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

The back valley was transformed into a natural fighting arena.

Three viewing platforms were temporarily welded onto the surrounding rock walls, and a holographic shield formed a semi-transparent blue light screen around the arena to prevent the aftershocks of the battle from injuring the spectators.

Hundreds of extraordinary people crowded the stands.

The news spread so fast that less than fifteen minutes after the words "Justice League" came out of Lao Liao's mouth, the entire camp was as lively as if it were Chinese New Year.

The disciples of Longhu Mountain occupied the best positions on the east side, while the Quanxing members were scattered throughout the area, and the elites of Na Du Tong were responsible for maintaining order.

Even the independent cultivators who were still queuing to buy gashapon toys abandoned their spots to come and watch the excitement.

"First match." Tony stood in the center of the valley, acting as the temporary referee. "The rules are simple: fight until one side concedes or is rendered unable to fight. Killing is prohibited."

Justice League, Cyborg.

Victor Stone stepped out from the Justice League side, his prosthetic eye scanning the opposing lineup as he awaited his opponents' arrival.

"The Avengers..." Tony turned to look at his own people.

Banner shook his head, while Steve crossed his arms and remained still.

An inconspicuous figure emerged from the back of the group.

Clint Barton.

Hawkeye was wearing a dark gray tactical vest, carrying the jet-black Amber Bow in his right hand, and a row of arrow storage devices strapped to his left wrist.

He looked like an ordinary archer.

"Him?" The Flash leaned against the rock wall, his tone laced with undisguised skepticism. "An ordinary person with a bow against Victor?"

Wayne didn't say anything, but nodded at Tony.

"start!"

Tony retreated to the sidelines.

Steel Bone struck first, his right arm instantly deforming.

The silver nanoparticles recombine to form an ion cannon, while the blue energy sphere is fully charged and ready to fire.

Patton reacted faster than lightning.

He drew his bow and nocked the arrow in one fluid motion, and three black arrows pierced the air, heading straight for Steelbone's face.

Unfortunately, it was no use.

Cyborg didn't even activate his weapon; his prosthetic eye flashed red, and the surrounding air suddenly froze.

The three arrows stopped half a meter from his chest, hovering motionless in mid-air.

"Molecular manipulation." Barton's eyes changed.

"Your arrowheads are made of carbon steel alloy, and the shaft is made of composite fiber," Cyborg stated calmly, the light in his red prosthetic eye growing brighter. "As long as it's matter, I can control its molecular structure."

He spread his five fingers, and a piercing buzzing sound filled the air.

Barton felt the space around him become viscous, and every step he took required three times the effort.

The steel skeleton was compressing the air molecules around him, turning it into an invisible cage.

"Just admit defeat; you can't escape this area."

A sigh escaped from the stands.

"Is this the end? How are archers supposed to fight against something that can control molecules?"

"Hawkeye doesn't seem very strong; he looks like just an ordinary person."

The steel frame tightened the area of ​​the air cage.

Patton was forced to kneel on one knee.

Just when Victor thought the match was about to end, Barton, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly spoke up.

"You know what, Mr. Cyborg?"

"I have a problem."

"The more others think I'm not good enough, the more motivated I become."

As soon as he finished speaking, Patton's legs suddenly pushed off the ground.

He stomped his toes six times in a row in the air, each time producing a crisp sonic boom.

Moonwalk.

The aerial mobility technology in the Navy's Type 6.

Barton's body rose rapidly inside the air cage.

"What?!" Steel Bone looked up.

Patton had already leaped to a height of fifteen meters, looking down at Steelbone.

He did not shoot any more arrows.

The jet-black bow reflected an eerie dark red luster under the moonlight.

Patton flipped the bow over, gripping the ends of the bow arms with both hands, the back of the bow facing outwards.

Then, he disappeared.

shave.

Cyborg's prosthetic eye flashed red light wildly, and the processor calculated Barton's trajectory within 0.03 seconds, automatically activating the energy shield on his chest.

That's too late.

Patton approached from the front, his arched back covered with a deep black metallic sheen.

Armament Haki!

The imposing black bow, imbued with an aura of dominance, slammed into the very center of the steel-boned breastplate, carrying the kinetic energy of Hawkeye's full-force charge.

boom!

The ground beneath Steel Bones' feet cracked, creating a spiderweb-like crater. He stumbled backward seven or eight meters, his feet carving two deep furrows into the rock.

The energy shield on his chest shattered into countless points of light.

"cough……"

Steel skeleton kneels on the ground, mechanical arm clutching its chest.

His internal scanning system popped up a series of yellow warnings...

The stands were deathly silent.

Then, a burst of ear-numbing cheers erupted.

"Well done!" A disciple from Longhu Mountain smashed his thermos cup.

"That black bow...it's not for shooting arrows, it's for hitting people?"

Barton landed back on the ground and slung the Alatreon back onto his shoulder.

"Your physical skills... do not belong to any fighting system recorded in my database."

Steel Bone straightened his body, and the light in his prosthetic eye returned to its steady red.

"The black substance covering the bow penetrated my energy shield and struck the physical structure."

Barton shrugged: "I can't explain the principle behind it, since it's from a gashapon machine."

"You win."

Steel Bone stood there for a while, then extended his right hand.

"My molecular manipulation abilities aren't very effective against my teammates, but your close-combat skills will be quite lethal against Parademons on the battlefield."

Barton took his hand and smiled.

The applause from the stands hadn't stopped.

"Is that air-walking technique even possible for humans?"

The Flash didn't even notice that half of the sandwich he was holding had fallen out; he was staring at Barton in the arena, his mouth slightly agape.

Wayne leaned against the rock wall, his arms crossed over his chest.

His gaze wasn't fixed on the arena, but rather on Li Ang, who was sitting with his legs crossed, drinking tea in the opposite viewing area.

Just how many unconventional combat systems are hidden inside that gashapon machine?

During the break between the second match, Feng Zhenghao's engineering corps spent five minutes repairing the field.

The crater created by Patton's arrow was filled in, and the shattered rocks were recompacted.

"The second match," Tony raised his right hand, "Justice League..."

"I'll do it."

A red afterimage flashed by, and the Flash was already standing in the center of the arena.

The ground beneath his feet was slightly warm, from the heat left by high-speed friction.

Barry Allen wore a knowing smile, his red uniform crackling with arcs of lightning.

Speed ​​Force.

These three words represent absolute speed supremacy throughout the entire DC universe.

"The Avengers?" Tony glanced at his group.

"I'll go."

Thor strode out, with the familiar Pikachu perched on his shoulder.

A burst of snickers erupted from the stands.

"This kid's going to get a hard time!"

"I don't want to get hit by that big guy again, it hurts too much!"

"Not necessarily. This kid is very fast; the big guy might not be able to keep up."

The Flash was also taken aback for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the Shiba Inu and Pikachu twice.

"Are you sure... this little guy is joining the fight too?"

Thor drew the Blade of Chaos from his waist and slightly moved his neck.

"They are my comrades-in-arms, not pets."