Recalling Thor's earlier words, Ares froze in shock.
He had dismissed Thor's claims as re bravado, but now...
Audience Section
"Ares lost?"
"It was over in an instant?"
"Is this a dream?"
The spectators stared in disbelief, their cheers forgotten.
The sheer absurdity of what they had just witnessed left them questioning if it was real.
The Grandmaster was equally stunned, his expression frozen in astonishnt. Valkyrie, observing from her ship, found herself questioning everything.
Is this Asgardian prince really that powerful?
Comparing Syd to Hela, Valkyrie realized the difference wasn't as significant as she'd thought. If anything, she couldn't see much of a gap at all.
For a mont, her gaze turned complex, her emotions conflicted.
In the now-silent arena, the Grandmaster's face darkened. He quickly retrieved another remote and pressed an ergency button.
Within monts, squads of guards equipped with advanced weaponry and more than a dozen fighter ships sward the arena, encircling the white-clad figure floating in midair.
The Grandmaster's expression shifted to satisfaction. "Little Light Man, surrender. I won't harm you.
"Beco my gladiator, and I might set you free soday."
As he spoke, his eyes glead with admiration.
What a powerful being-this was the perfect gladiatorial champion!
The crowd sighed collectively.
Such a powerful individual, yet they were about to fall into the Grandmaster's hands.
Despite Syd's earlier display of strength, no one believed he could withstand an assault from dozens of ard guards and high-tech warships.
The Grandmaster signaled his guards to attack.
Fifteen guards raised their paralyzing guns, unleashing a barrage of blue-light nets.
Both the audience and Thor, still lying on the ground, recognized these nets imdiately.
Designed to paralyze even the strongest beings, these nets sapped all strength, rendering their targets utterly helpless.
Seeing the nets flying toward his brother, Thor panicked.
"Move! Dodge them!"
But Syd didn't move an inch, standing motionless as the nets approached.
Just as the Grandmaster and his guards anticipated victory, Syd's expression darkened with impatience.
In an instant, crimson energy enveloped the incoming nets, freezing them mid-air.
Then, with a flash, the nets disintegrated, torn apart by chaos magic and vanishing completely.
Before anyone could react, the crimson energy expanded, engulfing the guards and the fleet of fighter ships.
A mont later, they too disintegrated, leaving no trace behind.
The arena fell silent.
The sudden and overwhelming destruction sent chills down everyone's spines.
The spectators stared in disbelief.
"Gone?"
"Just like that?"
The Grandmaster was dumbfounded.
One mont his forces were there, the next they were wiped out without a sound.
His mind raced back to Thor's earlier warning:
"If my father or my brother finds out you've captured , you're dood! My brother alone would be enough to destroy you!"
Thor had spoken the truth.
The Grandmaster, for the first ti in centuries, felt genuine fear.
On Valkyrie's ship, she gripped her drink tightly, her knuckles white.
"Thor's actually going to be rescued..." she muttered, her disbelief evident.
The mory of her earlier scornful words to Thor-claiming no one could save him—now
burned in her mind, her cheeks reddening with embarrassnt.
Among the enslaved gladiators, Korg stood frozen, his mind racing.
"Sakaar's rules... are they about to be broken?"
For the first ti, he considered the possibility that soone could wield enough power to overturn the Grandmaster's tyranny.
In the arena, Ares clung to consciousness, his pride shattered.
The terrifying realization hit him-Syd hadn't even been using his full strength earlier.
How could such an absurd thing be possible?
Despite his injuries, Ares felt a twisted sense of awe.
"This is true power," he muttered, his voice tinged with reverence.
Against such overwhelming might, resentnt turned to admiration.
Syd, floating above the arena, was unmoved by the reactions around him.
He grew tired of handling threats one by one.
With a wave of his hand, crimson energy surged outward.
The massive coliseum trembled violently.
"What's happening?"
"Is it an earthquake?"
"Help!"
The crowd's cries of panic soon turned into screams of shock.
Before their very eyes, the colossal coliseum began to rise.
Encased in a red glow, the entire structure lifted off the ground.
From outside the arena, the citizens of Sakaar stared in stunned silence as the enormous
coliseum floated into the sky.
Inside, the spectators, the Grandmaster, and everyone else watched in awe and terror as the
impossible unfolded.
(End of Chapter)
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