Marvel: The Greatest Hero Era

Then everything was different from what he had imagined. Under Captain America's fierce barrage of attacks from both sides, Zhao Chen casually and effortlessly neutralized all of Captain America's attacks, which Captain America considered to be precise strikes.

In the final strike of Captain America's combo attack, the net swept from below his jaw to his face, lifting the hood that symbolizes the superhero and the good guy keeping his face hidden, revealing Captain America's handsome face.

"Your strength is much weaker than I imagined. Even if your moves are extremely vicious, it's as easy for me to beat you as a father beating his son."

"Give up. We're not on the same side. I don't care about reputation or profit like you do. Let's call it a draw. That way, you can at least save a little bit of face," Zhao Chen said with utter disdain and a hint of contempt.

But he didn't expect that these seemingly friendly yet slightly sarcastic words would deeply hurt Captain America's young heart.

"I only wanted to have a friendly spar with you, but now you've insulted me like this. I'm going to fight you to the death. We have an irreconcilable feud."

After Captain America finished speaking, he screamed hysterically. The scream resounded through the heavens and the earth. The sound overwhelmed the entire Zhongnan Mountain, and millions of fans who were fighting for their idols were unconsciously drawn to "827 The Duel of the Gods".

With a deafening roar, Captain America was suddenly engulfed in flames, a fiery inferno that covered his entire body from head to toe.

It makes Captain America look like the living, breathing sun, a condensed version of the sun.

Perhaps this is the divine power that Captain America gained from his secluded training in the sun.

That's right, Captain America is no longer a mortal. He has the power of the sun. He is a god, or at least a demigod.

Everyone was awestruck and trembled by this power and heat.

Zhao Chen was the only one contemplating the situation and did not feel any sense of oppression from the power.

He stood on tiptoe, looking down at Captain America, who was about the same height as him, with great disdain and ease.

Even the power of the sun was nothing more than a gentle breeze to Zhao Chen. Perhaps it was because after Zhao Chen defeated Thanos, he unknowingly absorbed Thanos's power, which elevated his divine power to a higher level.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Chen suddenly felt a powerful force coming from behind.

Despite Zhao Chen's faster-than-light reaction speed and the slight tilt of his head to the right, he still felt a burning pain on the left side of his face.

Then, at this moment, a shallow scar appeared on Zhao Chen's face.

Zhao Chen turned around to look.

Chapter 1032 Superhuman Recovery Speed

Zhao Chen's expression began to tense up.

He no longer showed any contempt.

Apollo, the sun god, stood behind him, his body wreathed in flames, and he held a flaming spear in his hand as well.

"Brother, I heard your call, but this is all I can do for you. I have already violated the laws of the divine realm by participating in the battles of the mortal world."

As soon as Apollo finished speaking, he transformed into a streak of fire and rose into the sky.

"Come back, and I'll fight with all my dignity on the line. If you don't help me, how can I save face?" Captain America sighed to the heavens.

"Do you still think you have any dignity left? Your repeated insidious attacks, and the fact that you even hired help, have made this duel unfair, and I will no longer show any mercy."

"Perhaps you should never have existed. Perhaps I should have made you vanish like Thanos, your soul scattered and turned into nothingness."

“Perhaps it really is time,” Zhao Chen said expressionlessly.

It's rare to see Zhao Chen so serious; it seems he's really angry.

Zhao Chen raised his hands high, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, forming a black hole between his hands.

As the leader of League of Legends, Zhao Chen did not make a big deal out of this. He was ambushed without any help, which angered him. He could no longer control his emotions, nor could he be as calm as usual because of his enlightenment and power.

This is a cruel power, a power that seems capable of destroying everything, a power as ancient as this world itself.

Although Zhao Chen's hands, carrying black holes, slammed down towards Captain America's head from above.

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Accompanied by Captain America's scream.

Everything he sensed, his own soul, was being gradually decomposed, slowly washed into the black hole created by this boundless power.

I felt my body gradually disappearing, little by little, slowly turning into nothingness.

Captain America sensed the approach of death; an indescribable fear began to take over his entire body, relentlessly consuming him.

"Enough, I surrender, please let me go. I have already succumbed to your overwhelming power, you have won."

Captain America's face was streaked with tears.

His inferiority complex and sense of loss led him to even wish for death.

But in the end, he succumbed to fear and begged for mercy.

Captain America didn't expect Zhao Chen to let him off the hook, after all, he had gone too far today and he genuinely felt remorse. But the force that was about to tear him to shreds suddenly disappeared.

