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Here, the universe, which most people could hardly explore in a lifetime, is displayed as an exhibit, with so many that it seems endless.

By simply observing randomly, Bai Ye could see many universes being destroyed and born. This was a world more infinite than infinity, but with his current strength, he simply couldn't see them all.

Because Bai Ye's strength is still weak, he hasn't even reached the level of a single universe, so his vision can't penetrate into those universes. With the help of the shuttle, he was quickly sucked into one of the worlds.

On Earth, seeing that everything was working properly with the White Night watch, Reed breathed a sigh of relief.

At least they haven't lost contact, and it's possible for them to come back if they want to.

“Inform Mr. Stark that a time traveler has been discovered in the Indian region, and His Majesty wishes to capture him alive,” Reed said to the researcher beside him.

Upon hearing that she had been captured alive, Gwen, who was watching from the side, also felt relieved.

After watching the Convict Games, she no longer believes her organization can compete with this world full of hidden talents.

Any one of those superpowered individuals could easily defeat 90% of the organization's members; in terms of combat power alone, there's absolutely no comparison.

Meanwhile, in the Indianapolis, seven Spider-Men dressed in different outfits sat together, observing everything before them.

"To be honest, this Earth in this world seems pretty good," a Spider-Man dressed in what looks like armor remarked as he invaded the network.

"Peaceful tranquility and dictatorial madness are intertwined."

An electronic version of Spider-Man said in a slightly electronic voice, "Judging from reality alone, this is the most peaceful Earth I have ever encountered since I traveled through the universe. It is peaceful like never before."

The man dressed in a Stars and Stripes spider suit said coldly, "Put collars around everyone's necks and use force to suppress the world. I wonder how long this peace can last."

“Don’t be careless. One of our members has already gone missing in this universe. We don’t know what kind of terrible torture he has suffered. We’d better be cautious.” Another Spider-Man, carrying a long sword on his back and with a rather ancient look, said seriously.

Just as the seven Spider-Men were discussing among themselves, a phone call came from a nearby prison. When the warden saw the caller's nickname, his expression immediately turned serious.

"Mr. President, what are your orders?" the warden of the Indian district asked sternly.

"President Stark is looking for Mahiva tea! Okay, I'll go and inform him right away."

Holding the phone, the warden hurriedly ran towards the depths of the prison, where, at the very back, sat a man with long hair reaching his back and a burly build.

Hearing hurried footsteps in the distance, the man opened his eyes and said, "Zakir, what's the matter?"

"It's a call from President Stark, asking you to go on a mission to capture a group of guys alive."

“There are seven intruders in total, right near you. Capture any people or things that look red and black, or that are associated with spiders. Oh, and these people are also wearing a watch like this on their wrists.”

After the warden finished speaking, a 3D image appeared in front of Mashiva Tea, showing Peter's old photos as Spider-Man and a dimensional travel watch.

“This is the person His Majesty wants. You can be released from prison after this job is done,” the warden said, handing the tracking device to the other person.

"Is this the person His Majesty wants to capture alive? I will definitely complete the mission."

Mashiwacha slowly rose to his feet, the shadow cast by the lamplight behind him directly enveloping the warden's body.

He took the device, put it on his eyes, and leaped forward. His body instantly broke through the reinforced concrete enclosure, creating a crater several meters wide before disappearing from sight.

Three minutes later, in a desolate area of ​​New Delhi, a towering figure, resembling a demon, blocked the path of the seven.

“Hey buddy, you’re blocking our way,” a hippie Spider-Man said as he stepped forward, but the next second everyone’s expression changed in unison as their spider-senses kicked in.

'This is bad news; the visitor is up to no good.'

This was the first thought in the minds of the seven Spider-Men; they wanted to dodge but could only watch as the opponent's fist, the size of a sandbag, drew ever closer.

"boom!"

The hippie Spider-Man felt a jolt in his brain before losing consciousness and being deeply embedded in the earth.

Seeing their teammate's shriveled brain and the blood squeezing from his seven orifices, the other Spider-Men looked grim. He was definitely dead.

"I am Mashiwacha, who once received His Majesty's autograph. Now I am going to capture you alive. Remember my name!" Mashiwacha said proudly.

"Who asked you?" several Spider-Men cursed under their breath, looking at their lifeless teammates. "Is this what you call capturing them alive?"

"Yes, this is a resurrection job. As long as you haven't been dead for more than half an hour, I can use my internal energy to bring you all back to life."

Mashiva clenched his fist and said coldly, "So, you don't need to be afraid of being beaten to death by me next."

Chapter 262 Four Hundred Aunts

In the Indian district, Spider Seven... the six-man group looked at the man standing in the distance like a demon god, their faces showing expressions of great alarm.

I can’t beat them. I can’t beat them at all.

In the past, the enemies they faced were those that, although seemingly invincible in their destructive power, would destroy houses and demolish fields at the drop of a hat.

However, in terms of speed and reaction time, they are not much different from ordinary people.

That's why they were able to handle countless attacks from their opponents with ease, thanks to their quick wit and spider-like senses.

Unfortunately for them, what they've encountered now is Mahiwa Tea, which has taken the top spot in countless crime-ridden areas.

In order to achieve victory, all his attributes had already been boosted to their peak.

