed on Ramatut's ribs.

The dark gold bandages were torn open, revealing the skin underneath that emitted a faint glow.

The second cut followed immediately, slicing down from the collarbone to the waist.

Ramatut didn't even raise his scepter to block.

The wound Frank had made began to heal the moment he withdrew his sword. Muscle fibers visibly intertwined and grew, and the bandage wrapped around him automatically. In less than three seconds, he was completely healed again.

"interesting."

Ramatut tilted his head, held his scepter horizontally, and a dark golden light curtain exploded from the head of the scepter.

"Captain America!"

Frank was thrown back more than ten meters, and the rocks beneath his feet shattered into powder.

He steadied himself, the Blacklight virus surging on his body, but his eyes remained unmoved.

"They're here!"

Steve formed hand seals, and chakra ignited in his palms.

"Fire Release: Phoenix Flower Technique!"

A dozen or so orange-red fireballs were launched in a fan shape, precisely covering an area of ​​five meters around Ramatut.

The fireball exploded, and the high-temperature blast wave turned the ground red-hot.

Ramatut emerged from the flames.

The bandage was mostly charred, but the underlying tissue was completely unharmed.

Dark golden energy flowed across his skin, dissolving all the heat.

"Physical attacks are ineffective, and energy attacks are ineffective too?" Steve's hands were still in the hand seal position.

"It's not ineffective." Frank squatted down beside him, watching Ramatot's regeneration speed. "It's just that he's recovering too quickly."

Just as the two were preparing to launch their second attack, a scarlet spider web shot out from the side and tightly wrapped around Ramatut's right arm.

"Excuse me! May I pass?"

Peter Parker fought his way out of the mob, all eight spider legs of the Zirubas armor unfolding, the destructive toxin seeping into Lamatut's arm along the web.

"Parker?"

"Wanda and Mr. Thor over there don't need any help at all!" Peter's voice was still trembling with fear. "I'd be more useful to help!"

Ramatut looked down at his arm, which was entangled in spider webs.

The destructive toxins were corroding his surface tissues, slowing down his dark gold regeneration process by half a beat.

"It's somewhat useful," Frank rarely gave such an evaluation.

On the other side, a wooden door appeared out of nowhere behind Ramatut.

Matt Murdoch thrust his lightsaber out, then swiftly withdrew it, closing the wooden door behind him.

When the wooden door reappeared, Matt was standing next to Frank.

With his eyes closed, his Death God's spiritual pressure sensed the energy fluctuations of the entire battlefield.

"His regeneration core is in the center of his chest cavity; all energy originates from that location and radiates outwards." Matt's voice was steady, his lightsaber pointing diagonally forward. "To inflict a fatal wound, we must focus fire on that point."

"Okay, you go in, I'll hold them off."

Steve re-formed the hand seals, orange flames dancing at his fingertips.

Frank rushed forward without waiting for instructions.

The black, giant blade slashed toward Ramatut's face, but he raised his staff to block it.

boom!

Matt traversed around the rock fragments on the left, his lightsaber drawing a blue-white arc.

Ramato turned his head to avoid it, but Peter's web shot out from the right at the same time and wrapped around his ankle.

The three worked together to pin the seemingly invincible pharaoh firmly to the spot.

But pinning it down doesn't mean it can be killed.

Every strike heals, every flame is absorbed by the dark gold protective shield; the destructive toxins can only slow down the regeneration process, not completely suppress it.

"How exactly does this old bastard want to die?"

Frank unleashed his seventeenth strike, his tone now tinged with impatience.

Ramatut's lips curled up again, and the smile beneath the bandages was very unsettling.

"No matter how fast you chop, you can't outrun time."

……

On the other side of the battlefield.

Red Centurion Kang floated in mid-air with his arms crossed.

His armor surface was covered with dense blue patterns, which were the reorganization of quantum nanostructures.

Dozens of psychic beams shot out simultaneously from various ports on the armor, locking onto each member of the Guardians of the Galaxy.

"Scatter!" Rocket Raccoon rolled and dodged while carrying the American weapon.

A beam of telekinetic energy grazed his head, burning a perfect round hole in the rock behind him.

"I hate telekinesis! I hate technology! I hate all bastards smarter than me!"

