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'Didn't it get blown to death?' Bai Ye looked at the spaceship spinning like clothes in a washing machine in the huge tornado in front of him. At this rate, two spaceships would indeed survive.

Just as White Night was about to strike again, Gwen, panting heavily, noticed the battlefield below through her right eye, which was pressed against her sweaty cheek by her hair.

A thought arose in my mind.

'Since these stinky aliens are already here, why not just let them have some fun?'

As this thought arose, a golden light flashed, and the spaceship that had been dancing in the storm and had not yet been swallowed up disappeared.

Then the turbulent atmosphere suddenly stabilized, the airflow returned to calm, and only the debris from the destroyed spaceship fell from the sky with a crash.

Above Antarctica, a badly damaged airship appeared out of thin air amidst a flash of golden light.

Below, the battle was raging fiercely, with all sorts of light waves and sounds colliding, while also having to guard against attacks from the gunners next door.

Then, in an instant, the fighters felt a shadow cover the sky and envelop them.

Just by looking up, they saw several battle-damaged airships, each over a hundred meters long, hurtling towards them.

"Holy shit!" a criminal from the central district yelled, hastily dodging his opponent's attack and then avoiding the sneak attack that had suddenly appeared from above.

Standing at a distance, the criminals stared at the crashing spaceship, cursing under their breath.

The guns unit next door not only has nuclear bombs, but could this thing that looks like an alien spaceship have also been dropped from there?

Do they really think this place is a dumping ground? The contestant next door is so rude!

But the next moment, a resounding voice rang in everyone's ears.

[This is the alien spaceship I just shot down. You can borrow the rest to play with.]

[Now kill those aliens inside. The top 5 with the most kills will be guaranteed a spot in the next round. Those who don't meet the requirement will continue the competition.]

[Hmm...the person who killed their leader Malekith would also receive an extra spot.]

The voice beside them was incredibly familiar, for they had heard Bai Ye's speeches countless times, and they immediately recognized that the speaker was His Majesty.

But then, a surge of ecstasy welled up in their hearts.

Killing these people will grant you at least five victory slots, while here you toil away for just one!

"How dare you even run a market here! What the hell are you aliens?!" a criminal roared.

In an instant, everyone's eyes gleamed with bloodlust as they fixed their gazes on those enormous airships, as eager as Gorky was to see a book.

"What just happened?"

Inside the spaceship, Malekith rubbed his spinning head, feeling as if his brain had been shaken clean.

But the next moment, clanging and banging sounds came from outside.

"What's going on! Who attacked!" His face showed some panic, and an unexpected feeling arose from the bottom of his heart.

With his eyes on the screen, he saw the scene outside the spaceship: thousands of humans with red eyes, crying for food, were rushing towards this place.

Yes, thousands!

Not only in the Extraordinary Zone, but criminals from several other surrounding districts also dropped their matches upon hearing the news and rushed over from across the districts.

It's easier to fight aliens than to compete against people enhanced to supermodel levels; at least these guys seem closer to ordinary people than criminals like themselves.

After all, these competitions are too intense—singing against singers with alluring voices, playing chess against people whose brains have super-powered computing abilities that rival computers…

This is a competition of which region has the highest level of cheating. In that case, why not just target these aliens?

After all, these aliens aren't monsters who can punch out craters dozens of meters deep, jump to the finish line of a marathon with only three footprints, or use nuclear bombs more frequently than American gangsters engage in hand-to-hand combat.

Malekith's expression twisted for a moment as he watched the monsters moving swiftly in the distance.

No wonder Asgard is deserted; it turns out they... all came to settle in Midgard?

But before he could even catch his breath, he saw a muscular, broad-shouldered man suddenly leap up.

Amidst the billowing dust, he instantly traversed a distance of over a thousand meters, unleashing a right punch at several times the speed of sound.

[Lightning Speed]!

Mashiva roared, and in an instant, his speed defied the laws of physics, increasing to three times its original speed.

His right fist vanished as if in a frame skip, only to reappear slamming into the dark elf fleet.

Then, amidst a deafening roar, the hundreds-of-meters-tall spaceship, its surface made of an indestructible alloy, was instantly cleaved in two by a right fist and sent flying backward.

The earth seemed to tremble and groan, and some of the dark elves inside the spaceship were killed by the force of that punch.

"Victory belongs to the Indian region!" Mashiwacha roared to the sky, and the next moment a blinding light suddenly appeared, engulfing his figure!

That's right, it's a hydrogen bomb!

There was no time to mourn the fallen dark elves; instead, players from the gun-fighting section next door rushed to the battlefield!

Chapter 256 was incredibly authentic!

Malekith's feelings were complicated on the battlefield in Antarctica.

Amidst the panic and helplessness, there was a hint of speechlessness.

