Chapter 142: Each Displays Their Own Skill

"Hey, guys, I've drawn their attention—I need fire support!"

"Nice work!"

On the rooftop of a tall building, Steve Rogers in a star-spangled uniform hurled his vibranium shield, smashing a Zitari light anti-gravity vehicle flying overhead, then caught the returning shield and spoke into his comms:

"Lure them to 39th Street—Natasha and Barton will provide fire support!"

"39th Street, got it!"

Tony Stark spoke casually, twisted his trajectory mid-air, and followed the navigation toward 39th Street.

As he passed over a tall building’s rooftop, he glanced up unintentionally—and locked eyes with a Chinese youth on the roof.

In an instant, Tony’s relaxed expression froze, his heart plummeting to his gut.

...Damn it!

Didn’t S.H.I.E.L.D. evacuate everyone in advance?

How is there still a civilian up here?!

Didn’t S.H.I.E.L.D. evacuate everyone in advance?!

Tony gritted his teeth, silently cursing the bald bastard for his incompetence.

He immediately reversed course, trying to lure the Zitari soldiers away to another location.

But unfortunately, the Zitari soldiers on the side had already spotted the youth on the rooftop and grinned wickedly as they raised their forearm cannons and fired at the building.

Seeing this, Tony panicked and spun around, flying toward the building.

But before he could reach it, dozens of energy beams rained down, hammering the rooftop in rapid succession.

"Boom—boom—boom—"

Blue energy beams exploded midair.

The youth was surrounded by a hazy wind barrier; he looked at the stunned Zitari soldiers before him and said calmly:

"Sun Wind Seal: Shaoze Gale!"

In an instant, surging spiritual power erupted from the Shaoze acupoint at his fingertip, transforming into a high-speed spinning airstream that shot toward the dense ranks of Zitari soldiers.

"Slish—"

Amid the hum of slicing air, dozens of Zitari soldiers burst into sprays of blood.

Whether their metal armor or their light personal flight units, all were as flimsy as paper before the Gale Wind, effortlessly severed into two pieces from multiple points.

Blood and severed limbs flew through the air as metal debris rained down.

Yet the pale green wind blade, after slaying dozens of Zitari soldiers, still carried momentum, slicing into the adjacent building, shattering at least three floors of windows and leaving a crack over ten meters long on its surface.

Tony Stark stared, stunned by the incomprehensible technique, and halted his flight, hovering at the rooftop’s edge.

"Not bad!"

Tony stared at the youth, impressed. "Who are you? A magician, or the Chinese ally the bald guy mentioned?"

"The latter!" the youth smiled. "If by 'bald guy' you mean S.H.I.E.L.D. director Nick Fury!"

"Perfect!" Tony nodded. "I like the way you talk about Nick Fury—same taste as mine."

"If not for these unwelcome guests, I’d gladly sit down and chat with you. But right now, I think New York needs you more than I do..."

Hearing Tony’s subtle invitation, the youth smirked, about to reply—when he spotted a flying vehicle emerging between buildings. He flicked his wrist, slicing it into midair with a wind blade.

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion erupted behind him, shattering countless windows.

Tony jumped, turned to watch the wreckage plummeting to the ground, and muttered:

"I’m getting more interested in you now!"

On the other side, Natasha and Barton hovered their Quinjet over 39th Street.

Seeing Iron Man Chichi not appearing, Natasha frowned and asked: "Mr. Stark, we’re in position!"

"No need!" Tony’s voice crackled over the comms. "I’ve met a flying friend—he can give me faster fire support than you two..."

"A flying friend?"

"The Chinese ally you mentioned—don’t you remember?"

Amid the roar of gunfire, Tony fired three micro-missiles from his shoulder, destroying two Zitari light anti-gravity vehicles, then turned to gaze at the youth standing on a vortex of wind, continuously slashing wind blades, and shouted:

"What’s your name again?"

"Slish—"

The youth, like a god of war slaughtering Zitari grunts, grinned, revealing a row of white teeth.

"Su Haoming."

"Oh right—Su Haoming!"

It’s them!

A clumsy Chinese voice crackled over the comms; Natasha exhaled in relief and turned to Hawkeye: "Reinforcements have arrived—head to the front line and support the captain!"

Meanwhile, across New York’s battlefields, group members unleashed their unique abilities, each displaying their own prowess as they slaughtered Zitari grunts.

Fan Xian surged skyward on a vortex, his body wreathed in golden-red flames; with one punch, surging spiritual power transformed into a roaring dragon of golden-red fire that lunged at the Zitari soldiers in the air.

In an instant, dozens of Zitari soldiers were swallowed by the raging inferno.

The searing heat scorched the air, melted metal, and turned countless Zitari soldiers into writhing black silhouettes amid the golden-red flames as they screamed in agony.

