Clearly, Ant-Man, who had not signed a Lending Contract, was no match for Peter, who had long since become Harry's Lender. Not to mention that Peter's Lending Contract was different from everyone else's—it was the highest-tier Supreme VIP Contract!
After being effortlessly sent flying by Peter once again and lying on the ground coughing up blood, Ant-Man finally realized something was wrong. He asked in confusion:
"Why? Why are all of you so strong, and why do you all seem to know magic?"
In fact, Ant-Man had noticed something strange not long after the battle began. Weren't most of the Avengers' founding members a little too strong?
According to the records, wasn't Captain America Steve just a soldier? Why could he wield Thor's power and trade blows with the magic-wielding Tony Stark?
And weren't Hawkeye and Black Widow once ordinary people who had undergone rigorous training? Why was one now using a Railgun bow while the other grabbed a huge truck with Telekinesis and hurled it at enemies?
The Spider-Man before him was strange as well. Before the battle, Ant-Man had merely assumed that Spider-Man was incredibly strong, on Hulk's level.
But now, seeing a web-like Magic Array emerge from his chest, how could Ant-Man fail to realize that even Spider-Man, who looked like a Muggle, was also a mage capable of using Body Enhancement Magic?
Damn it, what was happening to this world?
Did becoming a powerful superhero require mastering magic?
Were Muggle heroes like them doomed to be bullied?
Damn it, when would Muggle heroes finally rise up?!
Peter kicked Ant-Man in the stomach, nearly making him vomit up the dinner he had eaten two days ago. Then, feeling that he might have hit too hard, he said apologetically:
"Uh, sorry. Since no one can be killed in