Chapter 121: A Mage Goes Toe-to-Toe with the World-Destroying Giant Wolf? Loki Is Stunned Silly!
Loki always used to think...
that the whole Earth only had Hulk as a freak.
Now he realized he was outrageously wrong.
In such a God-forsaken place like Earth, everyone was a monster!
The more Loki thought about it, the more lingering fear he felt, unable to help shivering...
On the ruined battlefield at this moment, no one paid attention to Loki's collapsing inner World.
Ryan was riding on Fenrir, fighting fiercely.
Fenrir was, after all, just a Beast with muscles growing in his brain.
His fighting relied entirely on the instinct of biting and clawing.
How could he compare to Ryan?
Various ancient martial arts combos and combat skills...
rained down frantically upon him.
In just a few moments, the majestic giant wolf Fenrir was beaten so hard he didn't even know which way was north.
The most aggravating part was...
that this fellow Ryan possessed levitation magic!
Fenrir wanted to bite but couldn't, wanted to scratch but couldn't reach, his speed completely crushed.
In the end, having truly run out of moves...
he could only sullenly lie flat on the ground.
His two front paws tightly hugged his head, curling up into a ball to play dead.
His mouth continuously emitted aggrieved whimpering sounds.
Looking this cowardly now, where was there a shred of the dominance from the myths where he devoured Odin?
He was vividly just a native dog that had been beaten into fear by Master.
Snap!
This crisp sound wasn't because Fenrir's bones were hammered broken by Ryan.
Although this Beast had low combat intelligence, his hide was truly thick.
Ryan held him down and hammered for half a day.
Although Fenrir was lying on the ground playing the turtle, his humming sounds were still quite spirited.
In reality, not even his skin was broken.
The crisp sound just now was Hela, out of her mind with exasperation, forcefully snapping the armrest of her throne.
She swung a black stone block and fiercely smashed it toward Fenrir.
"You piece of trash!"
"If you don't kill him today, I will throw you into the deepest part of the Underworld and lock you up for ten thousand years!"
Hela was so angry her voice went out of tune.
"Yo."
"You're still expecting this big native dog to make a comeback?"
"You still haven't woken up yet, have you?"
Ryan hovered mid-air, cheerfully mocking.
Just as the words fell...
Crack!
Accompanied by a teeth-aching sound of bone closing...
Fenrir, who had originally been playing dead, suddenly erupted, his bloody maw instantly biting Ryan in half at the waist.
Ryan's body, as if made of paper, was directly bitten into two sections in one gulp.
Loki was so frightened that his entire body shuddered, his scalp tingling for a moment.
His heart skipped a beat; it was over, today he was really going to croak here.
"Interesting."
"Having lived for so many years, this dog thing has even learned that all is fair in war."
Ryan's lazy voice suddenly came from even higher up.
Loki looked up.
Ryan was floating unharmed in the sky, arms crossed, watching the show.
And the "Ryan" that Fenrir was biting in his mouth was slowly turning into a phantom shadow and dissipating into the air.
It turned out to be a magic afterimage.
"Awooo—!"
Fenrir went completely berserk after being played with, roaring frantically at the sky.
His hind limbs exerted sudden force, his waist and back arching high, every single strand of hard black hair on his body standing on end.
Swish, swish, swish!
Countless iron-hard black wolf hairs shot out from his back like miniature missiles.
Covering the sky and Earth, resembling a dense black rain of arrows heading straight for the high altitude.
Yet Ryan in mid-air didn't even have the intention to dodge, quietly suspended in place.
He had always been an old schemer with more tricks up his sleeve than a hornet's nest.
The Marvel Universe was extremely deep, and any freak popping out could potentially overturn the vehicle; if he weren't cautious, not even his ashes would remain.
In fact, the first time he hammered Fenrir down, he had already sensed something was wrong.
It was simply too easy!
Being Hela's exclusive mount and an ancient fierce Beastthat even managed to bite through Green Fatty Hulk's defense, how could he completely admit cowardice and play dead just from being beaten twice?
Wolves were the most cunning predators in nature.
Ryan had long kept a hand of precaution in his heart.
Sure enough.
Just while he was arguing with Hela, the system notification sound rang ahead of time.
"Ding!"
"Your Ikon Illusion has caught a trace of sinister murderous intent!"
"Your Ikon Illusion casting speed has skyrocketed, mana consumption drastically reduced!"
"Has thoughtfully auto-activated a phantom fake body to take the blame for you!"
The moment the system prompt ended...
Fenrir's massive body erupted with completely unreasonable agility, clamping down with a fatal bite.
With the system's help, Ryan reacted with divine speed.
Directly executing a flamboyant dodge to pull away distance.
With a crisp snap.
Fenrir bit into pieces the fake body Ryan left in place, while Ryan himself successfully broke combat and ascended into the sky.
"No matter how cunning the Beast is, it ultimately can't outplay a good hunter."
Ryan floated in the sky, mocking from a superior height.
Fenrir's IQ was indeed not low, even a bit smarter than ordinary Earthlings.
He knew Ryan was not to be trifled with, deliberately lying on the ground showing weakness and playing dead, wanting to find a chance for a one-hit kill.
