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

The portal unfolds in the elevator lobby on the 38th floor of the World Society.

The moment Feng Zheng strode out of the portal, a chilling aura swept over him from the end of the corridor.

It was a giant hand formed from black mist, with its five fingers spread out and pale, skull-like faces embedded in the fingertips, emitting a shrill wail.

They captured the spirits and dispatched the generals.

Feng Zhenghao extended his right hand, clenching his fist.

The air plummeted to freezing point, and the giant black mist began to condense from between its fingers.

Within three seconds, it transformed into a jet-black ice sculpture arm, which shattered into pieces on the ground after losing its vital energy.

"dad!"

Feng Shayan emerged from behind him, her gaze fixed on both ends of the corridor.

In the left-wing passage, seven or eight men in black were ramming the alloy explosion-proof door of the data room, their talismans pulsating with dark red light.

More footsteps were approaching from the right-wing stairwell.

"They're scattered quite a bit." Feng Zhenghao narrowed his eyes. "Are they trying to steal something?"

As Zhang Chulan emerged from the teleportation portal, he was shivered by the eerie atmosphere that permeated the corridor before he could even stand properly.

"Fellow members of the supernatural world, could you please stop releasing ghosts indoors? Heating bills are expensive."

No one cares about him.

Feng Zhenghao lifted his foot and walked to the left wing, and white frost spread out on both sides of the ground with his steps.

The men in black who were trying to pry open the door turned around abruptly upon hearing footsteps, and their expressions changed drastically upon seeing who it was.

"Feng Zhenghao! He's back!"

"withdraw!"

That's too late.

Feng Zhenghao pushed forward with his right hand, and the corridor floor was instantly covered with a layer of ice.

A burst of cold air shot out along the floor tiles, freezing the calves of the three slowest men in black.

They struggled to pull themselves out, only to find that the ice was rising at a visible rate.

"A member of the Wang family? Or just some lowly fry from the Quanxing faction?"

Feng Zhenghao approached, his gaze sweeping over the black jade pendants at their waists.

Wang Family Logo.

"Wang Ai, the Tenth Elder, has quite the nerve."

The ice reached up to my knees.

The group screamed in terror, and the talismans in their hands exploded all at once.

The dark red energy violently impacted the ice surface, causing cracks to scatter in all directions.

Feng Zhenghao frowned.

These talismans are not imbued with ordinary Qi, but rather with the spiritual energy driven by the command of spirits.

The Ice-Ice Fruit can freeze matter molecules and is also effective against attacks from pure energy-state spirits, but he needs to actively "receive" them.

The problem lies in the number of people.

The commotion downstairs grew louder and louder.

At least thirty different directions are infiltrating simultaneously, each with different attack methods.

Some are using their Qi to blast through load-bearing walls, some are releasing spirits to sneak through walls and launch attacks, and others...

"President Feng, watch out for your head!"

Zhang Chulan's warning made Feng Zhenghao instinctively turn to the side.

A dark shadow pierced down from the ceiling; it was a semi-transparent, centipede-like spirit that opened its venomous jaws and lunged at the back of his neck.

Feng Zhenghao grabbed with his backhand, and the cold air instantly froze the spirit into an icicle.

But then, four or five more identical spirits emerged from both ends of the corridor, forming a fan shape to surround them.

At the same time, more than a dozen people rushed up the stairwell.

The bald, burly man at the front slammed his palms on the ground, cracking a groove in the floor and sending gravel flying.

Feng Shayan used her spatial abilities to deflect the rubble, but two talismans grazed her shoulder, leaving two scorch marks.

"There are too many people!" Feng Shayan bit her lip and backed away. "These people are scattered; we can't block them from all directions!"

Feng Zhenghao's judgment was correct.

Wang Ai wasn't here for a direct confrontation, but rather to use sheer numbers and multi-pronged infiltration to stall him. Her real target was the third underground level.

There are portable gashapon machines there...

"interesting."

A lazy voice came from the direction of the elevator lobby.

Tony leaned against the wall, arms crossed, observing the chaotic scene through his sunglasses.

Beside him, Bruce stood with his hands in his trench coat pockets, his gaze lingering on each enemy for no more than half a second.

"Spirit summoning and command," Bruce assessed in a low voice. "Spirit-based attacks ignore physical barriers and are corrosive on the mental level."

"The way Qi operates is very primitive, but there are many variations," Tony added.

They were watching a play.

More accurately, it is conducting a practical assessment.

"Boss Tony, Boss Bruce, how about... lending a hand?"

Zhang Chulan huddled in a corner, watching Feng Zhenghao deal with attacks from three directions all by himself, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"Wait a little longer." Bruce's gaze followed the movement of a spirit that had passed through the wall. "I need to confirm the boundaries of the spirit's attack."

No sooner had he finished speaking than an old man's laughter came from the end of the corridor.

"Let me see if your freezing magic can still keep me here today!"

Wang Ai.

The old man, leaning on his ebony cane, slowly walked up the stairs.

Behind him followed Wang Bing, as well as two Quanxing demons with gloomy faces.

