Proxima Midnight stomped forward, her right arm muscles tensing as she hurled the Triple-Bladed Spear at Steve with all her strength!
The Triple-Bladed Spear turned into a deadly streak of black light, tearing through the air as it shot straight at Steve's face.
It was incredibly fast and carried immense force.
A cruel smile had already appeared on Proxima Midnight's face.
Faced with the deadly attack howling toward him,
Steve merely spread his feet slightly and lowered his center of gravity.
Just before the spear could pierce him, he twisted aside at the waist and shot out his right hand!
"Smack!"
Steve's right hand firmly caught the shaft of the spear!
His feet did not move an inch.
This sudden development caught Proxima Midnight completely off guard.
She had never imagined that this ordinary human, who looked so utterly fragile, would dare catch her full-force throw with his bare hand—and actually succeed!
The worst part was that the spear was her only weapon.
Without it, her combat power would drop by at least half.
What was more, the weapon had fallen into the enemy's hands.
After staring blankly for two seconds, the cosmic gamblers in the stands completely lost it.
All kinds of filthy curses erupted from their mouths.
"Fuck! Is this bitch throwing the match?"
"She threw her weapon to someone else? Is there water in her brain?"
"Refund me! Give me back my credits! Is this really the level of the Black Order?"
"Grandmaster, I want to report them! They colluded to scam us out of our money!"
"You filthy bitch! You call that throwing a spear? You're making a delivery!"
"I bet my entire fortune on you! How can you do this to us?! Fuck you! Refund me!"
In contrast, Earth's livestream was a completely different scene.