Unfortunately, he ran into an even more suspicious cheater.
"Alright, I won't play with the dog anymore."
"Hurry up and butcher you, there's an even trickier tough character waiting to be dealt with behind."
Ryan glanced at the woman in the distance.
The only one in the entire scene who could make him take her seriously was Hela.
"Ding!"
"Your Chaos Orb has sensed a special divine power hidden within the Beast below!"
"Your Chaos Orb is drooling with hunger, extremely eager to eat this energy! Requirement: Must enter the target's body!"
Ryan had black lines on his head:???
What the hell is going on?
Why does this crappy magic have so many demands!
And even actively send it into Fenrir's belly?
Easily said, this is simply breaking ground on King Yama's head!
The most terrifying weapon on Fenrir's entire body was his bloody maw capable of biting everything to pieces.
"Your skill really knows how to find trouble for me!"
Ryan sighed speechlessly.
But his brain turned rapidly, instantly calming down.
Dealing with a thick-skinned prehistoric tank like Fenrirwas indeed laborious when fighting from the outside.
Don't look at how he was crazily outputting on the wolf's back just now, punching and kicking for half a day.
In reality, this Beast didn't even drop a single strand of wolf hair.
His defense power was abnormal to an outrageous degree.
No wonder Hela chose him as a mount; with this anti-beating attribute, he was definitely the ceiling of the mount World.
Edge of the ruined battlefield.
Hela sat on the throne, watching until her entire person became a bit numb.
The guy in front of her was a thorough monster!
Every punch smashed down could blast Fenrir's massive body flying dozens of meters away.
Such a savage destructive power made even her feel her whole body's hair standing on end.
Don't look at Fenrir's appearance of being completely unharmed on the surface.
In fact, the internal organs inside had already been shattered several times over!
Relying entirely on her secretly and frantically transmitting Death divine power, forcibly stitching and extending his life, could she barely maintain Fenrir continuing to jump around.
The outer skin was indeed as hard as divine steel.
But the core inside simply couldn't withstand such a terrifying shock.
Bang!
Fenrir was once again smashed flying by Ryan's heavy punch, crashing through the ruins behind him like a small mountain.
Hela's eyelids twitched wildly, the corners of her mouth twitching fiercely.
On the other side.
Ryan also felt very puzzled.
What kind of bizarre material was this dog made of anyway?
Beating him for so long, not even a bit of blood skin was scratched, his physical defense was high to a somewhat unreasonable degree.
Ryan curled his lips helplessly.
It seemed he could only do as the system said, finding a way to make this silly dog "eat" the skill in.
With his mind made up, Ryan's figure flashed, actively closing the distance, and threw another punch toward Fenrir's face.
This time.
Fenrir didn't dodge at all, opening his abyss-like giant mouth against the fist wind, counter-biting with one gulp.
Creak!
A spine-chilling sound of bones shattering instantly exploded.
The giant wolf was like biting into a wildly bursting meatball.
The crunching and chewing sounds echoed continuously.
Viscous, dazzling red blood dripped down along the sharp fangs.
The scene was extremely bloody and violent; broadcasting it directly on U.S. television stations would definitely lead to the signal being cut off on the spot.
"No!"
"Impossible!"
"It's finished, even Ryan has been eaten by this monster!"
Thor in the distance saw this scene, his eyes turning red with anxiety, roaring hysterically, his heart instantly plunging to the bottom of the valley.
Chapter 122: Hela doubted her life on the spot!
"Stupid and pathetic little brother."
"You don't understand the terror of Fenrir at all."
"Even if Odin stood here in person, Fenrir would still be able to bite through his divine bones."
"This is a genuine god-slaying behemoth."
Hela's face was full of disdain, and the corners of her mouth curved into an arrogant arc.
"Now, kneel down for me immediately!"
"Obediently greet your Asgard queen, and as long as I'm in a good mood, perhaps I can spare your cheap lives."
Hela gave orders from above.
After speaking, she raised her hand smugly, preparing to summon her mount back to her side.
"Fenrir, get back here."
One second, two seconds.
The giant wolf in the distance seemed to have turned into a statue, motionless.
Hela frowned slightly, a trace of doubt flashing in her eyes.
What's wrong with this beast?
Usually so obedient like a licking dog, how dare it ignore her command today?
It didn't leave her much time to think at all.
Hela's expression changed wildly and abruptly!
She discovered in horror that the divine power of Deathwithin her body was being crazily sucked away by a terrifying suction force along an invisible connection!
"Awooo—!!!"
Fenrir ahead suddenly burst into an extremely shrill scream.
Its two front paws frantically scratched at its own throat, tearing off the stiff fur on its neck along with the skin and flesh, blood spraying wildly.
But it was completely useless.
Its belly was like it had been stuffed with a high-pressure pump, and it began to expand rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the blink of an eye.
The majestic ancient behemoth directly turned into a huge black-skinned balloon.
On its round body, its four sturdy legs were stretched short, kicking around in mid-air, and the picture carried a strange sense of comedy.
"Bang!"
The outer skin of the giant wolf finally reached its tolerance limit.
Accompanied by a heaven-shaking loud roar, Fenrirexploded on the spot!
Black fur, foul-smelling visceral fragments, and broken bone residues burst all over the sky like fireworks.
