A Conversation with Ronan

Throats, eyes, hearts—fatal weaknesses were everywhere. This Gamora made no unnecessary movements; every slash took a life. Three hundred of the Kree Empire's most elite guards could not catch her ghostlike speed, and in just ten seconds, she had slaughtered more than twenty of them.

"You dare ignore me, woman!" Ronan roared, charging forward with his war hammer in hand. He was the only one present capable of contending with the corrupted Gamora.

Thanks to Kree genetic experimentation, Ronan possessed a whole range of abilities: super strength, super speed, super endurance, and more. His physical capabilities far surpassed those of ordinary Kree, and the war hammer in his hand elevated every aspect of his power to a new level.

Masterful combat skills, formidable physical strength, and extensive battle experience—those were the main reasons Ronan had earned the title of Accuser and become an enforcer for the Kree Empire.

After more than ten exchanges, even in her corrupted state, Gamora was no match for Ronan. The Dark Vortex had narrowed the gap between them, but it had not completely erased it.

She gave a low, gentle laugh, soft as a dream murmur. Her body flashed away like a streak of light, slipping directly beyond the reach of Ronan's war hammer and baring her fangs at the ordinary Kree guards.

Damn it! Ronan cursed inwardly. She was far faster than him. If she refused to fight and focused solely on fleeing, he truly could not catch Gamora.

"Keep an eye on that kid. There's something wrong with that mirror. You stay here; the rest of you, come with me!" Ronan quickly arranged his forces, splitting off a group to pursue and kill Gamora.

After half an hour of pursuit, Gamora remained as slippery as an eel. She was not simply running away;