Proxima Midnight had gradually recovered her strength by then.
The next second, she slapped Steve Rogers's hand away, braced herself against a protruding rock, and shakily rose to her feet.
Steve did not take offense.
He smiled faintly, took two steps back, and removed the Vibranium shield from his back, casually tossing it at his feet.
Then he rolled his wrists, assumed a standard boxing stance, and said with a light smile, "So... shall we continue?"
Proxima Midnight stared deeply at Steve. Instead of accepting his challenge, she slowly raised her right hand.
"I concede the match."
The entire arena erupted in an uproar.
Grandmaster's theatrical voice rang out. "Oh! A shocking twist! The Black Order's fiercest female warrior has actually chosen to bow her head! Let us congratulate Earth's representative... Captain America Steve Rogers!"
On the holographic screens around the arena, the score flickered before changing to one-all.
Steve unclenched his fists and lowered his stance. He smiled sincerely and said, "Thank you. That was an excellent match."
Proxima Midnight snorted coldly and ignored Steve's thanks.
She turned decisively and headed toward the portal.
Just as she was about to step into the curtain of light, her footsteps paused slightly. Without looking back, she left behind only a cold sentence.
"Steve Rogers, I will remember you."
"We are... not finished yet."
Steve smiled helplessly and shook his head. "Anytime."
As soon as he spoke, Proxima Midnight vanished into the portal.
He then bent down to pick up the Vibranium shield from the ground, dusted it off, and strapped it back onto his arm.
When he turned and walked toward the portal passage belonging to Earth's side, thunderous applause erupted from the arena stands.
It rolled on and on without pause.
Although many of them were still cursing Proxima Midnight