Not even a slightly complete piece of meat could be found on the ground.
Hela's expression instantly froze on her face, and her pupils shook.
She stared dead at the blood rain and minced meat falling all over the sky, her face as black as the bottom of a pot, as ugly as it could possibly be.
"Bastard thing!"
"Do you think it's that easy to deal with it?"
Hela waved her arm angrily, and the surging divine power of Death erupted again.
The corpse pieces scattered all over the ground seemed to be endowed with life, immediately writhing and crazily converging toward the center.
Broken bones were spliced, fur was reassembled, and in an instant, Fenrir's appearance was put back together.
However.
This newly assembled giant wolf didn't even get to finish one breath.
Its huge body collapsed again, directly turning into a pile of lifeless black gray residue all over the ground.
"Surprised? Astonished?"
Right at this moment.
A playful voice drifted down from high altitude.
Hela suddenly raised her head, as if struck by lightning.
She saw that not even a corner of Ryan's clothes was ruffled, and he was leisurely and slowly descending from the sky.
"This is absolutely impossible!"
"What kind of sorcery did you use?!"
Hela stared fixedly at Ryan, her voice revealing a trace of undisguised panic.
As the goddess in charge of the Law of Death.
She had just truly sensed Ryan's aura of Death!
How could someone already judged as dead reappear safe and sound?
Could it be the great power of manipulating time reversal?
Or some heaven-defying means that even she, the eldest princess of Asgard, had never witnessed?
Could this guy be an ancient big boss wearing a young skin?
Hela's mind was a mess, completely falling into confusion.
...
"Ding!"
"Your Chaos Orb is overstuffed and is digesting two magical energies."
"The power of your Chaos Orb has soared!"
"Your Chaos Orb is currently in a state of closed-door fusion and is temporarily on strike!"
The system's prompt tone rang on time.
Ryan was not surprised at all.
This magic had been forcefully stuffed into Fenrir's belly by him, and after eating such a big buffet, upgrading was naturally a matter of course.
As for how he cheated Hela's eyes just now?
Spoken of plainly, it was worthless.
Ikon Illusion!
This was his divine skill back then when he hammered to pieces the living planet Ego.
The perverted thing about this magic was that the hallucinations split out were truer than real gold.
Whether it was the texture of flesh and blood or the aura of the soul, it was completely identical to the main body.
The only flaw was that the fake body didn't have an independent soul.
Yet Ryan's soul happened to be able to freely jump and shuttle through this pile of illusions.
Let alone Hela and a stupid dog.
Even if the ancient gods in the Universe came, they would still be fooled by this blindfold trick.
Hela couldn't see through such a rank, let alone the two brothers Thor and Loki who were dazed below.
Seeing Ryan floating down from the sky safe and sound.
The eyes of these two brothers, the size of mung beans, were filled with massive bafflement.
Their foreheads were covered with big question marks, unable to turn their minds around at all.
"Ryan! What's wrong with you!"
"Weren't you just..."
Thor rushed up excitedly like a bear, his fan-sized palms crazily petting Ryan all over.
Ryan looked disgusted and slapped this fellow away.
Who is so familiar with you? Moving hands and feet as soon as you come up!
Even knowing that this big silly guy meant well, Ryan still got goosebumps all over.
Pushing away Thor this dog-skin plaster, Ryan then spoke leisurely:
"Making a fuss over nothing, just a blindfold trick."
Hearing this, Loki beside him stiffened into a piece of wood.
A thunderbolt seemed to strike in his brain, shaking his soul to tremble.
magic?
Can magic be perverted to this extent?!
He, Loki, was the self-proclaimed number one mage of the Nine Realms!
Playing illusions, he could already be considered at the grandmaster level.
Even the God King Odin could be fooled by his illusions with a slight distraction.
Yet even with all his might, he definitely couldn't create such a heaven-defying fake body!
Too real!
Simply outlandishly real!
Until now, in the pile of meat where Fenrir exploded not far away, there were still broken limbs and arms of "Ryan" mixed in!
As a result, the real Ryan was standing right in front of them, alive and kicking.
What the hell is the principle behind this?
Loki scratched his scalp until it bled and still couldn't figure it out.
This magic was so absurd that it exceeded his scope of understanding.
However.
Hela had no mood to give Loki time to daze.
"Brilliant!"
"You are definitely the most stunning mage I have ever seen."
"A fierce beast like Fenrir can't even touch a single hair of yours."
Not a trace of anger could be seen on Hela's face anymore.
Instead, there was a bit of naked covetousness and appreciation in her eyes looking at Ryan.
"Big Sister Hela, cozying up is useless, the two of us are still fighting."
Ryan smiled and slapped back, but in his mind, he directly sounded the highest-level air defense alarm.
An old saying goes well.
Awe-inspiring greetings from a weasel to a chicken mean no good intentions.
A vicious woman like Hela suddenly changing her face must be plotting a big move.
Ryan was confident in his looks, but he wasn't narcissistic enough to think he could make a hundreds-of-thousands-of-years-old old witch throw herself at him just based on his face.
Sure enough.
Hela ignored Ryan's teasing completely, raising her chin high:
"Now."