As for Fan Xian himself, long before the Zitari soldiers were consumed, he had already ascended into the sky on a vortex, unleashing fire techniques fueled by his radiation-infused mutated spiritual power, continuously slaughtering the endless horde of Zitari grunts.

As the foundation of the magic cultivation system, elemental roots merely amplify corresponding elemental techniques—they don’t prevent group members from learning skills of other elements.

For example, the [Riding the Void Wind] technique within the Sun Wind Seal is the best flight technique for the Qi Nurturing stage.

Most group members without wind roots, including Fan Xian, tend to learn this technique as well.

Xiang Yunye was no exception—but clearly, he had no intention of using a flight technique.

At this moment, he crouched at the edge of a tall building, his right hand lightly pressed against the hard ground beneath him.

"Boom—boom—boom!"

The next second, the concrete skyscraper trembled with thunderous vibrations.

Under the influence of spiritual power, reinforced concrete pillars erupted violently from the ground, transforming into a dense forest of sharp spikes that impaled every Zitari soldier flying between the two buildings.

"What a pain..."

Watching the still-twitching Zitari soldiers impaled on the spikes, Xiang Yunye sighed, waved his hand—and blood laced with chemical irritants shot from their bodies like crimson arrows, piercing their foreheads.

As a water-earth dual-element cultivator, Xiang Yunye’s combat effectiveness in midair was slightly inferior.

Though his spiritual power could directly transform into matter, its efficiency was far lower than directly manipulating existing matter.

In contrast, Fan Xian and Su Haoming moved like fish in water—whether wind or fire techniques, both could achieve maximum efficiency under spiritual power’s matter-transformation capability.

"If only it would rain right now!"

Xiang Yunye gazed at the sky above, pondered briefly, then rose on a vortex and flew toward Stark Tower.

He did possess a technique for localized rainfall—but it required a long casting time.

To cast faster, he needed help from someone else.

Like the Thunder God currently fighting atop Stark Tower—Thor Odinson!

"Get out of my way!"

Clad in armor and a cloak, Thor roared, swinging Mjolnir toward his enemy.

But before his hammer touched the foe’s skin, a heavier, larger hammer hurtled toward him, crashing into Mjolnir with crackling lightning.

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion sent shockwaves rippling outward in all directions.

Both figures were flung backward, each flying over ten meters before crashing heavily onto the concrete ground.

The solid concrete cracked into two massive craters; Thor pushed himself up, glaring at the towering figure before him.

The man stood over four meters tall, clad in armor, his skin pitch-black, wielding a shape-shifting metal hammer—he was Black Dwarf, one of the Black Order’s Five Generals under Thanos.

Long before the portal opened, Thor had arrived here, trying to stop his brother Loki.

But Loki, already jealous of his foolish brother, grew more determined to invade Earth the more Thor urged him to return to Asgard and surrender.

With reason failing, Thor chose to try brute force.

Just as he prepared to beat his little brother senseless, two Black Order generals appeared and Lianshou blocked him, allowing Loki to successfully open the portal and summon the Zitari mercenaries.

Afterwards, Loki joined forces with the two generals and drove Thor into retreat.

But fortunately, just as Loki had the Black Order’s aid, two powerful reinforcements suddenly appeared on Thor’s side.

Both were East Asian— one possessed astonishing skill; upon arrival, he displayed incredible swordsmanship, nearly decapitating another Black Order general—the Blade Commander.

Unfortunately, the Blade Commander had extraordinary regenerative abilities.

The wounds inflicted by the swordmaster healed completely within seconds.

The other was far more treacherous—an assassin-type warrior, Thor’s least favorite kind.

But at least he was facing the equally treacherous Trickster God Loki; seeing his little brother being outmaneuvered by a mortal assassin, Thor felt oddly satisfied.

Thanks to these two Earthlings, the Blade Commander and Loki were both held back.

Thor only needed to defeat the Black Dwarf before him to break the stalemate.

In raw power, the Black Dwarf was no match for him.

But this guy was thick-skinned, with uniquely structured skin tissue—extremely dense and capable of absorbing impact.

Sol had traded blows with him for countless rounds but still couldn’t break his defense; the stalemate continues to this day.

At that moment, Lin Lie, who was fighting the Deathblade General, seemed to find an opening.

Suddenly, the Fuxi Sword in his hand bent sharply, parrying the twin-bladed longsword, then carved a perfect arc through the air, slicing toward the sword’s hilt with brilliant, deadly white light.

“Moonlight Slash!”

In a daze, the Deathblade General saw what appeared to be a full moon rising before his eyes.

He hastily retracted his longsword, sacrificing his arm to avoid Lin Lie’s Moonlight Slash.

Lin Lie lightly tapped his toe and instantly retreated, the emerald Fuxi Sword slanted toward the ground as he gazed at the Deathblade General’s healing stump and said slowly:

“Now I understand why you call yourself the Deathblade General…”

“If I’m not mistaken, this twin-bladed longsword is your true form!”

(End of Chapter)