"Die!"

Ronan the Accuser tightened his grip on the warhammer and used his strength again.

It's your turn?

This is not a turn-based game!

He only needs to continue to add chips and inflict another fatal injury to the opponent, and the scale of victory will inevitably tilt towards himself.

Kaka! Kaka!

Bai Sensen's bones were like rusty machinery without oil, making a sound like teeth grinding.

The broken stubble pierced the skin, which looked quite shocking.

Perhaps because of the pain, Zod's expression became extremely distorted.

He roared angrily, and blazing energy emerged, condensing into two dark red points.

Tsk!

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It's like two laser swords sweeping across!

The all-powerful weapon filled with violent energy seemed to have been drained dry.

The dazzling light became dim and fell feebly.

Ronan, the accuser, was stunned and seemed to have no reaction.

A few seconds passed before he could clearly feel the bone-piercing pain returning to his brain.

"Ah! My... hand!"

Along with the omnipotent weapon, there was also a strong arm that fell to the ground.

It belongs to Ronan the Accuser.

"I am not the one who needs to welcome death."

Zod's eyes flashed red, like a demon coming out of hell.

His left hand reached out like lightning and tightly strangled the Kree Empire Archon's neck, interrupting the painful screams that echoed in the arena.

Click!

A crisp sound.

The Kryptonian general's hard skull smashed into the nose of Ronan the Accuser.

The blood flowed out like a faucet that opened a valve, covering the entire face.

Five fingers like iron pliers pressed hard on the head of the Kree Empire Archon.

The almost useless arm hit the opponent's jaw.

boom!

The latter was shot high into the sky like a powerful cannonball.

Zod took a few deep breaths and bent down to pick up the long-handled war hammer.

Squinting his eyes, he waited for Ronan, the accuser, to fall.

Then he wielded a powerful weapon from the hand of supreme wisdom.

Bang!

The Kree Empire Archon was like a baseball being knocked out of the air, rolling around and turning into an afterimage.

The tall figure tore through the atmosphere and hit the alloy wall of the arena hard.

The sound is like thunder, and smoke and dust are everywhere.

"Ronan...has fallen? The powerful Archon has fallen?"

The Kree warriors in the audience were crying, as if they didn't want to believe what they saw.

The Kree Empire has a very strong martial culture. At such a young age, Ronan was able to become a consul, a member of the Supreme Accusers, and join the core power class.

Apart from noble blood and family support, these factors are also closely related to his own strength.

Ronan, recognized as the best warrior of the Kree Empire, was defeated!

And the most unacceptable thing is that he did not lose to the Shi'ar Empire's guard captain in a sword fight.

But in the hands of a guy whose name I don't know, I encountered the biggest Waterloo in my life.

Others were also shocked by this result.

Only those gambling dogs who gambled on the long odds couldn't help but cheer loudly to celebrate their victory.

Finally no need to jump on the rooftop!

"You have to remember this feeling, Archon of the Kree Empire."

Zod strode forward and approached Ronan the Accuser, who was seriously injured.

"You are not a god, and you are not invincible. You can bleed, get hurt, and...fear!"

The all-purpose weapon shaped like a war hammer, without any intention of holding back, smashed hard into the head of the Kree Empire Archon.

Kryptonian generals never pay attention to forgiveness and letting things go.

For him, respecting his opponents is the best way.

Just laying a bouquet of flowers in front of the enemy's grave, that's all.

Ronan, who was unconscious, could not suppress a trace of fear in his eyes.

That is the reverence for death that is engraved in the bones of every living thing.

"The battle is over!"

The space battleship suspended above the arena shot down a repulsive beam in time to push Zod away.

The Collector couldn't help but wipe his hands with cold sweat. He couldn't let the governor of the Kree Empire die in ignorance.

In that case, it will definitely trigger a new war.

When the time comes, it will still be the Difan Group that will suffer losses.

"Congratulations to this... powerful warrior whose name I don't know, for winning the final victory!"

In order to avoid further complications, Tanya Difan couldn't wait to announce the results.

"His Excellency, the Archon of the Kree Empire, once used the resource planet he photographed as a bet, then..."

Bang!

Another figure fell into the arena.

Red cape, high collar, tight combat uniform, and distinctive mohawk hairstyle.

A tsunami of applause and cheers erupted like a tidal wave.

Because of the person who steps into the arena.

He is the captain of the Shi'ar Empire's guard.

Recognized as the most powerful warrior in the galaxy.

Sword fight!

"I remember Ronan the accuser said this was a no-holds-barred open challenge, right?"

Kallac asked loudly.

He kept his eyes on Zod.

Suppose the winner standing in the arena is Ronan the Accuser.

The sword fight will not end in person.

The reason is simple, in his opinion.

The governor of the Kree Empire is not a true warrior.

Relying on powerful weapons and not having the determination to fight to the death, what qualifications do you have to fight against yourself?

This is what Karlak really thinks.

"I don't care about the stakes, but I'm looking forward to the fight."

Dou Jian said sincerely.

"You can go down and rest first to recover from your injuries and energy."

Zod ignored the other party and silently walked into the audience holding the all-purpose weapon that resembled a warhammer as the trophy.

The accuser Ronan belongs to him, and the sword fight belongs to Luke. This is something they have agreed on long ago.

Although, this big man with a strange hair style looks quite strong and is worth a fight.
To be continued...