Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

While everyone was stunned by Peter's amazing performance, Peter casually looked up at the vultures in the sky:

"Next, it's your turn!"

The moment Vulture's gaze met Peter's icy stare, he involuntarily shuddered, as if he saw the phantom of death behind Peter.

gudu~

The vulture unconsciously swallowed.

Coming to his senses, he suddenly flapped his wings, throwing out all the steel feathers stored in his iron wings at once.

Following closely behind...

He turned and left, as if he had made up his mind!

Screw the Evil Six!

Screw Kingpin's pay!

What's the point of having money if you're too dead to enjoy it?

What? You're asking if running away now will offend Kingpin?

So what if we offend them?

Offending Kingpin only meant the possibility of death.

But if he wants to stay here and fight this monster to the death, he will definitely die!

With that thought in mind, the vulture manipulated its wings even more diligently!

Run!

Ideally, I should fly out of New York in one go!

Stay away from Kingpin and the arbiters, and the sky's the limit!

The vulture desperately tried to escape with a glimmer of hope.

He flew and flew until he could no longer hear any sound behind him, and then he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

This time it should be safe... um? What is this?

The vulture's peripheral vision... oh, no, it was the corner of his eye that suddenly noticed something black silently following him.

What the hell?

The vulture glanced at it briefly, then was so frightened that it nearly died on the spot.

The thing that had been following him was none other than the Arbiter's flying skateboard!

The moment this thought crossed my mind, the Arbiter's voice emanated from the flying skateboard:

"Suprise, mather fxxker~!"

Bud!

High-level driving skills, no awkward driving is the answer!

The self-proclaimed inventor "Vulture" has never hated technological progress as much as he does now.

His bald head was unknowingly covered in cold sweat.

But he was still unwilling to give up and kept encouraging himself.

It's okay, it's just a flying skateboard with a heavy machine gun mounted on it.

Just watch whether I do anything or not!

With that thought in mind, the vulture steeled its resolve and immediately began to show off its special skills in the air.

Da da da~!

The heavy machine gun on the flying skateboard began to spit fire wildly.

The vulture dodged and weaved through the hail of bullets, though parts of its body, such as its arms and thighs, were bleeding profusely from the bullets, and one of its legs was even blown off on the spot.

But he couldn't help but burst into loud laughter.

I did it! I did it!

So what if it's a heavy machine gun? It still can't hit my vitals!

Just as he was thinking this smugly to himself...

biu~!

A bright blue electromagnetic pulse shot out, and this energy blast instantly pierced through the iron wings on his back and his entire chest.

The vulture's eyes widened as it stared at the gaping hole in the chest.

Just then, he heard the "Judge's" relaxed and languid voice coming from the flying skateboard again:

"Laser weapon, Old Deng~"

Oh my god! I hate high technology!

After this final thought flashed through his mind, the vulture's vision went black, and he lost consciousness.

His body fell from the sky like a large bird.

But before he could land on the ground and endanger pedestrians, the flying skateboard caught his body steadily.

The iron wings on his back were valuable items that could be used for sacrifices, so how could Peter possibly watch the duck that was already in his mouth fly away!

……

"Done!"

After confirming through the consciousness information transmitted back by the Wheel of Fortune that the Vulture was dead and that his iron wings had been taken back by the Wheel of Fortune.

Peter glanced at Gwen, who was surrounded by Bullseye and his three companions, and finally asked out of concern:

"Miss Ghost Spider, are you sure you don't need help?"

"No need!" Gwen replied without hesitation.

"I said I'd fight four, and I mean it!"

"Alright!" Seeing that Gwen didn't want him to get involved in her fight, Peter didn't press the matter.

"Then I'll go check on Tony's situation first!"

After saying this, Peter gracefully departed, his feet moving like moonlight.

As for whether Gwen will suffer at the hands of Bullseye's group.

The answer to this question is undoubtedly no.

There's no reason why Gwen, whom I've been training for half a month, wouldn't be able to handle these lousy fish.

Besides! Even if I wasn't there, there's still the Wheel of Fortune on its way back!

Stands possess a certain degree of autonomy!

If Gwen really gets into danger, the Wheel of Fortune will step in to help her out!

……

Boom boom boom!

High in the sky, the sounds of explosions continued to echo.

At this moment, the battle between Iron Man and Iron Monger has reached its climax!

Moreover, the situation is visibly developing in a direction unfavorable to Tony.

The Mark III's performance was indeed superior to the Iron Monger.

However, because Tony wanted to show off to the fullest, he didn't want too many firearms to ruin the aesthetics of the suit.

As time went on, Tony found that his weapon stockpile was clearly running low!

After he ran out of weapons, he only had the palm cannon and the energy cannon in his chest left to use.

And the Iron Monger...

As a war machine built by the arms dealer Obadiah, this thing was never designed with aesthetics in mind; its main focus was on piling on materials.

The Iron Monger's body was filled with a large amount of ammunition.

This allowed the Iron Monger to gradually demonstrate its advantages after enduring the initial round of bombing.

When Tony only had his palm cannon and energy cannon left, Iron Monger could still fire weapons from all over his body, forcing Mark III to rely on his speed to dodge in a sorry state.

"How ironic, Tony!"

Seeing that the situation was starting to develop in his favor again, Obadiah regained his confidence and began to mock Tony again:

"You wanted to keep the world free of weapons, but you invented the greatest weapon of all time!"

"And...you're about to die at the hands of the very weapon you developed, simply because you hate weapons!"

As Obadiah smugly recited his award acceptance speech, Tony hesitated about whether to use the fact that high-altitude air currents would freeze the armor to deal with Iron Monger.

"Oh~ really?" A relaxed, languid voice rang out somewhat abruptly.

"But I don't think so."

The sudden voice startled Obadiah and Tony.

The two instinctively turned their heads to look, and then... they saw Peter "strolling" in the air.

"Sir, an abnormal scenario has been detected; a virus is suspected of attacking my core program again!"

Jarvis started giving errors again.

"Shut up!" Tony interrupted Jarvis's report impatiently and immediately canceled the self-test procedure.

It's incredibly rude to question your father like that!

"Jarvis, there is no need to report any unusual reactions related to 'The Arbiter' Peter Parker from now on."

"So, sir, what should we do now?" Jarvis asked blankly.

"Is that even a question?" A relaxed smile appeared on Tony's face.

"Just watch Daddy's moves, that's all!"