Whether it's strength, speed, defense, immortality, mental strength, or special abilities, he's in the top tier—a true all-rounder.

Otherwise, if there were even the slightest flaw in the skills of the strange and unusual contestants from other regions, they would have been wiped out long ago.

The agility that Spider-Men supposedly possess is practically equivalent to time standing still in the face of Mashiva's normal speed of more than ten times the speed of sound.

There was absolutely no chance of winning.

Mashiva Cha's lips curled into a sinister smile as he stomped his feet hard on the ground.

In a mere instant, he stomped a net-like crack dozens of meters long into the ground, and amidst the billowing dust, he gathered his strength and struck the six men.

After all, even if they could be resurrected, if these people were beaten into pieces here and there, and their bodies were severely damaged, there would still be no way to save them.

In the almost frozen moment, several Spider-Men had already sensed which part of their bodies the man would attack using their spider-sense.

I've got the hang of it mentally, and I do know how to dodge.

You only need to move your body 30 centimeters to the right within 0.001 seconds to dodge the attack. Sounds simple, right?

However, their bodies are unable to perform the corresponding movements.

Before he could even react, his body twisted and his internal organs burst as he vomited blood and collapsed to the ground under Mashiwacha's fist.

Instant kill, no doubt instant kill.

Amidst the scattered dust, Mashiwacha surveyed the fallen figures, utterly dead.

"Reporting to the President, they've captured him and are preparing the resurrection procedure," Mahiva Cha said into the communicator around his neck.

After he finished speaking, he stepped forward and laid the bodies of these people together.

His inner energy surged forth, determined to pull these people back from the brink of death before they were truly dead.

Meanwhile, at the Spider-League base in the multiverse, a Spider-Man looked at the seven who had lost contact and said, "It's now certain that everything in that universe is extremely hostile to us."

"It's time to send that guy from Universe 51778." Spider-Man's tone was incredibly cold, showing he had absolutely no sympathy for this universe that had caused the deaths of countless team members.

Although they have the ability to resurrect the dead Spider-Men, the pain of death is still unbearable.

“Universe 51778! Could it be that person?” Spider-Man exclaimed in surprise.

Yes, the original TV version.

"Oh……"

On the outskirts of India, as surging energy flowed from the dantian, it slowly repaired several corpses that looked like tattered rag dolls.

Suddenly, Mashiwa looked up and saw a person dressed in a red and blue spider uniform looking down at him from a distant mountain.

"Who are you?"

Mashiwacha looked at the figures on the mountain, his tone slightly hesitant.

The president didn't say there was an eighth person, did he?

High on the mountain, this Spider-Man, who had suddenly appeared, was looking down at Mahiva Tea. He casually lowered his body, his left hand behind him, his right hand gripping the ground like a claw, and coldly said in Japanese:

"The man who avenged countless teammates, the four hundred aunties!"

As he spoke, the Spider-Man made different hand gestures, which looked... a bit awkward.

"Huh? Where did this weirdly dressed clown come from?"

Mahivacha was completely unaware of the seriousness of the situation, wearing a skeptical smile.

But then, when Mashiwacha saw the figure slowly appearing behind Spider-Man, his expression changed instantly.

A colossal mech, 60 meters tall and composed of a mix of red, yellow, black, and blue colors, with a head resembling a leopard, is rising behind Spider-Man.

"Leopard Warrior, combine!"

Spider-Man roared, and in the next instant, he leaped into the interior of the giant mech.

Before Mahiva Cha's wide eyes, the 25000-ton Leopardton was rapidly approaching him amidst the tremors of the earth.

“What are these things!” Mashivacha muttered, then gritted his teeth: “They’re just slightly stronger enemies.”

After saying that, he put down the Spider-Men he was helping and rushed toward the giant mech in the distance. When he got close, he jumped up and tried to smash Leopardon's head with all his might.

In the midst of their leap, a man and his massive fist collided violently.

Amidst the deafening roar, the earth trembled violently, and then Mahivacha, clutching his severed right arm, buried himself in the ground.

Mashiwa looked at his right hand, which had been restored to its original state in the blink of an eye, and his face was extremely gloomy. The strength of this mech was really beyond his imagination.

Inside the White House, Stark observed the situation via satellite and urgently contacted White Night via a chat group.

[Playboy]: @DeepBlue, what is that mecha Spider-Man? Dr. Reed said he's the eighth Spider-Man to have traveled from another universe.

"Mech Spider-Man?"

In a parallel universe's New York, Bai Ye, who had just landed and was observing her surroundings, paused for a moment.

'This Spider-Man is so powerful; even Stark is finding him difficult to deal with.'

But then, looking at the pictures Stark sent through the chat group, Bai Ye's lips twitched involuntarily.

So this is Toei's tokusatsu version of 400-year-old women; no wonder it's so hard to handle.

Bai Ye had a deep impression of this 400-year-old woman, whom he described as a mudslide in the Spider-Man version.

Whether it's the classic Spider-Mech or the one-hit kill ending caused by repeatedly using the same scenes from the second episode onwards due to rushing production, its combat power has been exaggerated wildly on the internet.

[Deep Blue]: Go find the Ancient One and bring all five gems with you. This thing is a bit troublesome. Remember, don't let him draw his sword.