One of the young men, wearing a floral shirt and gold-rimmed glasses, was Gong Qing, the acting leader of the Quanxing Sect.

"Feng Zhenghao, do you think you can control everything just because you've taken some kind of weird drug?"

Wang Ai raised her cane and pointed the tip of it towards the corridor.

Black mist gushed out from the tip of the staff, transforming into more than a dozen spirits of various shapes and sizes.

There are snakes, eagles, and leopards.

Each one was several times larger than the centipede spirits that had appeared before, and their bodies were shrouded in visible resentment.

A century-old evil spirit.

Wang Ai's specialty.

The combined attack of the spirits and the ground forces' Qi energy assault forced Feng Zhenghao into a pincer movement.

He froze a snake spirit with his left hand and parried a palm strike from a man in black with his right.

puff!

His back was grazed by the sharp claws of an eagle, tearing his clothes and leaving bloody marks on his skin.

"dad!"

"Don't come any closer!"

Feng Zhenghao shouted at Feng Shayan to leave, then fixed his gaze on Wang Ai.

The old man hid in the back, using his spirit to distract him, without ever stepping forward himself.

This tactic perfectly exploits the weaknesses of the Ice-Ice Fruit.

Faced with more than a dozen spirits attacking from different angles at the same time, he only had two hands.

"President Feng, the Quanxing Sect has no interest in your family business; we only want Zhang Chulan!"

Gong Qing pushed up his glasses, a smile curving his lips.

"Hand over Zhang Chulan, and we'll leave tonight."

"Old Wang, you've saved face. How about we both compromise?"

Feng Zhenghao sneered and did not reply.

"Zhang Chulan!" Feng Zhenghao roared.

Just as Zhang Chulan was about to run away, he snapped to attention and shouted, "Hey!"

"Block for me for three seconds!"

Without saying a word, Zhang Chulan rushed forward, formed hand seals, and a golden light screen unfolded in the corridor.

The Golden Light Mantra, combined with the energy of the Flash Fruit, formed a radiant shield that forcefully pushed back the surging spirits.

three seconds.

enough.

Feng Zhenghao took a white glove out of his pocket.

The fingertips of the gloves have light blue vein patterns, making them look like some kind of biological material.

[Absolute Zero Domain Gloves: When worn, they release an extremely cold domain with a radius of twenty meters, within which the molecular motion of all matter and energy will be forcibly reduced to near absolute zero.]

Duration: 30 seconds.

Cooldown time: 24 hours.

If you're not skilled enough with the Ice-Ice Fruit, use a tool to make up for it!

Feng Zhenghao put on gloves.

Wang Ai sensed danger, and his old face changed: "Everyone retreat..."

Too late.

Feng Zhenghao clenched his fist.

White light diffused silently from the glove.

Those dozen or so century-old evil spirits were the first to be affected.

They are like video frames that have been paused, frozen in mid-air.

Click!

Then, from the inside out, it forms clear ice crystals, which then shatter and dissipate.

The people in black were in an even worse situation.

The five people closest to Feng Zhenghao were frozen solid, their expressions still contorted in a ferocious charge.

The dozen or so people further away, though not frozen to death, had stiff limbs and sluggish Qi circulation, and could not even raise their hands.

Gong Qing reacted the fastest.

He retreated with all his might the moment the light spread, but his left foot was still swept by the edge of the extreme cold.

The soles of the shoes were frozen to the ground, and when they were forcibly pulled out, the socks were left behind as well.

Wang Ai leaned on his cane, releasing his Qi to form a barrier that barely withstood the impact of the extreme cold.

But his old face was covered with fine frost.

"What...what kind of sorcery is this!" Wang Bing hid behind his grandfather, his voice trembling.

Within a 20-meter radius, the corridor turned into an ice cave.

The walls, ceiling, and light bulbs were all covered with a thick layer of white frost.

Those men in black who were just moments ago so arrogant are now standing there trembling in fear.

"Wang Ai, do you think I only have that one move?"

Feng Zhenghao withdrew his fist and exhaled a puff of white breath.

His gaze swept calmly over Wang Ai and Gong Qing, his condescending attitude exactly the same as when he had crushed Wang Bing in the office a few days earlier.

Wang Ai's pupils contracted sharply.

He has lived for nearly a hundred years and has witnessed countless extraordinary abilities.

However, this unreasonable and widespread suppression has exceeded his understanding of the term "extraordinary person".

"Withdraw! Withdraw everything!"

Wang Ai slammed his cane down, and the black mist enveloped him and Wang Bing, retreating towards the stairwell.

Gong Qing, with only one foot bare, also scrambled backward.

He glanced at his Quanxing subordinate, who was frozen into an ice sculpture, his lips twitched, and he decisively gave up.

"Gong Qing!" Feng Zhenghao's voice came from behind.

Gong Qing paused in his steps.

"Tell this to all of you."

Feng Zhenghao stood in the middle of the frozen corridor, the hem of his Tang suit fluttering gently in the cold air.

"Zhang Chulan is a distinguished guest of the World Society."

"If anyone dares to mess with him again, I'll freeze your entire Quanxing headquarters under a glacier."