"Kneel on the ground and acknowledge me as your queen, and I will mercifully grant you the favor of allegiance."
Hela waved her hand domineeringly, in an aloof posture, behaving purely like a female emperor.
Hearing this.
Ryan couldn't help it, his eyes involuntarily drifted toward Loki.
Loki's skin tightened, and his expression instantly became more painful than eating a fly.
Familiar!
These lines were too familiar!
Back then when he first led troops to conquer Earth, he had also put on such a self-important, arrogant face as if he were the supreme boss.
The subsequent fate...
Words fail to describe the tears.
The scene of being crazily smashed around on the ground like a ragged floor cloth by Green Fatty was still the material for his nightmares at night.
His life was practically ruined by Hulk!
What made him even more heartbroken was that.
The routine of this suddenly popped-out crazy-ass sister acting arrogant was exactly the same as his.
"Loki, ah, I seriously suspect you are the biological child, and Thor was definitely a free gift for recharging mobile credit."
"Look at your big sister's style."
"You two are simply poured out from the same mold."
Ryan spread his hands, adding a venomous knife wound.
Loki's face instantly turned green, so awkward that he wanted to claw out an Asgard palace with his toes.
Hela blew up completely after hearing this.
"Shut up! Stop lumping me together with this waste who even pits his own biological father!"
Chapter 123: Going Head-to-Head with the Goddess of Death! Thanos is Dumbfounded!
"You...!!!"
As soon as Loki heard the word "trash", his anger flared up instantly.
With a flip of his hands, two small daggers instantly unsheathed, and he was ready to go up and fight for his life!
But out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the terrifying Death aura rolling off Hela.
Loki abruptly shoved the half-drawn blade back in, his spine instantly bending:
"...Sister is right to scold me, Sister's mighty and domineering aura is intoxicating."
His cowardice had reached a divine realm!
Watching from the side, Ryan sucked in through his teeth.
What a God of Mischief; he had truly mastered the art of knowing when to yield and when to stand tall!
Right at this moment.
"Ding!"
"Your Sword of Vishanti is experiencing a severe case of secondary-school syndrome, firmly believing it is the hope of the entire village!"
"Your Sword of Vishanti has strongly awakened, crying and shouting to save the lost lambs!"
"Your Sword of Vishanti is like it's pumped up on chicken blood, its power going completely berserk in all directions!"
Ryan, who was just about to watch Loki make a fool of himself, instantly had a face as dark as coal.
What a sin!
What kind of psychotic skills are these!
If he didn't temporarily lack a handy alternative magicsubstitute in his hands, he would really want to snap this broken sword in half and burn it as firewood.
However.
Ryan's brain spun at high speed.
Would a ruthless person like Hela be bored enough to stand here and chat idly with him?
Just now when she was speaking, her hand seemed to wave rather unnaturally.
Ryan immediately released his spiritual power, piercing through the surrounding space like a sharp sword.
As expected!
At some unknown time, the air had already been densely filled with invisible, ghastly green divine power of Death.
This divine power was like an invisible giant net, about to weave a dead end and wrap the three of them tightly like dumplings!
"What a fine trick, truly a ruthless character who controls Death."
"The experience of conquering the realm alongside the old God King wasn't gained in vain."
"To deal with a few juniors like us, you still resort to such cheap, underhanded tricks?"
Ryan snorted coldly.
Before his voice even faded, his entire body had already teleported a hundred meters into the air.
In his hands, he was carrying Thor and Loki, who both wore completely bewildered expressions, like picking up little chicks.
On the ground.
Hela, who was just about to close the net, instantly lost the composure on her face.
She slowly lowered her arms.
On the ground, a ghastly green divine power cage unwillingly revealed its outline, then slowly dissipated into the air.
Thor and Loki, dangling mid-air, saw this scene, and their eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.
Cold sweat poured straight down their backs.
Even with their toes, they could guess what kind of end awaited them if they were trapped by this thing!
This woman is too sinister!
"How did you notice it?"
Hela's voice was so gloomy it could drip water, staring fixedly at Ryan in the sky.
This was by no means some run-of-the-mill minor spell.
This was a high-end operation of infiltrating spatial cracks with Death divine power.
Quietly and imperceptibly setting up the cage.
As long as the net was pulled in, Ryan would be a turtle with clipped wings unable to fly away.
Ever since her flight ability was inexplicably restricted, Hela had wanted to use this move to seal off Ryan's mobility.
Once Ryan landed, no matter how great his abilities were, he could only be kneaded at her will.
Never did she expect.
This brat actually saw through it in advance!
Hela's heart was churning, shocked beyond measure.
Such divine power fluctuations, even cosmic main gods of the same level might not be able to keenly perceive them.
How on Earth did this brat manage it?
Was his innate perception abnormally freakish, or was he carrying some disreputable cosmic supreme treasure on him?
Hela was becoming more and more certain now.
This guy named Ryan was definitely an alter ego of some shameless old monster!
Otherwise, how could one explain his endless bizarre methods?
This bastard was definitely not a normal human!
If Ryan knew how Hela was criticizing him in her heart right now...
He would definitely point at her nose and curse her out on the spot.
You're the one who isn't human!
Your entire Asgard family aren't human!
