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

"Come on, young man."

Loki looked him up and down, a slight smile playing on his lips.

hum!

The moment the young man rushed forward, his body suddenly lost its gravity.

His feet left the ground, and his limbs flailed wildly in the air uncontrollably.

"What... put me down!"

Loki snapped his fingers, and a golden-green magical light wrapped the young man into a sphere, which then slowly rotated in mid-air.

"Where's your bracelet? Let me see."

Loki extended a finger and gently touched the spinning humanoid sphere.

Ding.

The bracelet has been reset to zero.

The young man didn't even understand what had happened before the game was over.

"Next."

Loki sat back in the recliner and continued pouring red wine.

He pulled a new bottle from his pocket and refilled his glass.

On the holographic screen, this scene caused a stir in the audience.

"What kind of ability is this? Levitating from a distance? He didn't even move his hand!"

"That band of light... it's neither Qi nor spiritual energy, so what is it?"

"None of these three examiners are normal."

As Li Ang listened to the discussions below, the corners of his mouth widened in a smile.

good results.

It was better than he expected.

These extraordinary people had only heard that "the outside world is dangerous," but hearing about it and seeing it with your own eyes are two different things.

When a foreigner used ninjutsu to burn a sword technique that had been passed down for six hundred years, when a strange man in a kasaya converted seven desperate criminals with two verses of scripture, when a man lying on a beach chair eliminated contestants without even lifting a finger...

Fear is the best motivation for survival.

"System," Li Ang murmured to himself.

[A large number of cultivators from the realm of supernatural beings have been detected experiencing cognitive shock...]

[Cumulative Luck Offset Value: 12400 points.]

[Redeem or not?]

Li Ang swiped open the redemption section of the system shop and quickly glanced at it.

Twelve bottles of chilled soda, exactly one dozen.

[Redeem complete.]

Twelve cans of chilled cola appeared out of thin air on the small table beside him, condensed with water droplets and emitting cold air.

Li Ang casually picked up a can, pulled the tab, and took a sip.

Refreshingly cool.

He gave one can each to Lao Liao and Feng Zhenghao, and put the rest into his system space to drink slowly.

"The real show has only just begun."

Li Ang leaned back in his chair, his gaze falling on the dense array of moving light dots on the holographic screen.

The battle on the field has reached a fever pitch.

The disciples of Longhu Mountain, thanks to the surge in strength brought about by the Peiyuan Pill, are reaping huge profits from other forces' participants.

The Quanxing gang was even more insidious. Gong Qing didn't let the core members take action at all, but instead sent more than forty underlings at the bottom to deplete the energy of other people's bracelets.

He, along with Xia He and Gao Ning, specifically waited near the area where the examiners frequented, hoping to find an opportunity to scout out a chance.

Wang Ye of Wudang was even more ingenious. He used the Qimen Dunjia formation to hide himself in a spatial interlayer that no one else could find, waiting for the others to eliminate each other.

"This king is quite interesting." Li Ang pointed to the almost motionless dot on the screen. "He hid until the very end before coming out to reap the rewards. Very clever."

Old Liao glanced at it, shook his head, and smiled bitterly.

"The Wudang School's ancestral skills are all about survival."

Time ticked by, and the number of participants in the arena was rapidly decreasing.

Four hundred and thirty-two became three hundred, then two hundred, and one hundred and fifty.

Those who were eliminated were teleported off the field, most of them looking disheveled and in a sorry state.

However, a few people emerged smiling; those smart people who voluntarily admitted defeat chose to conserve their energy when they lacked the strength.

What's truly interesting are those who choose to challenge the examiners.

So far, eleven people have challenged Steve, and only one has succeeded...

An elite member of the World Alliance managed to withstand the fireball attack thanks to the special ability of the Assimilation Blocking Bracelet, and then used his high-speed regeneration to outlast the opponent for five minutes.

Six people challenged Banner, and none succeeded.

Three people challenged Loki, and none of them succeeded.

Moreover, the three people who challenged Loki were all in a strange mental state after they came out.

One of them would tell everyone he was a frog, another insisted that his left hand belonged to someone else, and the third sat quietly in the corner folding paper airplanes, ignoring everyone who spoke to him.

"Loki," Leon shouted into the communicator, "I told you not to use psychic abilities."

"I didn't use a mental ability."

Loki's lazy voice came from the other end of the communicator.

"What's up with that guy who says he's a frog?"

"Oh, that," Loki said innocently, "I only made him play the role of a frog in the illusion for three days."

"It feels like three days, but it actually lasts three seconds."

"That's quite lenient, isn't it? In the past, I would have made him stay for at least a month."

Li Ang rubbed his temples, deciding to stop arguing with this second prince of Asgard.

Anyway, those people's symptoms will subside automatically after two hours, so it doesn't count as real harm.

Maybe.

His gaze returned to the holographic screen.

The number of participants in the competition has dropped to eighty-seven.

There are still 37 elimination spots short of the 50-person advancement threshold.

"It's the final stage." Li Ang sat up straight, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The real show is always at the very end.

Swish!

A white figure broke through the cordon and, using some kind of light-footed skill, floated directly up the steps of the podium.

Zhang Lingyu.

This talented disciple from Longhu Mountain had white hair that fluttered in the wind, and his Taoist robe rustled.

His face was filled with suppressed anger, and his gaze passed over Li Ang, landing directly on the giant holographic screen in the center of the arena.

On the screen, Zhang Chulan was kicking a Wudang disciple away with a light-speed kick.

"I want to protest."

Zhang Lingyu stood still, her clear voice carrying throughout the area around the platform.

"The current Luo Tian Grand Ceremony is completely unfair; they're using abilities outside the supernatural system to crush everyone..."

"This does not conform to the original intention of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony."

Li Ang narrowed his eyes, seemingly finding it interesting yet somewhat strange.

"I'd say you're traditional, but you're not actually that traditional..."

"Young people, keep up with the times, the future is in your hands!"