"Mr. Hawking, you saw it yourself. I only deployed a mere twenty-six Sentinels, yet your top twenty-six contestants are already struggling to hold them off.
And now... I still have more than ten thousand Sentinels at my disposal. I trust you'll give me a satisfactory answer."
The first Sentinel Robot flew to Hawking's side. Watching the fierce battle on the arena below, its tone brimmed with the confidence of someone who had everything under control.
Although the twenty-six Sentinel Robots below might not necessarily defeat the top twenty-six contestants—even if Captain Marvel was out of sorts, Thor, who had previously fought her to a standstill, was no pushover.
But that did not matter. Winning would naturally be more shocking, but even if they could not win, achieving the current result was enough for his purposes.
He had proposed this competition precisely so Hawking and everyone else could witness the Sentinels' power, face reality, and obediently become his Subordinates.
As for stubborn people like Captain Carter, this would conveniently identify them so they could be eliminated together.
Hawking himself did not react much to Pierce's words from above, but the leaders of various countries seated on the platform were already squirming in their seats.
Once Hawking agreed, never mind whether Hydra would truly rule the world in the future—they would certainly be dead.
So now, while wiping away sweat, they silently prayed that Hawking would never agree.
In truth, they had wanted to flee as soon as things started looking bad. Unfortunately, the Sentinel Robots had swiftly surrounded the entire venue. Anyone trying to leave would be forcibly driven back.
The audience also fixed their eyes on Hawking, every camera trained on him.
Because they now understood that Hawking might be their only hope. Just as that voice had said, twenty-six