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

"What the hell?"

Master Liu's pupils suddenly contracted.

Those are ninjutsu hand seals? A foreigner has gotten into ninjutsu?

"Fire Release." Steve's voice was steady and clear.

"Great Fireball Technique".

His lips parted slightly, and a ball of orange-red fire, more than three meters in diameter, burst forth from his mouth.

The fireball was ridiculously hot, and the surrounding air was distorting and boiling.

The moment the three sword energies collided with the fireball, not even a drop of water was splashed.

The sword energy evaporated.

Evaporation in the literal sense.

The Heavenly Gang Sword Technique, passed down for six hundred years, didn't even touch the surface of the fireball.

"Damn it!"

Before Master Liu could even cry out, the fireball was already upon him.

He activated the Qi within his body with all his might, condensing a defensive barrier in front of him.

boom!

The fireball struck the barrier, and Master Liu was thrown off by the shockwave, falling directly from the third-floor rooftop to the ground.

His bracelet was flashing wildly, and his energy level dropped from full to three percent.

It hasn't gone to zero yet, but it's practically useless.

Steve withdrew his hand, looked down at his palm, and found that the chakra circulation was still relatively smooth.

"Remember to observe your opponent before you make a move next time."

He said something to the Taoist priest who was sprawled out downstairs.

Master Liu lay in the pile of rubble, his eyes wide open, not recovering for a long time.

Fire Release? Great Fireball?

A white-skinned soldier unleashed a ninjutsu on a Taoist priest from the Quanzhen School?

What kind of art style is this?

On the holographic screen, this scene was presented in its entirety to all viewers.

The area below the podium fell silent instantly.

"Fire Release..."

Wang Ye was sitting in the Wudang Sect's area when he almost dropped his thermos.

Zhuge Qing's expression was also quite interesting.

He is a successor of Qimen Dunjia and has a thorough understanding of the Five Elements.

But he was certain that the nature of that fireball was unlike any fire-based spell in Chinese Taoist magic.

That was not a flame formed from Qi, but a high-temperature substance directly transformed from some kind of pure energy from within the body.

It completely bypasses the system of mutual generation and mutual restraint of the five elements.

"The power of this group..." Zhuge Qing murmured to himself, "is on a completely different level from ours."

……

On the east side of the stadium, deep in the dense forest.

Another, even more absurd encounter is unfolding.

The seven people formed a semicircle, trapping Banner in a clearing in a bamboo grove.

All seven of them were dressed in matching black outfits, with the character "王" (king) embroidered on their left chests.

The remnants of the Wang family.

Although Wang Ai is dead and the core of the Wang family was wiped out by the Apocalypse Star spores, many of the collateral branches and outer disciples are still alive.

These people were already notorious in the world of supernatural beings, and now that they have lost their backers, they have become even more ruthless.

They are not here to participate in the selection process.

They came for revenge.

In their view, the downfall of the Wang family was entirely caused by that gashapon merchant and his men.

And now, the businessman's employee is standing right in front of him.

"You're from that gashapon shop?" The leader was a middle-aged man in his forties with a scar across his face and a short knife in his hand.

"Do you know who wiped out the Wang family?"

Banner didn't speak, but stood quietly in place, his hands tucked into the wide sleeves of his robe.

His expression was extremely calm, with not even a flicker of emotion in his eyes.

This calm only fueled the rage of the seven people opposite them.

"Get them!" the scarred man roared.

The seven people simultaneously activated their internal energy and rushed towards Banner from seven different directions.

Short sword, claws, palm strikes...

Seven different attack methods landed simultaneously.

Banner raised his right hand, and a golden Sanskrit symbol appeared in his palm, its light soft yet dazzling.

"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon".

His voice was soft, as if he were reciting a simple evening lesson.

Golden light burst forth from the palm of his hand.

That wasn't an attack, but a sound wave.

"The World-Honored One, Ksitigarbha."

As the second verse fell, golden light enveloped the entire bamboo forest.

The seven remaining members of the Wang family who were charging forward froze in their tracks.

Their vital energy vanished without a trace before this golden light, and all the violence and hatred within their bodies were stripped away by a warm and irresistible layer of power.

The scarred man's dagger slipped from his hand.

His gaze shifted from fierce to bewildered, and then from bewildered to serene.

An unprecedented sense of peace filled his entire body.

"I..." He opened his mouth.

Then, his knees buckled and he knelt down.

Completely convinced and utterly convinced.

Immediately afterwards, the second person knelt down, then the third, and the fourth.

Seven vicious remnants of the Wang family knelt in a row under the radiant light of the golden Buddha seal.

There was no fear in their eyes, only the peace and piety that came from profound enlightenment.

"Good."

Banner withdrew his hand, and the golden Sanskrit characters slowly dissipated.

His tone remained calm, but the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"Unleash the butcher's knife."

The seven people responded in unison, "We are willing to follow the master in our spiritual practice."

This scene was broadcast live on the holographic screen.

No one spoke below the podium.

Everyone was staring at the screen with expressions of utter disbelief.

The remnants of the Wang family.

That guy was a notorious outlaw in the Wang family, with more blood on his hands than anyone else.

Just like that... he was converted on the spot?

Without even a fight, they became devout believers?

"What kind of magic is this?" Lu Jin's voice trembled slightly. "Mind control? Hypnosis? Or...?"

"No." Zhang Zhiwei shook his head, the old celestial master's expression extremely serious. "That is the highest level of Buddhist salvation power."

"It's not about controlling someone's mind; it's about truly washing away the evil thoughts in their heart."

"Even evil thoughts can be washed away?" Lu Jin gasped.

"You want to."

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the programmer in the brocade robe on the screen, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

"If those Parademons descend in three months, what effect will this ability have on the battlefield?"

Lu Jin's face paled for a moment.

What is the core driving force behind Parademon?

It is the twisted will of Darkseid.

If this person's golden light can purify their will...

Then he is the natural nemesis of Parademons.

"Banner is getting more and more skilled at this."

On the platform, Li Ang looked at the Wang family remnants kneeling on the ground on the screen, chewing popcorn with a satisfied expression.

"Last time we used physical methods to help people pass on, but this time we can help them pass on spiritually."

Old Liao didn't respond; he was busy coordinating with the medical team on the walkie-talkie to retrieve the seven remaining members of the Wang family who had become monks on the spot.

……

The south side of the stadium is a simulated desert.

Loki lay on the wooden chaise lounge Groot had set up, the red wine already empty.

He idly tapped his empty wine glass with his finger, his gaze sweeping over several contestants who were fighting each other in the distance.

"Boring." He yawned.

Forty minutes have passed since he entered the arena, and not a single person has challenged him.

All the participants who passed through the desert area chose to take a detour when they saw him lounging in the sun with his legs crossed.

The aura emanating from him was too eerie.

The contestants' Qi perception told them that this person's power was unfathomable and carried a chilling sense of chaos.

Loki was a little annoyed.

He's here to be an examiner, not for a vacation.

Although a vacation is nice, Li Ang said he could only use 30% of his strength, and this restriction itself made him itchy all over.

"Never mind." Loki got up from the recliner and brushed off imaginary grains of sand from his clothes.

After walking around the arena, he finally encountered a strange person who didn't take a detour.

One of the young members of Quanxing, a young man in his early twenties, was clearly the kind of young, fearless member from the lower ranks.

"You're the examiner?" The young man's eyes gleamed with greed. "If you beat me, you advance directly?"