"Is that so?"
"I hope your body is as tough as your mouth."
Hela stopped her assault on the Chitauri legion. This was Jotunheim, not Asgard, and she wouldn't have an infinite supply here. Beckett's displayed strength so far was not weak, so just in case, Hela chose to pause her output against the Chitauri.
With a beckoning gesture, the hammer that had fallen to the ground returned to Hela's hand. Her slender form leaped down from the platform, and the divine power belonging to the Asgardian, guided by the hammer, shot straight towards Beckett, who was looking up at the sky from the ground!
Clang!
The roar of metal impact spread in ripples around Beckett's feet, and the kicked-up dust stung his eyes.
"Is this all the strength you have?"
From within the dust, after crossing his arms and enduring Hela's hammer strike from above, Beckett's perpetually cold face, to The Other's astonished gaze, now showed a hint of excitement.
Even though the silver armor covering his arms had shattered under Hela's hammer blow.
"You're still far from it."
His arms swung forward abruptly, and Hela, holding the hammer, felt a powerful force surge from Beckett's arms. Her body was uncontrollably forced back, and Beckett pursued relentlessly!
With every cell in his body filled with the aesthetic of violence, Beckett relentlessly pressured Hela, who held a hammer in one hand and a sword in the other. His bare arms, no longer protected by silver armor, showed no fear, and the storm-like barrage of attacks made it difficult for Hela to adapt.
In all the Nine Realms, she had never encountered a young man like Beckett who could dominate her purely through physical strength.
Each weapon formed by her will was narrowly dodged by Beckett, and his innate combat intuition gave him an almost cheating advantage in close-quarters combat.
Saiyans, born for battle!
"What's wrong, daughter of Odin? Have you completely given up resisting?"
His fists and feet, leaving afterimages in the air, all landed on Hela's body. The speed was so great that even Hela could barely discern it with her eyes, only able to evade Beckett's attacks through the intuition honed in her long combat career.
But Beckett's attacks were too fast, too dense, to the point that even Hela couldn't fully evade them with intuition alone. Her arms, knees, abdomen, and even her chest – any area within reach of Beckett's hands on Hela's body did not escape being attacked.
"No, I just find your fists to be too weak and powerless." Enduring the soreness all over her body, Hela, at the risk of leaving herself wide open, summoned several greatswords and slashed them straight at Beckett, who intended to continue pressing her.
"So weak that I don't even bother to defend."
Boom!
The thick, three-part greatsword was shattered into pieces by a single punch from Beckett. Sharp magical metal exploded like scattered flowers, and the fragments scratched Beckett's arms, which were no longer protected by silver armor, and also injured Hela, who couldn't dodge in time.
The combat suit, personally crafted for her by Frigga, the Asgardian's foremost sorceress and Hela's mother, was torn by the magical metal fragments. Her arms, thighs... patches of her fair skin exposed to the open air showed flowing crimson blood.
It was impossible to tell if it was Beckett's blood or Hela's.
"What is this, the self-comfort of the weak?" Beckett mockingly looked at Hela before him, completely unconcerned about his scratched fists. This wasn't even a minor injury to him.
"But, it doesn't matter."
"Whether it's the helpless whimpering of a loser or the frantic helplessness of the weak, this is your last chance to express your emotions."
"Daughter of Odin, weep for my strength." Beckett raised his blood-stained right hand, and the arrogant smirk on his lips became increasingly glaring in Hela's eyes.
Weep, scream, and then, die!
Grinning sinisterly, Beckett forcefully pushed off the ground with his legs, instantly charging towards Hela, who had created distance between them, like a cannonball fired from its barrel.
"You really know how to flatter yourself. Thanos didn't teach you any real skills, only how to run your mouth all day?"
Standing still, Hela, with Beckett's figure reflected in her pupils, sneered and ran her hands over her head. Her striking hairstyle transformed back into soft, ink-black hair that draped behind her. She raised both hands forward, and an invisible wall materialized before Beckett.
What is this?
Beckett felt as if his body had collided with an unyielding wall. This unyielding wall then became incredibly soft after colliding with him, enveloping him deeply, as if he had fallen into a swamp at the edge of an endless coast, making it impossible to break free.
"Crystal Wall, one of the magics from the Aries Galaxy. This is a gift from my mother."
Haughtily lifting her chin, Hela looked at Beckett, who seemed to be fighting an invisible battle, a cruel smile returning to her face.
"My father, Odin, is the most powerful king in the Nine Realms. And my mother is the most intelligent sorceress in the Nine Realms. She taught me many spells when I was young."
"For example, the Crystal Wall from the Aries Galaxy, and also, the Arrow of Annihilation from the Sagittarius Galaxy." A gust of wind whipped up Hela's ink-black hair from behind her shoulders, and Hela assumed a posture of drawing a bow and arrow.
Dark magical metal rapidly took shape according to Hela's will, and a completely black bow was then dyed golden by Hela's magical power.
A trace of the elemental forces between heaven and earth was drawn out by Hela's magic, converging into an arrow, and as Hela shot it, it continuously pierced into Beckett's arms, which were no longer protected by silver armor!
Pfft!
The magical arrow pierced his arm, and the gathered energy exploded on Beckett's arm, the tearing pain instantly surging through every nerve in Beckett's body!
"Oh, and also the Holy Sword from the Capricorn Galaxy. Dying under this magic, I believe, is your honor."
Having cast two spells that consumed immense energy, and now a third, Hela, who was already suffering internal injuries from Beckett's assault, was showing signs of being unable to hold on, but she gritted her teeth and endured, not revealing any discomfort in front of Beckett.
Brilliant golden light flickered in Hela's hand along with her incantation, and a colossal, crimson-gold sword gradually appeared above Beckett's head.
Capricorn Galaxy, Judgment Holy Sword!
"His Highness Beckett?!"
The Other, who had been watching the celestial battle from afar, was instantly jolted back to reality. He raised his scepter and was about to run towards Beckett, but it was clearly too late.
"Pay the price for your ignorance and arrogance, in the name of Hela Odinsdottir."
Furious winds swept across the entire plain, and the crimson-gold greatsword's light intensified, slashing directly towards Beckett's head!
"Thump... thump... thump..."
The pain from the magic arrow's explosion quickened Beckett's heartbeat. Beneath his rapid breaths, he gazed at the giant sword hurtling towards him. Far from showing any fear, Beckett's face was filled with excitement.
His body craved battle, yearned for the breakthroughs that came with every brush with death.
Every cell in his body trembled with excitement at Beckett's will, and new strength poured ceaselessly into his limbs. The magical energy that had seeped into his arms was forcefully expelled from his body by Beckett's power, and the Crystal Wall that had bound his form dissolved instantly into glittering snowflakes.
"Aaaaaah!!!!!"
Beckett stomped his feet on the ground, knees slightly bent. Veins bulged visibly on his skin, and he threw his head back, letting out a sky-shattering roar that lingered long over the bloody plains.
"Disappear, Hela Odinsdottir!!!!"
A colossal surge of energy erupted. Beckett leaped forward, rising from below, and shattered the Judgment Holy Sword Hela had conjured with a single punch!
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