At the center of the ruins, Thanos flashed Heisenberg a savage smile.
"You killed Supergiant and took Corvus Glaive and Proxima Midnight while I wasn't paying attention to you!
And this stretch of spacetime before us—is it the trap you set for me, brat?"
"Heh heh..."
Heisenberg immediately chuckled. As he laughed, he replied disdainfully.
"Who knows which version of me did those things, or when?
But don't worry, I'll do them eventually, kid!"
"Ha, your arrogance makes me laugh. I have lived for six thousand eight hundred years, yet I still cannot see through that foolish gaze in your heart, so self-absorbed that it sees neither heaven nor earth!"
"Hmph. If I hadn't been imprisoned for over eighteen thousand years, you likely wouldn't have been qualified to stand before me and bark, Thanos!"
"So you are one of the older generation of rebels. But you were imprisoned. You lost to them. And I will ultimately claim victory!"
"Hahaha, fool. You cannot imagine the height at which I stand, nor will you ever guess who imprisoned me. And you are absolutely unworthy of being their opponent!"
As he spoke, Heisenberg shook his right hand.
The Origin Matter in the system was rapidly consumed. In only a moment, his hand had returned to normal.
"Dear Host, reconstructing ancient Kryptonian Elder-level flesh and replenishing the corresponding yellow sun radiation has consumed a total of sixty-four thousand four hundred cubic units of Origin Matter!"
Heisenberg ignored the system notification and clenched his fist.
Across from him, Thanos slowly removed the helmet from his blade and put it on his head.
"You don't like using weapons?"
He asked Heisenberg, who merely gave him a contemptuous smile.
"If I used a weapon, you'd die too quickly!"
"Heh heh. We'll see!"
Boom!!!
Heisenberg's fist