Boom…
A scorching mushroom cloud stood in the event grounds, with gray-black smoke enveloping the entire area.
"Thank goodness I ran early. If I'd been caught in that, I'd probably be cooked!" Choji Akimichi patted his plump, soft chest, his heart still racing.
Being a mortal, he wasn't as tough as some others. If he'd been caught in the explosion, he'd likely have been roasted to a well-done, almost charred state.
"When I was escaping, I saw a few fighter jets fly overhead. Whose are they?" Deidara scanned the people nearby, asking curiously.
As an artist who saw explosions as art, he often browsed the shopping mall for various explosion-related items, so he recognized the fighter jets.
"Didn't buy any," the people around answered one after another. For them, fighter jets were pretty useless.
Some people came from worlds with advanced technology and could purchase weapons far superior to fighter jets and missiles. Others came from extraordinary worlds, their personal combat strength equivalent to mobile missiles, making fighter jets and missiles a waste of money.
The remaining people were simply poor, unable to afford fighter jets and missiles, or unwilling to spend money on something as optional as fighter jets and missiles.
"If it's not you guys, then could it be..." Deidara looked at the brightly lit city in the distance, deep in thought.
Most of the others shared Deidara's thoughts, guessing that the previous fighter jets belonged to the military of this world.
...They want to kill us! The members easily reached this conclusion, and weren't surprised by it at all, finding it quite normal.
If a bunch of strangers barged into your house and caused a ruckus, you'd definitely want to drive them away.
And their actions were even more excessive than causing a ruckus. It was like imagining a homeowner picking up a weapon to defend their home against intruders.
But understanding it didn't mean they'd let it go. They had almost been killed, and revenge was necessary.
A bunch of people narrowed their eyes, concealing their wicked intentions.
If the people from the other world could think of it, how could Tony Stark not? Knowing politicians as well as he did, the chances of those curly-haired baboons sending in the army to attack again were incredibly high.
I don't seem to be able to stop it!
Tsk! This is a headache!
Tony Stark frowned. There was no need to waste his precious brain cells on something he couldn't prevent. His thoughts jumped to the issue of his identity being exposed. After all, the flamboyant Tony never intended to hide.
"Tsk! Such a pain."
Tony Stark pouted. He could already foresee the trouble that would come in the following days; he figured a bunch of people would be bothering him.
This time, he'd failed to get his way and ended up with nothing to show for it. He came to participate in the Event, only to get the participation award, and now he even had to pay for a meal.
...What does Monster Brother eat? Tony Stark's expression was a little strange.
If it ate ordinary food, like chicken, duck, fish, apples, or pears… that would be fine. But if its diet consisted of weird things…
Thinking about how Monster Brother had stopped what it was doing at the mention of food, Tony Stark's face gradually darkened. It seemed it had been hungry for a long time.
Suddenly, Tony felt he'd been too casual before and should have considered the situation more.
The boat had sailed, the rice was cooked.
Thinking more about it now was useless. He could only take it one step at a time. He hoped Monster Brother's diet was normal and wouldn't make his wallet shrink too much.
Tony tapped his mask lightly, dismissing one worry, and moved on to the next: how to deal with all the organizations that would inevitably pester him in various ways.
"First, Pepper needs to become a member to ensure her safety. Second… there is no second. Just evade or make things up…" Tony Stark nodded slightly, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Yes, just make things up, just play them for fools…"
Considering all the factors, there was no reason for him to tell the truth, so he should just make something up and be evasive.
A group of people were actively thinking, each pondering different things. As they were lost in thought, time slowly passed. The wind blew, and the smoke drifted. The thick black smoke that had enveloped the event venue was almost gone, and the scene inside was becoming faintly visible.
Whether it was the members on-site or the people watching the live broadcast from various locations, everyone was paying close attention, staring intently at the scene within the venue.
The armored giants, in shades of blue, green, and red, stood silently in the desert, their imposing bodies showing no signs of damage.
The Thousand-Hand Guanyin Statue seemed darker on its surface, with more areas showing cracks. Some of its arms were broken, and the damage was more severe.
The golden Nine-Tailed Fox had disappeared, replaced by a very solid, golden fox head.
Godzilla's eyes glowed red, and his anger was rising again…
The others had also sustained some damage, but they had successfully defended against the explosion and were unharmed.
Mu Yang stared blankly at the horizon, slowly opening his mouth and exhaling a puff of black smoke.
The satisfaction of a bunch of missiles exploding around him was truly beyond words.
Simply put, it was great! Well done! I'll remember you! Just wait for my revenge!
The others in the arena weren't paying attention to who'd launched the missiles, instead focusing on the Abomination.
After a long and arduous... well, it didn't take that long, and it wasn't that arduous... battle.
The Abomination had been successfully defeated, and was slowly turning into black ashes and dissipating. Two "beeps" sounded in their minds, the notification that the Event rankings had been released.
The members all checked the rankings. At the top was Monkey D. Garp, with his avatar on the left and his score on the right.
Looking at the avatar, everyone's minds conjured an image of an old man floating in the air, swinging his fists so fast they were just blurs, throwing countless punches per second, each punch powerful enough to shatter mountains and cleave through peaks.
Yep, deserved.
The second through fifth rankings were Sengoku, Uchiha Madara, Senju Hashirama, and Dracule Mihawk.
All of them were terrifying, monster-level powerhouses. The members didn't bother looking at the subsequent rankings for now; instead, they focused on who had killed the Abomination. Even though there were no kill rewards, they were still curious.
The first event, the first time they'd teamed up to take down a BOSS... they were really curious who would get the First Kill!
They switched pages to check the killer. An unfamiliar name entered the members' sight.
Clay Brown.
"Who? Does anyone know him?" Rasa asked those nearby.
"Don't know him, never heard of him," Jiraiya, who spent his free time in the group, said. "He's not in the group."
"Not in the group?!" Black Zetsu's eyes widened, a bad feeling creeping in.
Deidara suddenly thought of the beautiful explosions and said with a slight surprise, "Could it be… As expected of explosions, truly amazing, hmm!"
In other words, the BOSS's First Kill was stolen by an irrelevant person?!
A bunch of people immediately felt like a flock of bleating sheep were stampeding through their minds, turning everything into a chaotic mess, extremely disordered.
It was like a group of people putting in all their effort to grab something but failing, while a passerby casually obtained it. That feeling…
Was quite infuriating!
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