The rocket continued to curse under its breath, but its hands never stopped moving.

On the control panel of the 40-horsepower vehicle, his thumb rapidly tossed the micro-switches.

"Number 01, rocket engine, off! Number 07, electromagnetic pulse, on! Number 12, plasma cutter, on! Number 23, shotgun mode, on!"

The white armor changed form four times in three seconds.

An electromagnetic pulse erupted from the armor surface, briefly disrupting Centurion Kang's three telekinetic locks.

Taking advantage of the moment, the rocket raised its American weapon, and the plasma-cutting beam swept across, cutting a crack in the Centurion's shield.

"There's a gap in the shield!" Rocket yelled into the communicator.

"I see it," Tony's voice came from above.

The black hole-shaped armor swooped down, its miniature black hole in the palm aimed at the crack, and the gravitational field frantically pulled at the edge of the shield.

The quantum nanostructure began to tear apart.

Centurion Kang's expression finally changed.

He raised his right hand, and a highly concentrated ball of psychic energy condensed at his fingertips, which he then hurled at Tony's face.

Tony dodged to the side, his left fist, covered in Armament Haki, slamming directly into the crack in the shield.

boom!

The shield shattered.

Quantum nanofragments diffuse in a vacuum, and blue light spots scatter like shards of glass.

"Without the shield, what do you have left?"

A voice came from beneath Tony's visor.

Centurion Kang took three steps back, and the blue patterns on his armor switched from recombination mode to attack mode.

More than a dozen weapon interfaces popped up simultaneously.

"My arsenal is much larger than yours, Stark."

"What a coincidence." The rockets came out from the side, switching to heavy bombardment mode. "We also have a mobile arsenal here."

Gamora appeared silently behind Centurion Kang, her God-Slaying Blade already drawn.

……

And in a more distant place.

Doctor Strange and Cly were almost helpless against Kang the Immortal's silvery force field.

Three of the seven layers of the mirror shield were crushed by the force field, and Klee's beam didn't even cause a splash.

The essence of that force field is the flow of time itself; any attack belonging to this timeline will be automatically absorbed.

"His force field repels all energy within any timeline." Doctor Strange's fingers trembled, barely maintaining the golden magic circle. "Our attacks are completely ineffective against him."

Klee bit her lip and unleashed her twelfth Light Fist, but it was still ineffective.

Just as she was about to try again from a different angle, she caught a glimpse of the battlefield in the distance.

She was stunned.

Hundreds of kilometers away, in the area where the miscellaneous soldiers were being cleared, a thunderous giant nearly a hundred meters tall stood there.

That was Thor, whose entire body was made of purple-white lightning. With each step he took, a crater would appear on the surface of the planet beneath his feet.

The Thunder Giant raised his arm and slapped down, turning more than a dozen Commutator warships into iron discs.

Further away, Wanda floats in mid-air.

The mutated Clow Cards spun around her body, and the bird-headed staff pointed forward.

A massive, dark red energy sword, tens of meters long, materialized from the magic circle, and Wanda gently waved her staff.

The giant sword swept across.

The three main warships were cut in half from the middle, and the cut surfaces were so smooth that there wasn't a single burr.

Chris's mouth opened and remained open for a long time.

"Strange".

"Um?"

"Are you sure this is the Avengers?"

Doctor Strange didn't answer; he was watching too.

After reading it, he remained silent for a long time.

"These powers do not belong to this timeline," Doctor Strange finally spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse.

"No wonder the Immortal Kang's force field could stop us, because our power is a product of this timeline."

"But they aren't," Klee continued.

Doctor Strange abruptly turned his head, his gaze piercing through the battlefield and landing on Loki.

The golden light of the Golden Requiem is suppressing the force field propulsion of the Immortal Kang.

That's a Stand ability from another world, completely outside the causal laws of the Marvel Universe.

"Power outside the timeline..." Doctor Strange murmured repeatedly, "Only this kind of power can break his immortality."

"So what are we doing here? As spectators?" Klee's tone was rather unfriendly.

"No, we need to find a starting point." Doctor Strange re-enacted the magic circle.

"His force field isn't without weaknesses; it's just that our attack method is wrong."