Ryan gazed at Hela.
His expression was exceptionally solemn.
The Asgard eldest princess before him was by no means a kind person.
With a casual wave in mid-air.
Golden ripples spread out of thin air.
Thor and his brother were directly thrown into the Mirror Dimension.
Without these two lagging jokers making a fuss nearby.
Ryan could finally let go and go all out.
"Ms. Hela, I've long heard of your great name."
"I wonder if my humble strength is qualified to exchange a couple of moves with you?"
Ryan hovered in the air, speaking in a bantering tone.
"Hmph."
Hela squeezed a cold snort from her nasal cavity.
Her five fingers gripped into empty air.
Two pitch-black longswords of Death condensed out of thin air, spitting out a sharp, frigid edge.
Even across a distance of dozens of meters.
The air was also permeated with a decaying Death aura that froze one's soul.
"Ding!"
"Your Sword of Vishanti has detected a rich aura of Death!"
"Your Sword of Vishanti states that mere Death aura is not worth mentioning, and casually assimilates and absorbs it!"
"Your Sword of Vishanti's damage is doubled, and its special effects are fully maxed out!"
The moment the system prompt ended.
Ryan waved his large hand.
A longsword flowing with dazzling amethyst brilliance descended from the sky.
Floating around the sword body were countless purple feathers condensed from pure energy, exuding an aura of nobility mixed with exaggerated secondary-school syndrome.
Opposite her, Hela's expression instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
This bastard!
In a life-and-Death battle, he actually still had the heart to pull off these fancy, gaudy special effects?
Did he really take her for a mere decoration?
"Ignorant of life and Death!"
"In the vast Universe, no one has ever dared to be so arrogant in front of me!"
Hela let out an enraged, fierce rebuke.
A surging tide of Death intertwined with black and green rolled around her body, her feet shattered the Earth, and her entire body turned into a black lightning bolt rushing straight up.
The two Death longswords carried the terrifying momentum of tearing apart the firmament, aiming straight for Ryan's vital points.
Ryan's expression remained unchanged.
He reached out and grasped the amethyst divine sword descending from the sky.
The sound of air blasts exploded thunderously beneath his feet.
He fiercely crashed forward to meet Hela.
Boom!
Two heaven-destroying domains violently collided in mid-air.
At the intersection of the blade edges.
Sparks flew everywhere, spatial cracks spread crazily like spiderwebs, and the Earth beneath their feet let out an unbearable groan.
Inside the Mirror Dimension.
Thor and Loki pressed against the transparent barrier, their eyeballs nearly flying out of their sockets.
"This..."
"How did this guy Ryan become even more freakish?"
"Isn't this too strong?!"
Thor widened his eyes, his face full of frustration and bitterness.
Once upon a time.
He had always been proud of his Thor power.
Until he met Ryan.
All his pride was ruthlessly crushed.
This brat was simply too defying of the heavens.
At such a young age, not only could he go head-to-head with Hela, but he even faintly had the upper hand.
As the eldest princess of Asgard, Hela's divine weapons in hand were definitely top-tier goods in the Universe.
Either forged from the core of a dead star, or crafted by fusing precious Uru metal with divine power.
Combined with the blessing of Hela's own Law of Death.
Its power could be called heaven-destroying and Earth-shattering.
Yet look at Ryan.
An unknown magic longsword he casually summoned could actually match the divine weapon of Death evenly.
Who could you reason with about this?
Loki beside him likewise fell into deep depression.
Looking down at the two cold, gleaming small daggers of Asgard in his hands.
And comparing them to the glowing amethyst divine sword in Ryan's hands.
Loki's mentality completely collapsed.
Everyone was a mage playing with magic.
Why was his equipment so gorgeous like a pay-to-win player?
While he himself was so poor he could only resort to sneak attacks!
Loki's eyes were lifeless, wishing he could find a piece of tofu to smash his head against and die right on the spot.
The violent roaring outside did not stop because of the grievances of the two melon-eating spectators.
Sword blades danced wildly.
Hela's offense was fiercely peerless.
The twin swords in her hands were as flexible and versatile as extensions of her body, and her moves were tricky and treacherous.
The longswords could even expand and contract at will according to her mind.
Yet Ryan played an airtight defense to the absolute extreme.
The swinging sword light transformed into an airtight light screen.
The amethyst divine sword occasionally burst out with terrifying purple light blades, forcing Hela to dodge in a panic.
The topography within a radius of several miles was completely plowed over.
A towering hill in the distance was directly sliced off at the waist by more than half, turning into a gentle slope.
Rumble!
It was another unreserved head-on collision.
The violent air wave forcefully blew the two apart.
They each hovered on either side of the ruins, confronting each other from afar.
Meanwhile.
In the ruins deep in the distant Universe.
Countless murderous intents were hidden beneath the desolate surface, and countless Chitauri were frantically operating massive biochemical factories, rushing to build warships and soldiers day and night.
This was precisely the lair of the Universe overlord, Thanos.
Inside the dim flagship grand hall.
Thanos sat high upon the floating throne, staring coldly at the giant holographic projection directly in front of him.
What was playing in the projected image was precisely the Earth-shattering slaughter between Ryan and Hela.