"Get up. We've fought to a draw today. You've even scratched my face, but luckily the wound isn't deep. It should be invisible in a few days."

“I have a way to make it heal quickly, but I want to let it heal more naturally and slowly, like an ordinary person.” Zhao Chen sincerely bent over and grabbed Captain America’s hands, trying to help him up.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong. I was utterly defeated. I shouldn't have been so arrogant. May I ask for something I shouldn't have?"

"Speak, my brother."

"Can I join your ranks? I want to fight alongside you against all evil in the universe."

"It's laughable that I, with my pathetic power, dare to try to become the strongest in this world. It's even more ridiculous that I should use this power to kill each other with those on the same side. Please accept me," Captain America said humbly.

"Oh, my dear husband, look at your face, it's broken. It breaks my heart. Will it leave a scar? Will it ruin your handsome face? Let me kiss your wound."

"This wound will heal quickly, and you won't see it anymore. However, I will preserve my divine power at its most perfect state, so I cannot use it to heal the wound."

"If I were to have this scar on my face forever, would you still be with me?"

"Oh, you're so annoying! Even if you become as ugly as Thanos, we'll still love you, beautiful lady, don't you think?"

"That despicable Captain America, that hypocrite, driven by vanity, so shameless! He hurt my husband like this, I don't know if he'll die, sob sob." As the beautiful woman spoke, tears began to fall uncontrollably.

"Yes, my husband is so pitiful." Shan Shan chimed in, tears welling up in her eyes.

The ground was covered with a large puddle of water, a large puddle of tears.

"So you love me this much? I only suffered a tiny scratch, and you're all so upset?" Zhao Chen felt as if his heart was being torn apart.

"Alright, let's not think about these sad things anymore. Come on, my darlings." Zhao Chen said, pulling the two stunning beauties into his arms.

"If I fall in love with another woman, will you be jealous?" Zhao Chen asked after a few words.

"Of course not. As long as you continue to love me like this, what does it matter if you marry a hundred wives? A perfect man like you, a combination of strength and beauty, you certainly deserve to love 100 women. Of course I won't be jealous," the beautiful woman said, blushing.

“Of course, of course, no matter who you fall in love with, we will always love you,” Shan Shan retorted.

The three of them hugged each other tightly once again.

This hug lasted until around midnight the following day.

It was a quiet night, and there was no sound around.

Soon, hurried footsteps sounded outside, getting closer and closer.

It seemed like a danger, a danger that was gradually approaching. If such footsteps were heard in this sparsely populated place, it would make one's scalp tingle.

Even someone as strong as Zhao Chen was exhausted from being with two stunningly beautiful women.

At this moment, the demigod was like a baby, fast asleep and in a daze.

Bang, bang, bang! The knocking on the door rang out.

The knocking grew louder.

With a loud bang, the door was hit hard, but the force did not damage its structure.

Zhao Chen was suddenly awakened by this sound.

Zhao Chen carefully pulled up his pants and cautiously walked towards the door.

He suddenly (Qian Hao) became clear-headed and remembered his own identity and his destructive power.

He suddenly began to feel angry because he had been woken from his sweet dreams, but he was also afraid of waking his beautiful wives.

Zhao Chen pressed his face against the door.

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

"Brother Zhao, it's me, your little brother. Guess who I am?"

"How would I know who you are or what you want? Okay, wait a minute, I'll get dressed."

As usual, Zhao Chen prepared to wear a designer outfit.

"Which one should I wear?" The wardrobe is full of all kinds of gorgeous clothes.

Hanfu, Tang Dynasty clothing, motorcycle-style leather pants, Western suits, chainmail, plate armor... there are just too many to list.

At the same time, Zhao Chen looked in the mirror and saw that the scars on his face had disappeared.

"Looks like I don't need to use divine power; my regenerative abilities are beyond human comprehension. Right, I should probably dress up a bit; after all, I'm the idol of millions."

Chapter 1033 Having a Drink with My Brothers

A few hours later, it was already three or four in the morning. Zhao Chen was wearing a designer suit, his long hair was neatly styled, his handsome face, high nose, and big eyes always revealed an indescribable confidence. His aura was undeniable.

Zhao Chen opened the door, and a burly man was sitting in the doorway. His left elbow was resting on his leg, his hand was clenched into a fist and supporting his drooping head, while his left hand hung down naturally in a relaxed manner.