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“Wuu wuu wuu!”

Yang Le tightened the bandages. Robbie kicked and punched rapidly but couldn't break free. Yang Le focused his face, woven from bandages, directly on Robbie's struggling form. A faint purple light flickered in his eyes, the same illusion magic that had controlled Night Thrasher before.

Robbie's quick-ball effect could withstand physical attacks, but it was useless against magic illusions. Robbie was thus trapped in the illusion woven by Yang Le.

The illusion Yang Le crafted for Robbie was, of course, everything he had experienced in the comics. People often say the best teacher is oneself, so let you teach yourself.

Thus, the entire New Warriors, except for their leader, Mister Immortal, were incapacitated. As for Mister Immortal, Yang Le really didn't think much of him. Besides reviving, he couldn't do anything else; he might as well go bite a lighter.

Mister Immortal knew he couldn't stop Yang Le, but he couldn't abandon the children in the house, especially since he had already called headquarters for help. Now, he just needed to stall until the reinforcements arrived.

Yang Le looked at Mister Immortal striking a fighting pose, and in his heart, he was wondering when Gwen and the others would appear. After all, if they didn't come soon, he didn't know how else to delay.

“Crackle!”

With a few crisp sounds, the skylight of the laboratory suddenly shattered, and several figures jumped into the laboratory from outside.

‘Finally here.’ Yang Le sighed inwardly, turning to look behind him.

“Your good days are over, villain!” Harry, fully suited up, jumped off his glider. With the help of a voice changer, even those most familiar with Harry couldn't recognize that this cool, skateboarding guy was actually the young master of Oscorp.

Beside him, Gwen and George, in their Spider-suits, Peter, transformed into the Lizard, and Frank, the Punisher, carrying a gun, stood beside him in a decent formation.

Facing this entrance, Yang Le and Mister Immortal's feelings were hard to describe, but the audience watching the live broadcast was exploding.

After seeing their favorite superheroes being beaten violently, the audience's emotions had been suppressed to the extreme. Now, with a group of heroes descending from the sky, how could they not be excited?

Of course, if these reinforcements could defeat the bad guy, the audience's emotions would undoubtedly rise to an even higher level, and that's what Yang Le and the others were going to do next.

‘Let's see what you're made of.’ Yang Le almost blurted out this line, but it didn't matter. Yang Le was indeed going to suffer a setback next, so saying a certain master's line was no big deal.

“Oh, please.” Gwen couldn't help but shake her head. “Let's just end this quickly.”

After speaking, Gwen shot out a web and swung towards Yang Le.

“Be careful!” Mister Immortal shouted a reminder. “Physical attacks are useless against this mummy.”

“Got it.” Although Gwen agreed, she still charged towards Yang Le, but the suit on her body changed. Countless nano-crystals began to move in ways invisible to the naked eye, and finally, Gwen's legs turned into two sharp blades.

‘Woah! Camille!’ Yang Le's eyes widened, and his body quickly disintegrated, turning into a pile of bandages to dodge Gwen's kick.

Before Gwen's next attack arrived, Yang Le quickly reformed his body, while his arms were bound into two sharp cones, and with the enhancement of Tian energy, Yang Le's hands also turned into two blades.

Yang Le's dual blades were barely ready when Gwen's next attack came. She raised her right leg high and slashed down at Yang Le. Yang Le reached out to block, and with a “clang,” sparks flew. Yang Le used his right hand to block Gwen's kick. Gwen didn't linger, using the foot on Yang Le's right hand as a fulcrum, she flipped backward, leaving Yang Le's attack range, causing Yang Le's sneak attack from above to miss.

Missing the attack, Yang Le didn't give up, and the bandages attacked Gwen again. Gwen crossed her hands to support herself on the ground, performing a reverse roundhouse kick, shattering all the bandages.

In just the short exchange just now, Yang Le realized that Gwen had indeed grown a lot during the time he was away. The control of the suit and the control of the battle situation were completely different from a year ago. If it weren't for being restrained, the previous Inheritors family, except for the patriarch Solus and Karn, would definitely not be her opponents.

Gwen stood on her bladed legs, looking like a ballerina on tiptoes. She put her hands on her hips and said, “Okay, game time is over, time to get serious?”

Yang Le: “?”

As soon as Gwen finished speaking, countless pink light streams suddenly appeared on her legs, eventually converging on the blades of her legs to form two pink light blades.

Knowing the abilities of the Symbiotes, Yang Le saw at a glance that these pink, tiny light streams were the Symbiote's photonic blood. The Symbiote has the ability to emit laser beams by activating the photonic blood, and the lasers on Gwen's legs were the same.

It not only increased the sharpness of the blade but also added additional fire damage. It must be said that Gwen's idea was indeed very clever.

Of course, it would be even better if it wasn't used on me. It seems I have to be serious, or else I might really capsize in the gutter today.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Le silently increased the Tian energy output on his hands.

Looking at Yang Le's hands with even more intense purple light, Gwen raised the corners of her mouth in satisfaction, and then shouted and rushed towards Yang Le.

“Hah!”

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“Ouch!”

Robbie had just opened his eyes when he heard a cry of pain. He was very familiar with this voice, it was one of the members of his team, the Mykian, Zacharias. When he completely recovered, he saw the Mykian covering his face, getting up from the ground.

“Zacharias?” Robbie exclaimed, as if seeing something incredible.

“It's me.” Little Zacharias said vaguely, covering his right face. “I was originally going to wait for you to wake up and go out for a big meal to celebrate, but now I think I'll just forget about it.”

“But you weren't…” Robbie struggled to get out of bed.

“What's wrong with me?” Little Zacharias looked at Robbie in confusion. He felt that Robbie's mental state might not be very stable, and was thinking about whether to call a nurse.

“Weren't you killed by me?” Robbie covered his head and said something shocking.

As for Little Zacharias, who heard this, he was sure in his heart that Robbie must have injured his brain in the battle.

“And Dwayne and Namorita.” Robbie ruffled his golden hair. “They, they were also killed by me, and 612 civilians, including 60 children.”

Seeing Robbie's words getting more and more outrageous, Little Zacharias resolutely pressed the call button on the bedside.