Hulk at Full Rage, the Power of Thor

Night had fallen.

On Sakaar, in the Starry Sky Duel Arena that could hold hundreds of thousands of spectators.

The stands surrounding the circular Duel Arena were already packed inside and out with aliens, stacked from the front rows all the way up dozens of meters. They wildly waved cheering props, and deafening cheers echoed through the night sky overhead.

A private spacecraft flew above the arena and hovered several hundred meters in the air.

As the rear deck opened, Valkyrie stepped out and said to the silver-haired young man behind her, "We're here. Just in time—the match is about to begin."

Kyle walked out of the cabin and stood at the edge of the deck, looking down at the familiar, fervent spectacle below.

By a rough count, he had been gone from here for at least ten years.

Ten years—it felt like a full cycle. Back then, he had fled in disgrace. Now, he had returned.

Kyle sighed inwardly. His clothes shifted, and under Valkyrie's astonished gaze, the excited Venom changed their appearance into the Night Suit he had worn back then. The old-fashioned combat uniform clung tightly to his tall, muscular, perfect physique.

"With your strength, you can provoke anyone on this planet, except the Grandmaster. He's the master of this planet, the true god who rules this place," Valkyrie kindly reminded him, unwilling to be dragged into trouble herself.

She somehow produced a bottle of liquor, casually sat on the edge of the deck, and swung her feet back and forth like she was on a swing.

"The Grandmaster?" Kyle murmured softly. Expressionless, he stood at the edge of the spacecraft deck and looked down.

The Starry Sky Duel Arena had not changed much from before. It was still a circular arena, like a football field magnified