Watching Ryan, who was not falling behind on the screen.
A ripple stirred in the depths of Thanos's calm eyes.
The large hand gripping the throne's armrest exerted slight force.
His knuckles let out a crisp cracking sound due to excessive force.
Such a desolate Planet cornered away like Earth could actually pop out such a terrifying powerhouse?
His strength was not inferior in the slightest to Hela at full firepower.
Even without the blessing of the Infinity Stones.
If he himself burst forth with full power, he would only barely break even with Hela.
Mere Midgard.
How could such a monstrous being proficient in close combat and magic emerge?
"Ebony Maw."
"If it were you, do you have a chance of winning?"
Thanos withdrew his gaze, turning his head to look at the trusted advisor by his side.
"Great My Lord Thanos, this subordinate is afraid I wouldn't even be able to take three moves from him."
Ebony Maw slightly bowed, his tone carrying a rare hint of solemnity.
As a powerhouse proficient in psychokinesis.
Ebony Maw had always restrained most mages in the Universe.
As long as he interfered with the opponent's spiritual power, he could remain in an invincible position.
But this young man named Ryan right before him completely didn't play by the rules.
The tyrannical power of that punch just now that dented Hela's divine armor was simply not something psychokinesis could suppress.
Thanos did not speak.
Once again, he cast his gaze toward the holographic screen.
Within the screen.
The purple sword qi casually swung out by Ryan suddenly surged.
With a loud boom.
The violent energy instantly overwhelmed the spatial nodes in the distance.
The holographic projection screen flickered violently a few times, then completely turned into a field of snowy static.
The flagship grand hall returned to dead silence.
Thanos's tall figure slowly leaned back, completely submerging into the shadows.
Chapter 124: Death Trial? You dare to 1v1 me when I'm fully hacked! Hiss!
A dazzling White light suddenly burst open in mid-air.
The sky over half of the Northern Hemisphere instantly lit up as bright as day, and countless Earthlings looked up at the sky, having no idea what had happened.
The White light came fast and left just as quickly.
On the coast of Norway.
Ryan and Hela confronted each other from a distance.
The surrounding terrain had completely changed.
The grass was completely gone, leaving only pitch-black, putrid scorched earth.
On the distant sea surface, it was littered with dead fish floating with their white bellies up.
On the surface, Ryan was as steady as an old dog, but inside, a massive amount of Death divine power was rampaging wildly.
These black mists were simply like bone-boring maggots, crazily devouring his flesh and blood.
"As expected of a madwoman who controls Death, this thing is truly toxic!" Ryan muttered inwardly.
"Ding!"
"Your Sword of Vishanti has smelled a foul aura of Death!"
"Your Sword of Vishanti is disgusted to Death and has immediately activated the fully automatic antivirus cleanup program!"
"Cleanup complete. Your Sword of Vishanti is in a great mood, and its slash damage has experienced an epic surge!"
As soon as the system prompt ended.
Ryan's whole body shuddered violently, and a dazzling purple divine light gushed out from his pores.
The black Death qi that had invaded his body was directly and forcibly expelled.
Ryan looked like he was on fire, frantically puffing out black smoke.
Opposite him, Hela's eyes were practically popping out.
This bastard actually forced out the Death divine power just like that?
How did he do it!
The Law of Death was the top-tier law in the Universe.
Once it entered the body, it was as troublesome as a super virus.
Even if someone defeated her, the opponent would still have to peel a layer of skin to force the Death qi completely clean.
And yet Ryan was detoxifying as if nothing happened?
This could only mean one thing!
The energy purity inside this guy's body was ridiculously high, even surpassing her Death divine power!
"This brat hasn't even grown all his hair yet, by what right?" Hela felt extremely choked up inside.
It was one thing for his magic to be freakish, but why was his energy still so pure?
There was simply no justice in this!
She had lived for countless years, sucked dry countless resources, and had Asgard providing a steady stream of power behind her just to save up this foundation.
Yet the brat in front of her was clearly just an ordinary mortal.
By what right could he sit on equal footing with her, and even suppress her in turn?
Hela was about to bite her back teeth to pieces.
Having lived for so long, this was the first time she was pinned to the ground and rubbed in terms of talent.
"Mere mortal, go to hell!"
Hela's eyes were completely bloodshot.
Taking advantage of the gap while Ryan was expelling black smoke, she slammed her hands together.
A large mass of ghastly green light gathered in her palms.
Clearly a green representing life, at this moment it exuded a bone-chilling dead silence.
If an ordinary person were to take a glance, their soul would probably be scared away.
Hela quickly chanted obscure and difficult ancient incantations in her mouth.
"Death Trial!"
Her eyes were instantly filled with deep green light, and her body grew taller and expanded accordingly.
Immediately following that, a finger pointed straight at Ryan.
A ghastly green pillar of light burst through the air.
Ryan secretly thought it was bad and just wanted to flash to dodge, but found that the surrounding space seemed to be completely frozen, unable to move even a pinky finger!
There was nowhere to hide and no way to avoid it.
The green light instantly plunged into Ryan's chest.
However, Hela opposite him also froze in place, motionless.
"Ding!"
"Your physical body has suffered face-to-face output from the Law of Death, and all the magic inside your body expresses strong protest!"
