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

The simulator suddenly retreated, and the shrinking process of its forearm stopped after it lost contact, but it had already become thinner.

"interesting."

The clown didn't give chase, but instead tilted his head and examined his palm.

The voice was full of joy.

Swish!

He rushed forward again.

This time, his tactics were even more insane.

They don't seek fatal blows, they only seek to make contact.

Each contact lasted only a fraction of a second, but each one caused localized changes to Kang's armor.

Left shoulder, right knee, back, side of waist...

The clown's movements were completely unpredictable, sometimes forward, sometimes backward, sometimes left, sometimes right, and his body twisted more and more.

Several times, he deliberately created openings, letting Kang's fists graz his body.

Then, at the moment the opponent retracts their fist...

Place your palm on it.

"This fighting style..." Barton clicked his tongue, his fingers unconsciously plucking the strings of the Alatreon.

"It's totally the style of a street thug, but with that ability to change things at the slightest touch..."

"It's very dirty," Doctor Strange commented.

He was right.

This style of play is incredibly dirty.

No need to penetrate the shield, no need for a head-on collision, as long as you are touched, you will be slowly devoured.

However, it was this tactic that reminded Doctor Strange of his earlier battle.

The Warlock's fire, chains, and spatial magic were all nullified by Kang's shield.

But the Joker's Spark Doll transformation is not an energy attack; it is a conceptual transformation.

The shield absorbs energy, but it doesn't convert it into energy.

"If I use the Warlock's close-range form in conjunction with Spatial Folding, during the one-hundredth of a second gap when Kang's shield contracts after his punch..."

"Not dealing fatal damage..."

"Or is it to create a window that allows others to follow suit?"

Doctor Strange clenched his fist.

Inside the training ground, the dummy Kang had already been touched by the clown more than a dozen times.

The entire suit of armor was in disarray, with some parts even reduced to one-third of their original size.

The final blow.

The clown pressed both hands onto Kang's breastplate at the same time.

The purplish-red light surged.

The simulation of Kang the Transcendentalist rapidly shrank from a height of 1.9 meters to a palm-sized plastic doll.

It lay on the ground, motionless.

"Hahahaha—!"

The clown's laughter echoed through the training ground.

He bent down, picked up the doll, and shook it in his hand.

"Look how well-behaved she is."

After saying that, the clown deactivated his transformation.

His black shell shattered into red specks of light and vanished, and he transformed back into the strange man in the odd suit.

He stuffed Kang's doll into his pocket and beckoned to Cobblestone.

"I'm gone."

Cobbler scrambled after him, his face beaming with excitement: "Boss! This thing is amazing! We'll go back and turn them all into..."

"Shut up, Cobblestone."

The clown picked up the purple suit jacket he had thrown on the ground, slowly put it on, and buttoned it up.

Then he turned around and bowed slightly to Li Ang.

That movement was so elegant that it didn't seem like that of a ruthless madman.

"Thank you for the meal, boss."

"Come back again."

Li Ang held up his coffee cup and raised it towards him.

The clown walked to the front door and suddenly stopped.

He didn't turn around, but his voice came through.

"That bat."

"He drew the light."

"And I drew the Dark one."

"How wonderful."

The sound of the door being pushed open rang out.

The night wind of Gotham blew in, only to be shut out as the door closed.

There was a two-second silence in the living room.

"No, we can't let him leave with this power."

Steve picked up the shield.

"That person is a criminal, a murderer."

"He's the guy Batman was talking about. Handing over Dark Lugiel to him is like handing a nuclear bomb to a madman."

Drax nodded vigorously: "The pale-faced man does look a bit abnormal."

"He's not just a little off," Steve gripped the edge of his shield. "He's just insane."

"I object." Jane raised her hand.

Everyone looked at her.

Jane walked out from the wall, her bracelet still running, displaying the data from the training session.

"This is another universe, Captain Rogers."

"We know nothing about the standards of good and evil, the historical context, or the social structure here."

"Using our sense of justice to interfere in a completely unfamiliar world? What's the difference between that and a TV drama?"

"Wayne's been to this store, he seems like a good guy..." Steve's facial muscles tensed slightly.

“I didn’t say he wasn’t,” Jane interrupted him. “But that doesn’t mean we have the right to decide what powers his enemies should possess.”

"Correct!" Darcy raised his hand and took a step forward. "Captain, when was the last time you broke into someone's house?"

"The time with Hydra? Or...?"

"Darcy." Jane pressed her shoulder.

"What I mean is!" Darcy walked past Jane, hands on his hips, "This isn't our world! So mind your own business!"

"I agree with Dr. Jane's view."

Chris walked over to Jane and crossed her arms.

"I've seen far too many trans-cosmic moral judgments like this."

"The Kree did this for thousands of years, and what was the result?"

She didn't finish her sentence, but her attitude was already very clear.

Steve turned to look at Doctor Strange.

"From a magical point of view, that dark spark has already resonated with his soul."

Doctor Strange was silent for a few seconds, and his cloak fluttered twice behind him.

"Forced separation could trigger an uncontrollable chain reaction."

"but……"

"Dr. Jane makes a good point, but being right and being reasonable are two different things."

"That person now possesses conceptual-level transformation abilities combined with a transformation device that can transform him into a dark giant. This combination would be a catastrophic threat in any universe."

"If we have the ability to stop it, but choose to stand idly by..."

That's enough.

Li Ang slightly raised his hand, and everyone simultaneously shut their mouths.

He put his hands in his pockets and glanced between Steve and Jane.

"You've been arguing in my shop for three minutes, has anyone considered this?"

"You have absolutely no decision-making power."

Steve lowered his shield by two inches.

What the gashapon machine spits out is the choice of fate, not yours.

Li Ang raised a finger and drew a circle in the air.

"Wayne came here and got Ultraman Ginga from a gashapon machine."

"The clown came here, and the gacha gave him Dark Lugiel."

"Do you think this is a coincidence?"

No one answered.

"Light and darkness, good and evil, order and chaos."

"They are natural rivals, and the gashapon machine simply makes this relationship more tangible."

Li Ang gestured with his chin toward the gate.

"Even if you stop him today and snatch the Dark Spark back, fate will give him a weapon of equal caliber in another way."

"Because Batman needs an equally matched enemy."

"Batman without the Joker is just a rich guy in a tight suit fighting petty thieves."

Steve's fingers tightened and loosened around the shield.

Doctor Strange opened his mouth, but ultimately did not refute it.

The living room was quiet for five seconds.

"Are you done talking?"

Li Ang turned around and walked back behind the counter, gesturing to the nineteen high-end gashapon capsules on the table.

Instead of worrying about other people's universes, worry about your own.

"The Transcendent Kang won't give you time for a debate."

He tapped the edge of the table.

"Who wants to go first?"

Wanda was the first to step forward and pick up the dusty gashapon capsule.

Dark red energy seeped from her palm, slowly flowing along the surface of the gashapon, while dust settled in a flurry.

click!