Bang!
After a dull thud, the Curse Warrior's enormous fist landed squarely on Allen's head.
Normally, with his strength, even an Asgardian's skull would have burst open instantly, turning them into a lifeless corpse.
But in reality, Allen stood completely still, his feet rooted to the ground as he forcibly withstood the blow.
Not only that, he grabbed the Curse Warrior's wrist with his backhand and slowly bent it into a grotesque ninety-degree angle.
Once it twisted to a certain point, every Dark Elf present clearly heard the crisp sound of bones breaking.
Crack!
"Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!"
With a pained howl, the Curse Warrior dropped straight to his knees.
Since he stood over two meters tall, even on one knee, he still looked taller than Allen, who was only the height of an elementary school student, creating an absurdly comical illusion.
But none of the Dark Elves, including Malekith, could laugh now.
Not only could they not laugh, their hearts were filled with fear.
You must know, the Curse Warrior was a trump card specially created to deal with the Asgardian Realm's high-level combatants!
Yet now, in terms of raw strength—the field where he was strongest—he had lost to a child who looked barely half his height.
"Do you know how to extract the Infinity Stone from this thing?"
Allen stared into the Curse Warrior's chaos-filled eyes and repeated the question he had asked earlier.
Although he wore a polite smile the entire time, in the eyes of the Dark Elves, he was no different from a demon.
"Go to hell!"
Driven mad by the agonizing pain, the Curse Warrior simply abandoned his broken arm entirely, allowing it to twist and snap three hundred and sixty degrees.
At the same time, he drew the short sword hidden at his waist and viciously