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

The interval between the third game was longer than that between the first two games.

It wasn't because the venue needed repairs, but because both sides had fallen silent.

The atmosphere on the Justice League's side was visibly heavy.

The results of the first two games were completely unexpected; neither Cyborg nor The Flash were weaklings.

In particular, Barry's Speed ​​Force represented an almost unbeatable speed advantage in the DC universe, but it was ultimately defeated head-on by Thor, who brought a zoo with him.

"I'll do it." Superman Clark stood up.

Two words, calm and without any aggression.

But the hairs on the heads of all the supernatural beings present stood on end at the same time.

That wasn't the oppression of Qi; it was a pure physical sense of presence.

When Clark walked to the center of the arena, the air density within a two-meter radius around him underwent a visible change in refraction, and light rays slid slightly across his body.

man of Steel.

Literally, his body density surpasses that of any known matter on this planet.

"The Avengers?"

Tony's tone was more serious than the previous two times.

No one volunteered this time.

After a moment of silence, a large hand parted the crowd.

Banner came out, still dressed in his programmer outfit.

He wore a faded plaid shirt with only two buttons fastened, and wrinkled khaki pants.

But the brocade robe draped over his shoulders radiated golden light, and the thick Buddhist beads around his neck clinked gently with his steps, making a crisp sound.

Each sound was like the striking of a wooden fish.

"Bruce Banner?" Clark recognized him.

In the Justice League's intelligence database, Bruce Banner is listed as a gamma-radiation mutant who can transform into the Hulk.

A shapeshifter who relies on brute force.

Clark's combat experience told him that although these opponents were strong, their speed and reaction time were far inferior to his own.

"Mr. Banner, I will control my strength," Clark said politely.

Banner nodded, a shy smile appearing on his refined face: "I'll try my best not to hurt you either."

That sounds like a polite remark.

But Li Ang almost spat out his tea while watching from the distant viewing platform.

"start."

Clark chose the most direct method: thermal imaging.

Two crimson beams of light shot out from his eyes, reaching temperatures of tens of thousands of degrees.

The beam of light struck Banner squarely in the chest.

To be precise, it hit Banner's brocade robe.

The red heat vision collided with the golden fabric, but it didn't penetrate, didn't burn, and didn't even produce a wisp of smoke.

The beam of light exploded on the surface of the robe, creating a golden ripple, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.

The ripples spread out in concentric circles, then disappeared without a trace.

"What?"

Clark's attack did not stop; the intensity of his thermal vision increased fivefold within three seconds.

The golden ripples became denser, but still did not penetrate.

Zhang Zhiwei slowly stood up from the stands.

The old celestial master's gaze was fixed on the cassock, his pupils reflecting golden ripples.

"A Buddhist defensive artifact? And it looks to be of decent quality."

Banner's lips moved slightly, producing a soft sound that resonated throughout the valley.

Sanskrit.

Calming Mantra.

"Om Mani Padme Hum..."

The chanting didn't sound like it was coming from one person's throat, but rather like hundreds or thousands of monks chanting in unison.

The sound waves spread outward from Banner, and golden Buddhist symbols appeared in the air, swirling around him.

Clark's super hearing became his greatest weakness at this moment.

The Sanskrit chants deliver a spiritual impact that strikes directly into the depths of consciousness.

Clark felt as if a golden ocean had suddenly appeared in his mind.

Countless golden carp swam in the ocean, each chanting the same scripture.

The scriptures tried to soothe every cell in his body, telling him to let go of his obsessions and to stop fighting.

"Psychological attack?!"

Clark bit his tongue, using the pain to pull himself back to reality from that golden ocean.

When he opened his eyes, the scene he saw made his pupils shrink.

Banner has changed.

His hair had turned from brown to a dazzling gold, standing straight up.

The muscles throughout his body had doubled in size, but the muscle definition was no longer as rough as before.

Golden flames erupted from his body, mingling with the golden light of his robe, making him resemble a golden Buddha statue that had been set ablaze.

Super Saiyan state, with the Fahai template superimposed.

"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon".

The golden chanting changed dramatically in that instant.

It was no longer gentle persuasion, but a form of repression, which spread from the spiritual realm to the physical level.

Within a radius of 100 meters, everyone's negative emotions were forcibly suppressed.

The faces of the strange people in the stands all became peaceful, and even Gong Qing's perpetually sinister eyes seemed to glaze over.

"This isn't a fight," Tony muttered under his breath from the sidelines. "This is a ritual."

Clark felt unprecedented pressure.

His steel body is almost immune to physical attacks, but Banner's power is mixed with a mental attribute he has never encountered before.

The golden Sanskrit symbols attached to his skin made his movements a little sluggish.

"That's interesting."

Clark's gaze turned serious. He bent his legs, gathering his strength for a lunge...

Disappeared.

Superman's speed was equally terrifying; he appeared in front of Banner almost instantly, his right fist slamming down with the power to shatter the continental shelf.

Banner didn't dodge; he also threw a right punch.

boom!

The two fists collided.

The ground in the very center of the valley caved in three meters in that instant.

The shockwave spread outward from the two people as the center, causing the holographic shield to flicker wildly, and the aliens on the viewing platform were thrown about by the shockwave.

Then, Superman flew away.

Banner's uppercut changed angle upon impact, and Clark's chin took a solid hit.

call out!

Superman's body arced into the sky, pierced through the clouds, and disappeared into the night.

The valley was completely silent.

Five seconds later, a black dot fell from the sky and landed steadily in its original position.

Clark stood there, touching his reddened chin with his left hand, his expression more one of... shock than pain.

"There's a power in your fist, trying to... purify the energy within me?"

Banner has regained his Super Saiyan form; his blond hair has returned to brown, and his muscles have shrunk back to normal proportions.

He wrapped his robe tighter around himself and scratched his head sheepishly.

"Ah, that's the power of Buddhism's salvation. I'm sorry, I didn't collect it completely."

Superman remained silent for a long time before turning to look at Bruce Wayne in the distance.

"I surrender."

The weight of those two words coming from Superman's mouth was so heavy that it made everyone in the Justice League tense up.

"Your power is completely unreasonable."

Superman looked at Li Ang in the distance, his gentleness still there, but with an added layer of solemnity he had never shown before.

"That gashapon machine was definitely beyond my comprehension."

Li Ang raised his teacup from the viewing platform, offering a distant salute.

Within half an hour of the friendly match ending, the Justice League's style underwent a complete 180-degree change.

When they arrived at the camp earlier, their attitude was polite, but there was an underlying arrogance in them.

It's different now.

The Flash chases after Quicksilver to learn how to control the Speed ​​Force, while Cyborg squats next to Barton, studying the molecular structure of Armament Haki in an attempt to input it into his database.

Superman stared at Banner's robes thoughtfully for a long time.

The biggest change was in Wayne.

The Dark Knight didn't participate in any of the matches, but he watched all three.

As a human being at the pinnacle of power, relying solely on intelligence and equipment without superpowers, Wayne understands better than anyone what the difference in power systems means.

He found Li Ang immediately after the friendly match ended.

"I also want to try the gashapon machine."

Wayne's voice was low, and his gaze was fixed on Li Ang.

"I've used up a bunch of junk from the previous gashapon pulls, now I need to place an additional order."

Li Ang leaned against the counter and tapped his fingers on the table.

"How many do you want to buy?"

"This time, I'm going to use the premium gacha pull, and I'll exchange it for kryptonite!"