Sakaar, another peaceful day.
The booming explosions had long since become routine for every Sakaaran. They ate, they drank, and the initial panic had completely vanished from their faces.
"How long do you think Hela can last this time?"
Leaning against the stands, the Grandmaster watched the two figures "fighting" in the arena. His hands itched to set up a bet.
"One minute?"
"Or two minutes?"
"Probably, should be about a minute..."
After a few days of interaction, Jennifer's fear of the Grandmaster had gradually faded into nothing.
Furthermore, among the people present, she was the only one whose status was suitable for conversing with the Grandmaster.
Zola was a slave in the Arena, The Other was Beckett's subordinate, and Woz was no different, being of the same ilk as The Other. Only Jennifer, who had once been the leader of the Gafa rebels, had a status that could barely be considered on par with a leader.
"Want to bet something?"
"For example, if you lose, you'll stay on Sakaar and work for me?"
The Grandmaster turned, his eager gaze making Jennifer a little uncomfortable.
"Grandmaster, my teacher mentioned you before," Jennifer politely declined.
Such a moody boss who bullied the weak and feared the strong was not what Jennifer wanted.
"Ah, I see..." The Grandmaster nodded understandingly, turning back to focus on the two individuals in the arena whose match had already concluded. He rested his hands on the railing of the stands, his eyes gleaming.
The vast Arena was covered in frost.
Hela's "Forgiveness of the Goddess of Death," empowered by Death Divinity, had failed to inflict any damage on Beckett.
"Hoo..."
Hela landed silently after a backflip to dissipate the force, her chest heaving rapidly, her breathing clearly uneven.
"This is the end."
Beckett's voice was right behind her. Startled, Hela turned her head, and a muscled arm appeared before her!
What?!
When?!
A rough palm directly locked onto her throat. With a surge of powerful force, Hela's body crashed to the ground under its might!
Her black bodysuit, etched with mysterious patterns, continuously scraped against the shattered ground. Choked by Beckett, Hela was like a rag doll, tossed around at his whim as he dragged her across the ground, leaving a long trail!
Bang!
Dragging her all the way to the end of the Arena, Beckett slammed Hela's body against the stone wall!
"Thirty-third time, you lost," the energy on his fingertips gathered but did not disperse. Beckett raised his head, a smile that Hela found detestable still on his lips.
"Tsk." Hela turned her head, unwilling to see this man's proud and smug expression.
"As expected of His Highness Beckett!"
"So powerful! The Princess of Asgard is helpless before you!"
In the stands, The Other repeated the words he had already said thirty-two times. Beside him, Woz, sitting on a stand chair with its short legs dangling and swinging, held a can of oil half its size and guzzled it down.
"Stop drinking, Woz, it's over,"
The Other, unable to watch, poked Woz's belly with the scepter in his hand. The mechanical cat, with remnants of oil on its mouth, looked up blankly, its large eyes showing no understanding.
"What?"
"I just started?"
"How is it over already?"
The round, furry face of the little mechanical cat was filled with confusion.
Hela, limping as she walked down from the Arena, heard this and her face darkened. She remained silent.
She couldn't even last as long as it took him to drink a can of oil. How embarrassing.
Knowing that it took him three minutes to drink a can of oil, it meant Hela couldn't even last three minutes against His Highness Beckett after his evolution?
Even when it controlled robots, it could last three minutes!
Woz felt inexplicably proud. Even though Beckett had gone easy on them by an entire galaxy, it was still proud.
"Hey, has your plan failed?"
Having finished his daily warm-up, Beckett leaned against the railing, idly teasing Woz, who was jumping and reaching for the can of oil in his hand, and asked without looking back.
They had been on Sakaar for fifteen days. The entire central district of Sakaar had grown accustomed to the earthquakes they created daily. Ego still hadn't arrived.
Even though the second edition of Ego's personal photo album had held a press conference and sold out, Ego still hadn't shown up.
"Who knows."
Hela subtly signaled to the Grandmaster. The latter, understanding immediately, found an excuse to return to the Sakaar central control center and deactivated the hidden energy shield that had been enveloping Sakaar.
"Perhaps he's been looking for an entrance to Sakaar?"
Hela rubbed her wrist and looked up at the sky. The clear blue sky brought an involuntary smile to her eyes.
"What did you say?"
Beckett paused at her words, turning back with a frown. Hela, however, was already walking away.
"Where are you going?"
"To take a bath, want to come?" Hela waved to Beckett without looking back. He sneered.
What's so great about taking a bath?
"Beckett, you and Ego—" After Hela left, Jennifer, sitting on the railing with her clansmen Zola, began to ask Beckett. He interrupted her before she could finish.
"If you tell me to give up this idea, I'll kill you too."
Beckett said, word by word. The intense killing intent made Jennifer's tone falter.
"I understand."
Jennifer shrugged and jumped down from the railing.
"Let's go, Zola."
"Huh? Oh, coming." The dazed Zola followed behind Jennifer.
"Beckett."
Just before leaving the Arena, Jennifer looked up at the clear blue sky above and spoke.
"Yes?"
"Don't die. I don't have the ability of a teacher to send you away from Sakaar."
"I thought you were going to tell me to go easy on Ego."
"I have nothing to do with him anymore, not since he helped the Knowhere King, Robin." She lightly brushed aside a strand of hair from her forehead, her chin-length wine-red hair gleaming brilliantly under the scorching sun.
Sakaar Central Control Room.
Hela, having just finished her bath, pushed open the door and sat down, crossing her legs. "How is it, Grandmaster? Has Ego arrived?"
If the Sakaar's cloaking barrier had been lifted, Ego should have been able to find it soon.
The Grandmaster did not reply.
"Grandmaster?"
Hela instinctively sensed something was wrong. She raised her hands, and two dark longswords stabbed directly at the Grandmaster's back, which was turned to her.
"You reacted, as expected of the daughter of Odin!"
Ego's voice came through. Hela's expression remained unchanged. With the swords leading the way, she retreated rapidly!
"It's already too late."
A cold voice echoed. Silver tentacles, looking much thinner than before when they were in Gafa, appeared and attempted to ensnare Hela's limbs.
"Is that so?"
"I don't think so."
Hela shrugged and smashed through the wall of the central control room!
Her exquisite figure, accompanied by a shower of falling stones, landed precisely in the Arena below the central control room!
Ego, clad in a white robe with silver trim, descended in front of Hela, his expression blank.
"Look at me!"
Hela pouted and styled her hair as if to strike.
"Confess to me the sins you have committed!"
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