Marvel: The Greatest Hero Era

"Come on, get in the car."

A Dodge Challenger Demon 6.2T was already parked on the side of the road waiting for them.

This muscle beast can break down in just 2.3 seconds, boasting 850 horsepower and 1044 Nm of torque; it's simply a muscle monster.

The beautiful woman got into the passenger seat and tossed a key to Zhao Chen.

You drive.

Zhao Chen got into the driver's seat, started the engine, and excitedly gripped the steering wheel with both hands. This was indeed a car that could get people's blood pumping, a car that would make people tremble unconsciously with excitement and tension when they touched its steering wheel.

Put it in first gear and floor it.

With the intense friction between the tires and the ground, even the modified 300-width tires still broke through the grip limit under the powerful torque.

Zhao Chen shifted into first gear and floored the accelerator.

The Challenger Demon sped off amidst a great deal of disgust caused by the intense friction between its tires and the ground.

Chapter 1042 Sports and Entertainment Channel

Once you get in the car, everything else is irrelevant to you. First gear goes over 100 km/h, second gear wheelies, third gear accelerates violently, fourth gear floor the accelerator, fifth gear goes off the charts, and sixth gear chases the freedom of the wind with your life.

Zhao Chen was currently in a state of frantic driving.

The tachometer spiked, and the speed exceeded 350 km/h. And this was still in the urban area of ​​the city of transvestites. However, Zhao Chen's superb driving skills skillfully avoided the densely packed transvestites walking around.

"Slow down, you scared me to death! My heart is so fragile!" the beautiful woman said.

Upon hearing the beautiful woman's voice, Zhao Chen seemed to be stimulated and became even more frenzied. He began to drift and show off his driving skills.

"Honey, slow down."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Chen reflexively slammed on the brakes, and the ghostly screech of the supercharger abruptly ceased.

If it weren't for the seatbelt, the woman would have already hit the windshield.

"We've arrived. Get out of the car," the woman said impatiently.

Zhao Chen followed the beautiful woman slowly into a stadium.

The stadium is open-air, just like a main stadium.

The deafening cheers of the audience erupted from inside.

The beautiful woman led Zhao Chen to a private, luxurious seat in the stands. The view from there was exceptionally wide, making it the best vantage point in the entire stadium.

"How does it feel?"

Zhao Chen looked at the stadium thoughtfully, but did not answer.

The open-air stadium was packed with spectators; there must have been tens of thousands of them.

This scene, this scale, is no less than a pound-for-pound championship fight in a Las Vegas stadium.

In the middle of the stadium, two transvestites were engaged in a life-or-death struggle.

A man holding two steel whips, shirtless, was 1.9 meters tall, but his body appeared very slender.

His opponent, about 180 cm tall, had well-proportioned muscles, wore a Spartan helmet—a golden helmet—and was bare-chested. He held a round shield in his left hand and gripped a spear tightly in his right, looking every bit the Spartan warrior.

He shouted "Sparta!"

He charged suddenly at his opponent.

"Panzer, Panzer, Panzer!" the audience chanted wildly.

Pantheon, the Spartan warrior, clashed with his opponent. Both men landed hits on each other, and their bodies were covered in wounds, with blood splattering everywhere.

"Kill him, kill him, kill him! Pantheon, I'm rooting for you, you're the best!" the audience continued to chant.

A few minutes later, Pantheon suddenly leaped up and kneed his opponent in the chest. The opponent's attention was completely focused on Pantheon's weapon, and he did not expect Pantheon to suddenly do such a thing.

His opponent was knocked to the ground by the force of the knee strike, and a pair of steel whips fell to the side. Pansen used the force of the knee strike to leap into the air, and as he flew higher and higher, he gradually disappeared from people's sight.

"Hush!" A chorus of boos erupted from the crowd.

Did Pantheon, that coward, run away in the real battle?

His opponent stood up, picked up two steel whips, and looked around for Pansen.

A minute passed, and Pantheon still hadn't appeared.

"You coward! I had such high hopes for you, and you actually pulled this trick! You piece of trash, I bet a lot of money on you and you won!" a transvestite shouted.

The other long-time ladyboys all wore expressions of extreme displeasure, feeling cheated.

Suddenly, a powerful force pressed all the spectators to the ground, except for the beautiful woman and Zhao Chen.

A figure appeared in the sky. Yes, it was Pantheon. He flew very, very high, almost reaching the surface of the Earth's core, which is the surface of this world.

