We Are the Champions

What was the price of freedom?

Sakaar's arena drew people from all across the universe. Some had been exiled here, while others were fleeing their enemies, hoping to conceal their identities.

The strong were chosen by the Grandmaster to become gladiators, while the weak became slaves—or even food for the Junkers.

They lived beneath the Grandmaster's shadow every day, fighting bloody battles in the arena. To regain their freedom, they kept challenging the champions. Even knowing that death awaited them, they still wanted to give it their all.

But today, the shackles on their bodies—the mechanical devices—had finally been removed. They had regained their freedom. This was a complete liberation!

"Charge!"

Korg led the freed slaves in an attack on the guards before them. From this moment on, they were no longer slaves, but a rebel army.

"Take them down!"

The dungeon guards launched a counterattack, but the rebels were no ordinary people. Anyone who could become a gladiator and survive until now possessed remarkable strength. Their combat power could not be underestimated.

And so, singing battle songs, the rebels fought their way out of the dungeon. The guards simply could not withstand their ferocious assault.

Over at the arena, the audience's cheers rose and fell as they watched the battle between two colossal beings. No one realized that Sakaar's rebellion had quietly begun.

"Time for electrotherapy!"

In an instant, the Tesla Cannon spewed dazzling blue currents, turning into serpentine lightning that coiled around Hulk's arm. The terrifying electricity surged through Hulk's entire body, shocking even his hair upright.

In the past, Winston's electricity would have made Hulk howl nonstop. But after all this time fighting on Sakaar, Hulk had grown much stronger. He was actually beginning to adapt to the current.

"Roar!"

Hulk roared as he advanced. Though the