The battle in Svartalfheim continued.
With constant volcanic eruptions and endless thunder, Svartalfheim's climate and environment were changing due to the clash between Beckett and Malekith, becoming less habitable.
"Are these two guys planning to destroy Svartalfheim?"
Hela, who had previously intended to team up with Beckett to escape, stood with her hands on her hips, gazing at the two figures constantly flashing in the sky with an extremely complex expression.
She truly never expected that Beckett, who had only slightly surpassed her not long ago, had now far outstripped her. When she was still in her peer group, Beckett had already evolved to the point of challenging Malekith. Her declaration, "I will definitely defeat you next time we meet," now felt like a joke in the face of this cruel reality.
It was exceptionally jarring.
"You're still twenty thousand years too early to defeat me."
"Father said my evolution speed is faster than light."
Beckett's words from the past were now coming true one by one. She had indeed fallen behind.
"You bastard!"
The Dark Elf King, his rage burning to its peak, roared.
"But, you're just a mere inferior monkey!"
"How is this possible!!!"
"Aaaahhh!!!!"
Having exhausted all his moves yet still unable to escape Beckett's pursuit, Malekith's mental state was on the verge of collapse.
He simply couldn't understand what this monster's physical structure was, or what this terrifying power within him was.
Even a brief physical contact was enough for Malekith to clearly perceive the fragility of Beckett's body. Malekith was certain that without this terrifying power covering Beckett's surface, he could pierce the monkey's chest with a single finger!
His physical structure was ordinary, no more so than a Midgardian from the Nine Realms, and not much better. Yet, within such an ordinary body, this terrifying energy had inexplicably been born!
He had to admit, this was a fact that overturned Malekith's understanding.
A strong physique determined a warrior's upper limit of power; this was a consensus in the Nine Realms. Whether it was Odin of Asgard, Laufey of Jotunheim, or Malekith himself, they were all [monsters] with extremely powerful physiques.
And what about Beckett before him?
Judging solely by his physical condition, Malekith had no doubt that he could pierce this man's body with any outdated laser gun, provided he could hit him, and that Beckett's body wasn't covered by this invisible energy shield.
Such a fragile body could withstand such explosive energy impacts without collapsing...
Malekith was questioning his own life.
"Is that your excuse after being powerless?" Beckett, thoroughly venting, had no time to answer Malekith's questions. His rage-filled fist directly shattered the distorted reality and smashed straight into Malekith's chest!
The latter's chest instantly caved in with a visible arc!
Boom!
Malekith's figure plunged directly into the cracking plain!
A golden flash descended from the sky. Without giving the enraged Dark Elf King time to react, Beckett grabbed him by the throat. "Hand over the Aether."
Tui!
Malekith spat blood directly onto Beckett's face!
"People like you will never understand the power of the Aether."
"I don't need to understand."
Beckett, his face mixed with his and Malekith's blood, didn't care. He increased the pressure on his grip, and the Dark Elf King's expression grew more pained. The dark energy surging in his arms was insufficient to make Beckett release his hold.
The power to distort reality was useless against Beckett.
Or rather, the Reality Stone in Malekith's hand was useless against Beckett, who had just broken through to the Super Saiyan state.
The distorted reality was insufficient to restrain the surging energy within Beckett.
"I won't ask a third time."
"Dream on."
His floating feet continued to kick wildly, and Malekith, breathing with increasing difficulty, instantly changed the target of the Aether's power—from Beckett to himself.
With a momentary shift between corporeal and incorporeal states, he managed to escape Beckett's grasp, his chest heaving like a bellows as he greedily breathed in the sweet air of Svartalfheim.
"Are you just going to cower like a turtle?" Beckett's voice followed him like a shadow. His arm, crackling with golden electricity, missed its target as Malekith's form flickered again.
"It's useless! As long as this world exists, you will never, ever defeat me!"
After abandoning the idea of trading blows with Beckett, Malekith finally gained some respite.
Leveraging Svartalfheim's Virtual Reality Conversion, Malekith, who had cast aside his pride as a strong warrior, could endure until Beckett's Super Saiyan time ran out and then defeat him.
Malekith didn't believe Beckett could maintain this high-energy state indefinitely. This obvious power-boosting mode must have a limit.
Whether it was physical stamina limits or energy consumption time limits, Malekith absolutely did not believe Beckett could use this power endlessly.
As long as he could drag it out until Beckett's golden-haired state ended, he would be able to sound the trumpets of victory.
He was certain of it!
"This... world?"
Beckett, having missed again, looked up at the flashing lightning in the sky, understanding dawning in his mind.
The Reality Stone, the Reality Stone, a stone that relies on reality. Judging by Malekith's methods, wouldn't it be enough if he just destroyed this world that Malekith was using as a casting platform?
The Reality Stone's ability to create something from nothing has its limits. Beckett didn't believe Malekith could reshape the world using just one Reality Stone on his own.
"Then I'll destroy this world!"
His thunderous declaration rang in Hela and Malekith's ears. Beckett, with his golden hair, abandoned his pursuit of the Dark Elf King and floated up into the sky, his muscles bulging and energy surging!
"This... madman..."
Hela, following the sound, froze, a look of disbelief spreading across her face.
"Ha!"
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!"
His wrists clasped together, knees slightly bent, veins bulging on Beckett's forehead, a wild golden aura erupted and burned from his body. A terrifying pressure permeated the hearts of every inhabitant of Svartalfheim!
"Dark Elves, Svartalfheim, all of it!"
He roared, and a dazzling pillar of energy burst from Beckett's hands, shooting straight towards the surface of Svartalfheim, its tip aimed directly at the world's core!
"Let everything return to nothing!!!"
Thanks to [LonginuSw] and [Gu Ye Zhi Xiong] for the tips~
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