Marvel: My Sign-in System-Chapter 260: C252

Boom!

The skies of Asgard churned with ominous clouds streaked with blood-red and blue lightning, painting a chaotic, apocalyptic scene. The Milky Way seemed to writhe above, and a massive vortex swirled violently in the heavens.

The doomsday-like display drew the attention of countless Asgardians—residents and warriors alike. Panic rippled briefly through the streets, but curiosity soon overtook fear. Throngs of people rushed toward the banquet hall, initially fearing an invasion. To their surprise, they discovered the source of the disturbance: a contest of strength between Thor and a warrior from Midgard.

This revelation sparked the interest of Asgard's warriors, who eagerly attempted to push through the crowd for a better view. But duty prevailed; reluctantly, they returned to their posts, leaving the spectacle to others.

On the balcony of Asgard's Crystal Palace, Frigga stood, her soft robes fluttering in the wind. She gazed thoughtfully at the turbulent sky.

"A power unlike any I have seen before," she mused. "It seems to manifest as pure fighting spirit, refined into a kingly presence. Such gifted children. Perhaps they will become the new variables that lead Asgard to even greater heights."

"Thor..." she murmured with a knowing smile.

Inside the banquet hall, the air was a whirlwind of chaos. Gale-force winds swept through, making it difficult for anyone to stand firm. Faces stung as the gusts struck, but the discomfort only heightened the crowd's exhilaration. Cheers erupted as they pressed forward, determined to witness the contest between Thor and the Midgardian warrior, Sumarokov.

The clash of raw power ignited a primal fervor among the Asgardians, who valued strength above all. At the center of the storm, Thor and Sumarokov stood locked in combat. Thunder roared as lightning arced around them, scorching the air and filling the hall with the sharp scent of ozone. The Asgardian spectators, standing as close as they dared, felt the electric charge in the air; their hair stood on end. Yet no one retreated. All eyes were on the two warriors.

Thor and Sumarokov's muscles bulged, their veins standing out like rivers under the strain of their contest. Thor's blond hair crackled with static, standing on end as his aura surged like a tidal wave. His face twisted into a ferocious grin as he roared, pouring every ounce of his strength into the struggle. Sumarokov met him with equal intensity, his deep voice booming in defiance.

The stone table between them cracked under the immense pressure. Finally, with a deafening boom, it shattered completely, sending shards flying in all directions. Thunder and blood-red lightning exploded outward, mingling with dust and debris in a chaotic storm.

Even the boldest Asgardians flinched at the sheer power on display, their cheers briefly turning to gasps. The situation teetered on the brink of catastrophe until Wanda stepped in.

Her delicate hands glowed with crimson light, her eyes burning red with Chaos Magic. With a wave, she enveloped the banquet hall in her power, freezing the raging lightning and turbulent energies in place. Slowly, the chaos dissolved into nothingness, leaving behind only silence and awe.

A wave of cheers followed Wanda's intervention, and many warriors cast admiring glances her way.

As the dust settled, Thor and Sumarokov stood revealed, still locked in their competitive stances. Both men were unscathed, their eyes alight with unyielding fighting spirit. It was clear the contest had not ended but had only fueled their desire for more.

The crowd fell silent, their attention riveted on the two combatants.

Thor licked his lips and grinned. "We have a gladiator arena in Asgard."

Sumarokov's face lit up with a matching grin. "What are we waiting for?"

"Haha! I knew you'd understand, my friend!" Thor bellowed, his laughter booming like thunder.

With that, he launched himself into the air, riding a storm of lightning and wind. Sumarokov crouched, then sprang forward with explosive force, leaving cracked earth in his wake as he chased after Thor.

The crowd roared in excitement, surging en masse toward the gladiator arena. Within moments, the once-bustling banquet hall was deserted, littered only with overturned tables, scattered food, and broken dishes—a testament to the chaos that had unfolded moments before.

Meanwhile, in the depths of hell, Mephisto hovered above a massive crater, his battered form trembling. Blood dripped from the gaping wounds that marred his body, pooling on the scorched ground below. His once-pristine black hair hung in disarray, framing his face in wild, tangled strands.

"What... What have you done?" Mephisto's voice was ragged, tinged with disbelief and fury.

Leon stood calmly in the distance, his pristine attire untouched by the chaos. Not a speck of dust marred his appearance. He tilted his head, meeting Mephisto's gaze with a playful smirk but offering no reply.

Why should he reveal his secrets? Answering would be akin to handing over his trump card.

Mephisto's expression twisted with a mix of rage, fear, and confusion. Only half an hour ago, he had attempted to flee after sensing that the battle was turning against him. But Leon's relentless pursuit had thwarted his escape.

Then, without warning, Mephisto's dominion—a realm where he reigned supreme—was forcibly severed. A vast, incomprehensible power had reshaped the space, isolating him from the source of his immortality.

Stripped of his advantage, Mephisto was no longer the unassailable Demon Lord of Hell. He was vulnerable. And Leon's smirk only deepened, as if reveling in the demon's despair.

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