"Within the next ten seconds, the Law of Death will face a mixed doubles beating from all your magic!"
Listening to the voice in his mind, Ryan found that he could move again.
However, he was not in a hurry to make a move, and almost burst out laughing.
What kind of outrageous skill was this?
A single law trying to 1v1 all of his cheated magic?
Isn't this like lighting a lantern in a latrine—courting Death? Even expedited delivery of free kills isn't this fast.
Looking back at Hela opposite him.
Although frozen in place, the corners of her mouth could not help but curl upward.
This was the exclusive trump card of the Goddess of Death, soul-bound!
Forcibly dragging into a small dark room to clash laws.
Winning meant eating them clean and turning the opponent into an obedient puppet.
Universe powerhouses who had died under this move were too numerous to count.
In her eyes, Ryan was already a warm corpse.
But the next second.
Hela's eyeballs almost flew out.
In her line of sight.
Bearing a ghastly green light effect all over his body, Ryan swaggered forward, swinging his fists and charging over!
Hela collapsed on the spot.
What the hell!
This was a soul-locked state!
As long as one's strength didn't crush her by a major tier, it was absolutely impossible to move even a fraction!
This brat's strength was on par with hers, by what right could he jump around like nothing was wrong?
And his movements were even more ferocious than before!
This completely defied common sense!
Unless...
Inside this guy's body, there wasn't just one soul housed!
Hela gasped a cold breath, her imagination running wild.
No wonder this brat was excessively young yet ridiculously strong; it turned out he was an assembled product, and who knows how many old monsters' souls were stuffed inside his belly!
There was no time to ponder blindly anymore.
Watching Ryan's fists getting closer and closer, Heladesperately opened her mouth to chant, trying to empower the green light.
"Ding!"
"Mixed doubles ended, your magic faction completely won, and the Law of Death was beaten into scurrying with its head in its hands!"
Hearing this, Ryan didn't feel surprised in the least.
It was an ending he could guess with his eyes closed; fighting multiple opponents, even if you didn't die you'd lose a layer of skin.
Especially since the skills on his body were more violent than the last, and their hands were quite ruthless.
Only to see the green light entangling Ryan emit a piercing wail, frantically fleeing back into Hela's body like a stray dog.
Looking at its stumbling and crawling posture, it was practically about to shout, "Mom, save me!"
Chapter 125: Beating the God of Death to a Pulp! System, you even managed to pull out Ultra Instinct?! Just as the Law of Death fled back into Hela in a flustered state, Ryan's counterattack arrived.
Ryan's speed was terrifyingly fast.
He was essentially a mage who had maxed out all his attributes, and his physical body was trained to be as freakishly powerful as Hulk.
The blessing of magic combined with terrifying explosive muscle power displayed a speed that completely surpassed the limit of naked-eye perception.
In the blink of an eye.
Ryan had already appeared right in front of Hela like a teleportation.
A heavy punch landed solidly on Hela's stomach.
Hela didn't even have time to make a defensive reaction before the divine power armor on her abdomen caved in by a large chunk on the spot.
Her entire body was like a cooked shrimp, instantly arching her waist in pain, her eyeballs almost bulging out.
The nobility and elegance from just a moment ago vanished completely.
Ryan didn't give his opponent any breathing room at all, his dual fists smashing down frantically like raindrops.
Midair was filled entirely with afterimages.
Hela's indestructible armor was beaten into a pitted mess, sending sparks flying everywhere.
"Ding!"
"Your Yagami Ancient Martial Style has sensed the thrill of a peak showdown, and the experience points have completely exploded off the charts!"
"Your Yagami Ancient Martial Style has transformed all combat skills into physical instincts!"
"Your Yagami Ancient Martial Style was greatly inspired and evolved on the spot into 'Ultra Instinct'!"
While Ryan was punching away with gusto, this prompt suddenly popped up in his mind.
What the fuck?!
Ultra Instinct?!
System, did you cross over to the wrong channel? This is the Marvel Universe, what kind of ghost is it for you to pull out a Dragon Ball skill for me!
Venting aside.
Ryan instantly felt his mind become completely clear and empty, resembling a pool of clear water without a single stray thought.
His body actually broke free from the brain's command, spontaneously executing the most perfect attack movements, and the surface of his fists even faintly shimmered with a silver micro-light.
Although his hair didn't turn silver like a Super Saiyan, his power, speed, and evasion rate at this moment had soared to an absurd realm.
Pfft!
Taking a muffled punch, Hela directly spat out a large mouthful of tragic divine blood.
With a ghost-seeing expression all over her face, she stared dead at Ryan's faintly shimmering fists.
What's the situation?
Why did the power of this kid's punches suddenly double again?
Could it be that he can break through right in the middle of a battle?
Merely a human, not some ancient giant god who had lived for countless years, how could he be so absurd to this extent!
Was she beaten so dazed that she was hallucinating?
Bang!
Another punch fiercely smashed into her face.
Hela's brain hummed with ringing, and she finally recognized reality.
This wasn't an illusion!
For a moment, Hela was so shocked that she even forgot to counterattack.
Thor and Loki in the distance were dumbfounded.