Now he appeared, and with this incredible power, he crashed heavily to the ground, creating a huge crater from the impact.

In the middle of the giant crater, a hole appeared, and this hole was formed by a humanoid shape about 190 cm tall. Pantheon's opponent was nowhere to be seen, and perhaps this hole was formed by Pantheon's opponent.

"Come on, man. Whos next? Whos next!" Pantheon shouted, raising his shield high.

"Important! I can beat anyone! Yes, anyone! I look forward to the next fight! I look forward to a strong opponent!" Panson continued shouting.

Then he lowered his head, struck a very cool pose, and swaggered out of the stadium like a rascal.

A few sleazy transvestites came out, dug a bloody, barely breathing man out of the hole, put him on a stretcher, and dragged him out of the stadium.

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This is the fate of Pantheon's opponent, and of course, no one knows what will happen to him afterward.

"Please wait a moment, everyone. The most exciting and important match of the day is about to begin!" The commentator announced loudly into the microphone amidst the deafening cheers of the audience.

A few minutes later, a monster walked into the stadium.

He was a half-human, half-machine monster, a huge and deformed creature.

He possessed a tattered and mutilated head, reminiscent of the Abomination from World of Warcraft, both terrifying and nauseating. Small eyes on this head emitted a malevolent green light, gazing disdainfully ahead, awaiting the arrival of his opponent.

His body was thick and muscular, with a mechanical device connecting his torso and head. His body was covered with numerous stitched wounds, and tubes were everywhere, with green life-sustaining fluid constantly flowing through them.

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His hands.

My God, these are no longer human hands. His left hand is rotten and broken, like the arm of a giant undead embedded in a cannon. Nobody knows what this "cannon" will shoot.

His right hand was broken off and attached to a chainsaw, seemingly designed for close combat.

The lower body, which looks gruesome, no longer has legs.

Not only his legs, but his entire lower body was made of metal. His lower body was replaced by a machine, and his upper body was also crudely and perversely embedded in this machine.

It has four mechanical legs, covered with parts that have a cold, metallic feel.

His feet, or rather, his robotic feet, were no longer what people imagined; they were like four blades, with the tips pointing downwards.

His entire appearance was like a jumble of machines and fragmented flesh stitched together with needles and screws, more disgusting than the Abomination in World of Warcraft, accompanied by an unbearable stench of rotting corpses.

Why did the audience stop shouting at this point? Because the audience was terrified.

Some were vomiting, some had fainted, and some of the braver ones were trembling.

"Are you scared? Look at these horrible faces. This is all thanks to you, thanks to this world, you ants." (Cun)

Chapter 1043 The Unspeakable Gladiator Battle

Urgot was once Noxus's executioner, an extremely brutal fellow.

He has come to know countless kind souls for this country, and his hands are stained with the blood of this nation.

Then the country betrayed him.

He was chained tightly to his limbs in the damp underground prison of Zaun.

But in this underground prison, he learned the most wicked and destructive way to attack and bind enemies—the hook—that truly suited him.

Soon after, a terrible war suddenly broke out in Zaun, the war between Noxus and Demacia. Urgot also took advantage of the chaos to successfully escape from prison. In the dampest and darkest corner of Zaun, an evil criminal organization was discovered.

Urgot is the king here, and the chains that were once used to restrict his freedom have instead become tools for him to torture humans.

Under Urgot's rule, Zaun became a complete hell. People no longer cared about "833" gold; simply being alive was a blessing.

"If you want to challenge me, then experience what it's like to be torn apart and melted by my chains and poison gas bombs." — Urgot

Then one day, the mighty Urgot was captured by some mysterious force and brought to this world.

Urgot swaggered sideways like a crab to the center of the arena, truly walking sideways.

This brutal, despicable creature, over 3 meters tall but wider than its height—like a small tank—raised both "hands" simultaneously, glaring at the audience, roaring, flaunting its strong, bloodied body, and displaying its cruelty and violence.

“One day I will tear you all apart, you evil perverts!” Urgot roared, glaring at the stands.

Many transgender people, out of fear, scurried around in the stands, covering their faces, terrified that this brutal and mutilated creature would remember their faces and appearance, and that this wretched thing would run away and find them.

"Silence! Don't be afraid. Our King can crush this disgusting guy like a bug at any time. He certainly has that ability, and you all know that better than anyone else," the commentator shouted into the microphone.

A hint of smugness flashed across the beautiful woman's face.