At the same time, in another equally distant world, this is a certain city in Japan, and this is... A battlefield.
"Bastards, tell me your names!"
In front of a young man wearing golden armor, an uncle driving a thunder and lightning carriage, and a heroic beauty holding a transparent sword in her hand, two men stood there casually.
One of the men said to the man next to him with a distressed look on his face: "It's all your fault! I told you not to come here to see what's going on to crack down on counterfeiting. If you insist on coming, there's nothing good to see. Why don't you play games with me in the hotel, stay at home, and wait for a week? Look, there's going to be a fight now, isn't it?"
"Shut up!"
The other man's face was stern. He looked at the man in golden armor and said, "What did you just call me? You bastard."
"Bastard, how dare you call me bastard!"
The man in golden armor seemed to be out of anger. He made a move with one hand, and dozens or hundreds of weapons with different divine lights appeared from behind him. But before he could wave his hand, he saw the man with a stern face making the same move with one hand, and a huge purple robot appeared behind him. In an instant, a battle was about to break out.