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

The batarangs traced two sharp arcs in the air, slicing into the face of the evil spirit charging at the front.

There was no sense of impact whatsoever.

The metal dart seemed to pierce through a cloud of smoke, going straight through the back of the evil spirit's head and embedding itself in the metal wall behind it with a clang.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"I thought you guys had some trump card up your sleeve, but it turns out you just throw metal sheets!"

The tattooed man laughed so hard he almost fell over, pointing at Bruce.

The men in black around them also burst into laughter.

"Ordinary people's physical weapons are completely useless against advanced spirits. You don't even have this basic common sense. I really don't know how you managed to sneak in."

The evil claws were already close to Bruce.

Bruce maintained his original stance, only turning his head to look at his partner beside him.

This dart-throwing exercise was merely to collect practical data.

"It's your turn to perform."

Bruce stepped back half a step, giving up the stage.

"I thought you were going to use these metal sheets to shave them."

Tony retorted without hesitation, casually taking off his sunglasses and putting them in his jacket pocket.

His right hand habitually brushed across his waist.

With a crisp metallic resonance, the Amadam Spirit Stone hidden within flesh and blood awoke.

A dark red light suddenly burst forth centered on Tony, like a miniature sun igniting in the darkness.

The intense heat, mixed with violent high-dimensional energy, expanded outwards, forcefully pushing back the surrounding cold, black mist.

The wailing of the evil spirits abruptly ceased; they instinctively felt fear in the face of the intense light and involuntarily retreated.

"Kamen Rider Stark! Henshin!"

Armor covered his entire body, black hole particles flowed through the gaps in the armor, and the golden ancient inscription on his chest shimmered with a heart-stopping luster.

Tony raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist as hard as a rock.

hum!

The jet-black Armament Haki instantly enveloped his right fist, turning his originally dark red gauntlet into a deep obsidian-like black.

This power does not need to follow the rules of the supernatural world. As long as your existence belongs to this universe, the domineering aura can forcibly grasp your physical body.

Tony took a step forward and pulled his right arm back.

Using the twist of his waist, he threw a punch at the nearest century-old evil spirit from a distance.

boom!

A dull sonic boom echoed throughout the factory area.

The force of the punch transformed into a tangible black shockwave, slamming hard into the evil spirit's chest.

The spirit, which was originally said to be immune to any physical attack, was like a fragile glass sculpture under this punch, its surface immediately covered with dense cracks.

With a sound like tearing silk, the evil spirit's body completely collapsed, turning into countless black fragments that dissipated into the air.

That kind of dissipation is not a return to nature, but rather it is directly erased at the molecular level by the destructive power contained in the fist wind.

The tattooed man's smile froze on his face.

He didn't even see how the red armor appeared.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp pain surged from the depths of my soul.

The backlash from the forced tearing of the contract for binding spirits and commanding generals flowed back through the meridians.

His eyes bulged outwards, and his facial features were distorted.

"Pfft! You guys..."

A mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth, and he collapsed to his knees on the greasy, muddy ground.

The men in black around him were all stunned by what they saw.

Having dealt with spirits for a long time, they know better than anyone how difficult it is to deal with a hundred-year-old evil spirit.

Even the core members of the Wang family would need to set up a formation and expend considerable effort to deal with this level of evil.

The strange man, completely encased in red armor, obliterated the spirit with a single punch.

"What the hell is this armor?"

One of the private soldiers was trembling, and he could barely hold onto his short knife.

"What are you standing there for! Attack!"

The tattooed man, kneeling on the ground, clutched his chest and roared hoarsely.

"That move of his must have been extremely taxing; he couldn't possibly use it continuously."

"Use poison and ranged Qi blades to wear him down!"

Upon hearing their leader's instructions, the private soldiers finally came to their senses.

They all activated the Qi within their bodies, and colorful Qi clusters lit up in the darkness.

Someone released a large amount of purple poisonous miasma from a bamboo tube at their waist. The miasma spread towards the center as if it were alive.

Someone concentrated their Qi into their weapon, unleashing more than a dozen sharp, crescent-shaped Qi blades that intertwined to form a vast net of death.

Faced with the overwhelming attack, Tony didn't even try to dodge.

He raised his left hand, preparing to mobilize the black hole particles to directly devour all this chaotic energy.

But his partner was faster than him.

Bruce pulled a round, silver metal disc from his tactical belt.

Anti-gravity ground stakes.

According to the product description, this thing has no destructive power and is purely used to change the local gravitational field.

Bruce tossed it into the air and then kicked the edge of the disc.

The silver metal disc spun as it flew into the center of the crowd before plunging into the concrete ground.

hum!

A ring of light blue force field ripples spread violently outward from the center of the metal disk.

The instant the force field ripples covered the entire area, all the poisonous miasma and Qi blades released by the men in black went out of control.

Even more outrageous are the private soldiers themselves.

They felt a sudden lightness in their bodies, and then they were thrown upwards uncontrollably.

The powerful anti-gravity field forcibly pulled dozens of living people into the air.

They clung to the rickety steel beams of the factory like toads with their bellies up, limbs outstretched.

Some tried to struggle, but the binding force of the gravitational distortion was so great that they couldn't even move a finger.

"It seems that this auxiliary tool is working much better than expected."

Bruce dusted off his hands and looked up at the horrific sight plastered on the beams.

His tone revealed a businessman's shrewdness.

"Spending a little money to buy this kind of group control equipment is very cost-effective."

Tony remained noncommittal regarding Bruce's practical test.

He flicked his wrist, which was covered in dark red armor, and the red compound eyes on his mask locked onto the group of men in black hanging in mid-air.

Black hole particles swirled on the surface of the armor like ripples on water, and a dazzling white light gradually shone from his right palm.

"Rasengan Palm Cannon!"

"Hey, are you trying to make sure we don't get noticed by firing that shot?"

"Since it's all abandoned factory area anyway, let's just consider it free demolition assistance."

Without hesitation, Tony raised his right arm and thrust his palm forward sharply.

He doesn't have any principle of not killing...

They also have no habit of keeping a low profile!

Chi Chi Chi!

Driven by the spiral vortex, the beam of light continuously expands and strangles.

The moment the beam of light touched the factory structure, the steel beams and cement walls did not provide any resistance at all; they were instantly pulverized.

The Wang family's private soldiers hanging on the crossbeams didn't even have time to scream before they were completely engulfed by the physical shockwave mixed with white light.

"It's finished. Ladies and gentlemen, would you like to come out and chat?"