An Asgardian divine clan member was actually beaten to the point of vomiting blood by sheer punches?
This was simply a fantasy!
Loki's jaw was about to drop to the ground.
He was a Frost Giant, and his physique was similar to an Asgardian, at most a little weaker than orthodox bloodlines like Thor.
Back then, when Hulk smashed him around wildly on the ground like a broken sack, only a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
Thor was even more exaggerated; his physical fitness was so freakish that he could withstand the high-temperature scorching of a star in the Universe, and his entire body could be called indestructible.
It could be said that for the divine clan to suffer any serious external injuries was as difficult as ascending to heaven.
But what were they seeing right now?
Hela, the invincible deity in control of the Law of Death, was actually beaten to the point of vomiting blood by Ryan's fists!
This was a fierce character who could crush Mjolnir with her bare hands!
The brothers were completely dumbfounded.
While they were dazed, Ryan's offensive grew even more fierce.
At first, Ryan was a little unaccustomed to the rhythm of Ultra Instinct, but soon his movements became smooth and flowing.
There were completely no flashy moves; they were all basic straight punches, hooks, and sweep kicks.
Yet it was precisely this kind of ordinary attack that suppressed Hela so much that she had no power to fight back.
Hela felt so aggrieved she wanted to die.
It wasn't that she didn't want to fight back, but she simply couldn't do it!
Ryan's fists carried a strange destructive power; every time she took a beating, the divine power of Death she had just gathered would be instantly shattered.
Her body completely fell into a state of rigidity.
The more Hela fought, the more alarmed she became.
What kind of freak was this anyway? Relying purely on physical strength could actually suppress divine power?
Wasn't the truth of the operation of the Universe supreme divine power?
Hela knew very well in her heart that she couldn't keep taking beatings like this.
If she was comboed like this any longer, she would really be beaten to Death alive today!
"Enough!"
Hela let out a piercing scream.
A circle of visible terrifying sound waves suddenly exploded outward in all directions.
Ryan didn't linger in the fight; his body instinctively made an extreme retreat, instantly dodging a hundred meters away.
Taking advantage of the momentum, he operated his internal magic in the distance to nourish his spirit and soul.
This also gave Hela a breathing opportunity.
Taking advantage of the gap of pulling apart the distance, Hela fiercely slashed one hand in midair.
A spatial rift appeared out of thin air, and a steady stream of Asgardian source power poured out from it, frantically surging into her body.
Hela's pale complexion recovered its ruddy color at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Ryan looked at this scene and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Can't beat them so you temporarily replenish health?
The dignified Goddess of Death also plays such shameless tricks?
"Big Sister Hela, calling reinforcements to heal when you can't win—your look is a bit unsightly." Ryan mocked loudly.
"Hmph, this is my innate talent, why shouldn't I use it?"
Hela twitched the corner of her mouth and counterattacked dismissively, "If you have the ability, you replenish too."
"Fine, I'll satisfy you."
Ryan sneered.
Flipping his wrist, a dazzling and blinding purple gem appeared in his palm.
"Ding!"
"Your Sword of Vishanti has sensed the source energy of the Infinity Stones!"
"Your Sword of Vishanti swallowed the source of the Power Stone in one bite!"
"Your Sword of Vishanti has evolved the 'Absolute Purity' special effect!"
Ryan's eyes lit up.
The Power Stone was indeed awesome!
The pure energy purified by the divine sword instantly fed back into his whole body, and Ryan's consumed mana was directly refilled in the blink of an eye.
"Damn it!"
"How do you have the Power Stone?!"
Hela's face turned completely dark.
She had witnessed Ryan's freakish magic and physical body, and originally intended to rely on Asgard's infinite power bank attribute to exhaust Ryan to Death alive.
Now it seemed there was completely no hope.
The opponent was holding a Universe-class cheat in his hand, and his endurance was simply more exaggerated than hers!
Recovering to her peak state, Hela grabbed out of thin air with both hands.
Two pitch-black long swords of Death were unsheathed once more.
Without a word, she turned into a black shadow and lunged straight at Ryan.
The monster she encountered today constantly refreshed the upper limit of her cognition.
If it were an ordinary person, they would have already greased their soles and run away.
But she was Hela!
The glory and pride of the Goddess of Death absolutely did not allow her to back down.
Even if she died, she would die standing up!
Watching Hela rush over menacingly, Ryan casually stuffed the Power Stone back into his pocket.
Grabbing the void with his right hand, the Sword of Vishanti instantly formed.
At this moment, the divine sword had changed drastically.
The sword body was covered in violent purple cracks, as if it could explode at any moment, yet it exuded a terrifying might that was unbreakable.
Ryan waved it casually.
A dazzling pure purple blade light broke through the air, carrying violent pure power to slash toward Hela.
Hela raised her dual swords to block hard.
Boom!
The violent purple light burst, and Hela was pushed back dozens of meters away by sheer force.
Just as she steadied her figure and raised her head, her scalp went numb instantly.
In her line of sight.
Dozen of identical purple blade lights had already smashed down fiercely overhead.
Ryan on the opposite side was like a bear child who had received a new toy, frantically waving the divine sword in his hand, recklessly flinging sword qi outward as if it cost nothing!