Boom!
A massive magnetic field erupted like a ruptured dam, bursting into the sky like a volcanic explosion. A powerful force field surged from Bardi's left arm, distorting space as it expanded.
In an instant, Mongul was blasted backward by the shockwave.
Like a cannonball, Mongul was thrown into the arena wall, smashing a deep crater. His body disappeared into the blackness within the fractured wall, leaving behind a gaping void.
Bardi frowned. The overwhelming magnetic field surged violently from his exposed left arm, like a volcano erupting in space. Within a three-kilometer radius, the area was twisted and distorted, the air warped and molecules shattered.
He stood at the center of the arena like a demon whose arm seal had been broken, stirring chaos and destruction. A massive vortex formed around him, tearing through everything with tyrannical force.
The towering pressure blanketed the entire arena. It felt as though the sky itself was collapsing, swallowed by Bardi. The stars above were obliterated in his presence, the cosmos crushed beneath his feet. He stood, unmatched, like a supreme demon god.
Countless aliens in the stands stared in disbelief, breathless, trembling as they gazed at the being who stood like a devil incarnate.
"Who is he?"
"He took a punch from Mongul and wasn't even fazed!"
"What is that monster?!"
"The magnetic field alone is tearing through air, distorting it and breaking apart molecules!"
"Ah…!!"
Suddenly, amid the stunned discussions, sharp screams rang out.
"My legs! My legs!"
The magnetic field had spread to the front rows of the stands, twisting the steel guardrails and shattering them into molecules. The destruction spread silently but violently. In an instant, along the direction of Bardi's left arm, the field had torn through and mangled over three thousand aliens' legs.
They screamed, howled, and retreated in horror.
"Back up!"
"His aura—his aura tore my leg apart!"
"What kind of demon is this?!"
"Run!"
"Get out of here!"
"Damn it, that armor must have been sealing his power!"
"I've never seen anything like this! Just standing there, he's creating black holes, warping space, and ripping matter apart!"
"Run!"
"Get off this planet before we all die!"
The entire arena descended into chaos. Over a million spectators broke out in cold sweat, running for their lives. It was as though an ancient demon king had awakened, tearing away his restraints. His power surged uncontrollably, covering the arena, each movement capable of destroying the entire planet-sized Warworld.
Panic erupted. No longer did anyone care for the thrill of combat. The frenzy of beast-blood excitement vanished. Terrified aliens fled, desperate not to be collateral damage in what was now a cataclysm.
Because the twisted magnetic field had already consumed nearly 5,000 lives. Bodies were disfigured in fear, limbs twisted, bones pulverized, blood splattered into the air and dissolved into a fine mist. The mist floated, thick and red, grotesque and horrifying.
In a heartbeat, the arena became an apocalyptic nightmare.
Bardi felt a headache forming. The damage to the left-arm segment of the Emperor's Armor had unleashed an uncontrollable magnetic field. It surged from his left arm, like a cosmic unicorn's horn focusing a singularity vortex, forming black holes that rapidly expanded, threatening to consume the solar system.
It needed to be contained. Isolated.
In his mind, Bardi reviewed the design again. Each joint of the armor should have been isolated independently. That way, even if a section was damaged, only localized magnetic activity would occur—still controllable. But now, with the entire arm segment destroyed, the magnetic field of his entire body was pouring out uncontrollably.
He silently considered how to re-engineer the Emperor's Armor.
Then he turned his gaze toward General Ott, Captain Larkin, and Team Jamie nearby. He nodded, signaling them to evacuate Kara and Cyborg Superman.
They quickly carried Kara and the mechanical warrior away. As they passed Bardi, Team Jamie glanced back at him with admiration and excitement, saluting until they disappeared from view.
They didn't dare linger.
It was far too dangerous here.
Boom, boom, boom...
Warworld trembled like an earthquake underfoot, violently shifting in space. Explosions echoed, as if a cosmic giant were stomping on the surface, shaking the entire structure.
The crowd grew even more terrified. They looked around in panic and fled, overwhelmed by confusion and fear.
Mongul emerged, step by step, from the shattered, pitch-black crater.
"You… damn you!"
His eyes were bloodshot, glowing scarlet with fury and killing intent. His presence brought a wave of crushing pressure.
But compared to Bardi's substantial magnetic field, Mongul's aura was child's play. His pressure might be enough to crush an ordinary being's body, but Bardi's presence warped and shattered molecules, generated singularities, and birthed black holes. There was no comparison.
Pong…
A ray of red high-energy light shot out from Mongul's burning eyes, tearing through the air and distorting the space in front of him.
Bardi casually raised his left hand. The beam, powerful enough to pierce any continent on Earth, hit his hand—and felt no stronger than a brief pass of a lighter's flame.
Upon contact, Bardi's body instinctively developed resistance to high temperatures. Even that faint warmth, like a lighter's flame grazing skin, disappeared completely.
The high-energy ray sparked off his hand and splashed to the ground, turning it to molten lava.
Pong!
Another sonic boom. Mongul moved instantly, tearing through the air. In a flash, his towering form appeared behind Bardi, shadowing over him.
"Oh?"
Bardi raised an eyebrow. That was real teleportation. Mongul had blinked from in front of him to directly above.
"Submit to my fist!!"
Mongul roared from overhead, his voice thundering as he raised a fist packed with all his strength and brought it crashing down.
Bardi didn't bother replying. Without looking up, he simply reached his left hand skyward—like a dragon rising from a cosmic abyss, mouth open, seizing Mongul by the neck and yanking him downward.
Mongul choked, his face contorted in agony as he was slammed into the ground by Bardi's grip.
Boom!
The arena exploded into a massive crater, cracks splitting into the surrounding stands.
A quarter of Warworld collapsed under the blow, dented and warped by Bardi's overwhelming force.
(To be continued.)
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