Taking On a Civilization Alone

Chapter 662: Taking On a Civilization Alone

Above Sakaar's Starry Sky Duel Arena.

In Twin Star Form, Kyle was like a self-immolating moth, or a radiant star rising into the sky. His silver bangs danced in the wind as he flew alone toward the fleet representing Sakaar's civilization-wide military might.

"He's completely insane—he's punched straight through the sky!" Valkyrie, who had landed her fighter outside the Duel Arena, looked up at that blazing point of light charging forward without hesitation. For a moment, she was too shocked to speak.

Even after fighting in Asgard for many years, she had never seen someone take on an entire civilization with their own strength.

If anyone had ever done so, it was probably only Odin, the All-Father, who had swept across the Nine Realms in his youth.

The aliens fleeing in panic also stopped one after another and looked up. This earth-shaking scene would likely be etched deeply into their memories, impossible to erase.

If Tyrant Kyle died like this, it would prove that supreme authority could not be challenged. But what if Kyle won?

After this battle, he would become famous throughout the starry Nine Realms! From then on, beneath the stars, no one would fail to know his name!

Under the dark-blue night sky, Kyle flew higher and higher, leaving the Starry Sky Duel Arena below and reaching an altitude of several thousand meters.

Around and above him, hundreds upon thousands of warships buzzed like hornets, forming a torrent of steel. Dense and dark like a thundercloud, they covered half of Sakaar's urban region.

At that moment, more than a dozen warships combined their projection beams, manifesting a three-dimensional image of the Grandmaster, magnified a thousandfold, in the air before Kyle.

The projected Grandmaster's head was as large as a warship.