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

A purplish-red halo spread out from behind the clouds.

Immediately afterwards, a giant toy Batmobile shot out from mid-air, its sides covered with colorful lights and its front painted with an exaggerated smiley face.

On the roof of the car, the clown spread his arms wide, standing on a microphone stand, laughing so hard his shoulders shook.

"Joker, get out of my battlefield!" Bruce's face turned ashen.

The clown put his hand to his ear and tilted his head dramatically.

"What? You say you welcome me?"

"Oh dear, little bat, you've finally learned to express your feelings!"

The toy Batmobile crashed to the ground, its wheels crunching over a row of monster wreckage with a creaking, plastic sound.

The car door opened.

A row of toy soldiers dressed in bat-shaped capes jumped down, each wearing an exaggerated smiley face mask.

Bruce's eyes turned cold the moment he saw the toys.

"Hey, why are you so unmoved by my work?"

The clown jumped out of the car, spun around, and produced a dark purple cane in his hand.

"And you, Mr. Blade, hiding in the shadows."

"That was really cool, but you ruined my rhythm."

He pointed at Kanté.

"I originally intended to be a hero and save the damsel in distress, so Batman would owe me a life!"

"You're the one with the ability to turn into toys." Kant sized up the Joker, his expression unchanged.

"Bingo, you got it right!"

The clown abruptly pressed the button on the top of his cane.

A burst of purplish-red smoke erupted, and all the toy bat soldiers on the ground simultaneously looked up, emitting synchronized electronic laughter.

"Joker, what do you want to do?" Bruce turned his head sharply.

"As a champion of justice, of course I must fight evil!"

The clown looked at him, his smile widening.

"The last time we teamed up, the effect was fantastic."

As he spoke, he spread his hands, and dark sparks rose behind him, with purplish-black light entangling the bat soldiers.

"After I got back, I thought about it. Since you don't want to stick to me every day, I can only make a commemorative edition myself."

Tony paused for a moment in the gashapon shop.

"Commemorative edition?"

Li Ang put down the popcorn, his eyes lighting up with interest.

"He tied the residual energy of Galaxy Lugiel together with the toy army from the Hobby-Hobby Fruit."

"This madman really knows how to develop his abilities." Loki raised an eyebrow.

In Gotham Square, the Joker raises his cane.

All the toy bat soldiers simultaneously unfurled their capes, and a half-black, half-silver cursor lit up on their chests.

The clown stood at the very front, drawing out his voice.

"The Smiling Bat has arrived!"

boom!

A purplish-red beam of light exploded.

Dozens of toy bat soldiers simultaneously transformed into a bizarre army that was half bat and half clown.

Their eyes shone with the blue light of the Milky Way, while trailing behind them was a dark purple-black band of light reminiscent of Dark Lugiel.

"Ward?" Bruce's temples throbbed.

The clown turned around and winked at him.

"Don't be so stingy. We've already been together. According to Arkham law, this is called common property."

Kante finally moved.

"Fancy".

His figure vanished instantly, his target aimed directly at the Joker's back.

The next moment, a smiling bat soldier suddenly turned around and stood in front of the clown.

The black knife pierced the toy's body.

There was no blood.

Only the sound of gears.

The toy soldier turned its head 180 degrees and gave Kant an electronic laugh.

"Got you?"

Kant's eyes flickered slightly, and he immediately drew his sword and retreated.

But more smiling bat soldiers had already surrounded them.

They do not need to perceive.

There was no fear.

They weren't afraid of being stabbed in the heart.

The clown stood outside the encirclement, straightened his purple suit, and looked excited.

"Little bat, do you see it?"

"Your darkness, my joy, with a touch of alien giants for flavor."

He opened his arms and bowed to Kanté.

Welcome to Gotham!

"Come and put on a good show for me!"

The clown's cane traced a purplish-black path in mid-air.

A dozen smiling bat soldiers pounced on Kant at the same time.

The screeching sound of gears rubbing together filled the air.

Kant flipped his wrist, and the black knife became a blurry afterimage.

Click click click!

The three toy soldiers at the front were instantly dismembered.

Plastic remains were scattered all over the ground.

Before Kant could even sheathe his blade, the scattered parts suddenly reassembled under the pull of a purplish-black light.

A severed arm was attached to a head.

The soles of the feet are placed on the chest.

These twisted and deformed toy soldiers emitted even sharper electronic laughter and pounced again.

Kanté frowned slightly. He then leaped backward several times, widening the distance between them.

The black blade danced in front of him, creating an impenetrable defensive net.

But he discovered that these toys were completely unaffected by injury.

Their sole purpose was to entangle him.

The clown stood on the periphery, cupping his face in his hands, laughing so hard he was doubled over.

"Jump up! Yes! That's it!"

"Left! Right! Spin around!"

"Oh dear, Mr. Assassin, your dance moves are too stiff. Should I add some heavy metal rock to your routine?"

Kanté ignored the Joker's trash talk.

He knew very well that there was no point in talking to this madman.

His gaze passed over the circle of toy soldiers and looked up into the sky.

That is the key to determining the course of this war.

Boom!

A deafening roar exploded over Gotham, tearing the clouds apart with the force of the airflow.

Clark's heavy punch slammed into the mantis's chin.

Green blood gushed out from between the mantis's teeth.

The massive body plummeted straight down.

Bang bang bang!

It smashed through the glass curtain wall of the Wayne Enterprises building, broke more than a dozen load-bearing columns along the way, and finally crashed into the underground parking lot.

The entire building shook violently and teetered on the brink of collapse.

Clark hovered in mid-air, his chest heaving violently.

The red cloak fluttered in the wind.

He did not pursue them.

The super hearing picked up a teeth-grinding cracking sound.

It wasn't a break in the building's steel reinforcement.

Rather, it is the disintegration of some extremely hard biological shell.

In the ruins of the underground parking lot.

The mantis slowly crawled up.

He neither fought back nor ran away.

He just stood there, his hands covering his round belly.

"Ugh... I'm so full."

The mantis let out a groan that was both painful and satisfied.

His original green and yellow shell had now been stretched to the point of being almost transparent.

Through the shell, you can clearly see the raging energy storm inside.

The dazzling blue light of Ultraman Ginga.

The emerald will of the green light ring.

The speed force is a frenzied blue arc of electricity.

The high-temperature white flame of the plasma cannon.

And there was also the terrifying kinetic energy that Clark had just unleashed.

These drastically different energy systems caused an extremely violent rejection reaction within the mantis's body.

Click.

A shocking crack appeared on the mantis's chest.

A blinding burst of mixed light shot out from the crack.

The light swept across a wrecked car next to it.

The car didn't even melt; it instantly vaporized into its most basic molecular state.

Clark's expression changed drastically, and his eyes gleamed with a scarlet light.

Swipe!