Looking at the thousands of contestants, their eyes bloodshot and surging towards them like zombies, he was momentarily at a loss for words.

"It's only been a few thousand years... have these Asgardians gone mad to this extent?"

He didn't believe at all that these monsters were Midgardians; in his mind, he still considered the criminals to be Asgardians.

At this moment, Malekith thought that Mashiva, who had broken a ship with a single punch in the distance, must be the new prince of Asgard.

But as he made that judgment, he saw the glowing hydrogen bomb engulf the Asgardian prince.

'Is this... regicide?' Malekith wondered uncertainly.

In the distance, a player from the adjacent weapons section, a sinister smile on his face, put away his submachine gun.

Inside the submachine gun's magazine are dozens of space-compressed hydrogen bombs that are launched at the speed of sound, stored using spatial capabilities.

'With more monks than porridge, the more people die, the greater my chances of winning!'

'If I kill everyone else, I can win even if I only kill one dark elf,' the player thought to himself.

He wasn't the only one; everyone else at the scene shared the same thought.

These people were already death row inmates who had been living on the edge of death and were about to be executed. Now, even with Malekith's head included, the Dark Elves only had six spots left.

In this situation, cooperating is wishful thinking; it would be better to eliminate the other main forces first.

After all, we've already seen the strength of those aliens; they're just a bunch of weak and useless trash.

"Roar!!!"

The next moment, accompanied by a roar, a figure rushed out from the mushroom cloud—it was Mahiva Cha!

Relying on its formidable strength, it miraculously survived the nuclear explosion.

Although he wasn't in the very core, the terrifying heat still obliterated most of his body.

But in an instant, the blessing of immortality bestowed upon him by several superpowered individuals took effect, allowing him to survive as long as 50% of his limbs remained intact.

Meanwhile, under the blessing of healing, his limbs began to heal at a visible speed, and he would soon be fully recovered.

Even so, the fear of almost dying just now still made him furious, and his murderous eyes looked in the direction from which the nuclear bomb was coming.

"Good! Very good!" Mashiwacha sneered repeatedly, "Since that's the case, let's kill you all first, and the final victory will still be ours."

In the astonished eyes of the gun-wielding contestants, Mashiwacha traversed a distance of over a thousand meters in just a moment.

By the time he realized what was happening, his head was already in Mahivacha's hand and crushed instantly.

With bloodshot eyes, Mashiwacha gripped the hydrogen bomb submachine gun, pulled the magazine, took out the bullets, and looked around at the entire arena.

[Lightning Speed]!

In an instant, more than a dozen hydrogen bombs, brimming with internal energy and launched at dozens of times the speed of sound, were launched.

Amidst the terrified gazes of most of the contestants, a series of violent explosions occurred.

"Boom boom boom!"

His exceptional physical strength, combined with the destructive weapon in his hand, instantly turned the surroundings into a sea of ​​death and fire.

Baiye's decision, which seemingly vacated six unclaimed positions and reduced competition, actually led to an even fiercer battle.

The next moment, amidst the intense heat and flames created by the nuclear bomb, the chaotic battle began!

Before the Dark Elves were wiped out, these criminals had already started fighting amongst themselves.

After all, given the strength of the Dark Elves, they don't need to worry about being unable to defeat them. Their biggest challenge now is how to survive the battles against other competitors.

"What's wrong with these guys?" Malekith was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Watching the contestant who could take down a ship with a single punch and use a nuclear bomb like a firecracker, he was already frantically considering giving up.

He wanted to leave, but the criminals around him wouldn't let him get away with it.

Seeing a spaceship hovering nearby, the next moment various colored light waves directly blasted the spaceship to pieces.

Looking at the shattered wreckage of the spaceship next door, he fell into complete silence.

He suddenly felt that it would be better to stay inside the ship and do nothing.

And so, the Dark Elves, who were preparing to come to Earth to collect the Aether Particles, were forced to cower inside their ships, watching the contestants' exciting performances live without having to buy tickets.

If they hadn't known the inside story, the dark elves would have even thought that this group of people were the invaders.

But his small boat couldn't protect him for long. Under the intense heat, the battle was over in less than ten minutes.

Most of the players who were drawn to the area have now perished in the aftershocks of the nuclear bombardment.

The rest managed to escape the superpowered group with difficulty, feeling terrified that the place was too chaotic.

The next moment, Malekith felt a bright light above his head, and the top of the ship was lifted off.

Five heads poked their heads in, looking at him with the eyes of someone eyeing a fat sheep.

“You want… uh!” Malekith tried to speak, but one of the contestants grabbed her by the neck and pulled her out of the spaceship like a radish.

"This must be the chicken His Majesty was talking about," one contestant said, using a translator so the others could understand.

"He looks so weak, just like an average player," one player said, puzzled.