Chapter 1277

"Let go of that guy! What you're doing is immoral."

"You're breaking the promise you made to us!"

Not only were the spectators unsettled, but many chefs on the field themselves were disturbed.

After all, you cook the food, they're satisfied, and still you end up dead... Who would still be willing to keep cooking? Li Xunfei frowned, glancing at Yamada Ichiro, his voice hoarse, "Are you trying to make those chefs stop putting their heart into cooking?"

"No no!"

Yamada Ichiro, expressionless, extended one finger and shook it.

"Tasty enough! But that's all."

The quality of this dish is utterly unsatisfactory! Serving us a plate of fried rice is an insult to us."

"He deserves to die."

"As for the chefs no longer giving their all—"

Yamada Ichiro sneered, his sharp gaze sweeping across the entire arena, a wave of killing intent surging forth, "If they dare to slack off, kill them."

The overwhelming killing aura surged forward, making many feel suffocated, their voices halting.

The next moment, they saw the massive spaceship in the sky begin to adjust its trajectory, its gun turrets all locking onto the ground below.

Those who had been excited moments ago dared not speak a word.

Even the many chefs who had been restless now clenched their lips, reluctantly continuing to prepare the food.

Yamada Ichiro surveyed the scene, finding everything as expected, and nodded in satisfaction; he whipped his iron chain, hurling Hei Ping Chuazhen high into the air, then slammed him violently down to the ground.

"Use your blood to warn these chefs! Let them risk their lives to create the most perfect dishes."

"I can't stand watching innocent people die before my eyes."

A voice, tinged with resignation, sounded.

Then, a crisp sound rang out.

Countless Iron Man armor components exploded into the air, instantly assembling over Hei Ping Chuazhen's body, turning him into Iron Man.

Terrifying flames erupted from the armored palms, instantly severing the iron chains.

Jet propulsion fired, carrying Hei Ping Chuazhen away at high speed.

He landed beside Tony.

"Kid, are you alright?"

Tony smiled and snapped his fingers; the Iron Man armor instantly detached from Hei Ping Chuazhen's body.

"... Besides feeling a bit dizzy, I'm fine."

Hei Ping Chuazhen's legs trembled slightly as he forced a smile at Tony, "Thank you for saving me!"

"You're welcome!"

Tony shrugged; the hover jets behind him flared, lifting his body into the air as he stared at the three Deep Cycle Hunters in the distance.

"I also despise these hypocrites who say one thing and do another."

The crowd erupted in uproar.

"What just happened? That Iron Man armor... so cool! Is it some country's secret tech? Which nation's mecha tech has reached this level?"

"That guy looks like a Westerner—could it be the United States? No! Look at the U. S. officials on the stage—they're just as stunned! Clearly they didn't know about this."

"What's going on with these people... that golden-haired man is so dazzling! Behind him are the words 'Fourth Hokage'... wait, what does 'Fourth Hokage' mean?"

"That Hanfu-clad Chinese woman is absolutely breathtaking!"

"Didn't you all ignore the guy standing at the front, who looks like a high school student? He looks... ridiculously handsome! And he's standing up front—is he the leader of this group?"

Not just the spectators on the stands were wildly excited.

Even the TV hosts broadcasting live were now thrilled and energized.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Did you see that? An unexpected turn—the Iron Man armor appeared out of nowhere and saved that young man!"

"Does Earth have hidden power too? Has the pressure from the aliens finally forced these hidden forces to emerge?"

The three men on the stands wore grim expressions, coldly staring at Su Han and the others.

"... This is a problem."

Jacks spoke in a low voice.

He stretched his body, his eyes locked tightly on Tony.

As a Green Hulk bloodline user, he couldn't possibly fail to recognize this... Iron Man, the legendary Avenger.

After a brief pause, Jacks' face turned icy and dark, "Fuck, I just want to know—why is Iron Man here?"

"Maybe he's a native reincarnator from this plot world. After all, the Main God—that piece of trash—recruits anyone!"

Yamada Ichiro spoke softly.

But when Yamada Ichiro's gaze swept over the Fourth Hokage, his expression froze; the next instant, disbelief flashed in his eyes.

"Holy shit! Are you kidding? Fourth Hokage—Bofengshui Sect? Why is this guy here?! Has the Main God started recruiting natives to form teams now? Hahahaha, what a terrible joke."

"Calm down. They don't seem to be reincarnators."

Li Xunfei said calmly, his gaze passing over Luo Cuilian.

Although Li Xunfei didn't recognize Luo Cuilian's true identity, he sensed from her a state of harmony between human and Dao.

This woman in Hanfu was a martial arts titan.

Her mastery in martial arts was no less than his—possibly even greater.

On the other side.

"Chief, shall we show our skills this time too?"

Bofengshui Sect lightly swept his hand, pulling out a Flying Lei Shen kunai, a faint smile on his lips.

"Damn, so casual!"

Su Han whispered, "Qiao."

The moment he finished speaking, the Bofengshui Sect's body vanished with a swift whoosh.

He appeared before Yamada Ichirō, blue light spinning rapidly in his palm, "Great Ball Rasengan!"

The Rasengan crashed with a boom into Yamada Ichirō's abdomen, his belly instantly twisted and shredded, blood spraying out.

He screamed in agony as he was blasted away, "It's really the Fourth Hokage! It's the Great Ball Rasengan and Flying Lei Shen!"

Yamada Ichirō was flung dozens of meters away, then suddenly stopped.

He felt the pain, cold sweat beading on his forehead, yet forced himself to calm down.

He stared tightly at the Bofengshui Sect, voice hoarse, "... Terrifying! But... even if you are the Fourth Hokage, you will die here!"

Yamada Ichirō suddenly clapped his hands together; terrifying chakra erupted from his body.

"Eight Gates Released Formation — Gate of Opening, open!"

"Gate of Rest, open! Gate of Life, open!"

"Gate of Injury, open! Gate of Restriction, open!"