One Punch Sends Her Flying

The next second, Captain Marvel charged at Thanos.

She would show him whose fist was bigger.

He had said he could kill her with one punch. He was seriously underestimating her.

As Captain Marvel bore down on him, Thanos merely raised his fist.

At the same time, a destructive power surged through his body.

Then, at the right moment, he threw a punch.

Boom!

Sound could not travel through a vacuum, yet Proxima Midnight and everyone in the Black Order aboard Sanctuary II felt a tremendous impact.

A brilliant light flared, briefly outshining even the distant Fixed Star.

At its center, Captain Marvel felt an irresistible force strike her.

No matter how desperately she drew on the energy within her, she could not budge it.

It was like facing the immense Fixed Star. She felt helpless and small.

She had not felt this way since gaining the Space Stone's power.

She had no time to think.

An instant later, the force sent her flying into the distance like a meteor.

Blood poured from her mouth in great gushes.

Thanos did not pursue her after sending her flying with that single punch.

A sense of danger had risen in his heart, as though something had fixed its gaze on him.

After a while, the feeling faded. He noticed that Captain Marvel still had a faint trace of life.

She isn't dead? Did that unknown being intervene just now?

The thought that an unknown being was watching stopped him from hunting her down.

As he had thought before, the Marvel universe held dangers far beyond him.

There were the Celestials, the Five Gods, the Living Tribunal, the Watcher, OAA, the First Firmament, the Beyonder, the Fulcrum, and more.

He did not know which of them had intervened, but now was not the time to confront such beings.

His strength might rank among the greatest in this universe, but in the Multiverse—or even the Omniverse—he was still an ant.

With Captain Marvel dealt with, he turned toward the white planet nearby and gave a casual wave.

Sanctuary II and more than a hundred Spaceships behind him surged toward their target.

Captain Marvel was still alive as she hurtled into deep space.

But she felt as good as dead.

The bones throughout her body were shattered, leaving her in agony.

Energy ran wild inside her, leaving her unable to move.

If sound could travel through a vacuum, her screams would have echoed across the universe.

The pain in her body was not the worst of it. What weighed on her mind hurt even more.

A vast fleet was racing toward Ice Crystal Planet. Without her protection, its fate was sealed.

Thinking of the Ice People's future, she sank into despair.

The Ice People were capable fighters, but they could never stand against Thanos.

At last she understood why Thanos had said he would spare her if she survived one punch.

The gap between them was simply too great.

A while later, Thanos reached the planet ahead of his fleet.

From the sky, he saw more than a hundred thousand fully armed Ice People warriors waiting in formation.

The Ice People's technology was unimpressive, but they were far from weak.

The harsh environment meant that only a little over a million Ice People lived on Ice Crystal Planet, yet nearly one in ten was strong enough to fly.

A powerful warrior could not necessarily fly, but any warrior who could fly was certainly strong.

The Ice People clearly had considerable potential in battle.

When the chief of the Ice People saw Thanos, he flew upward with a grim expression.

"Wretched invader! Face the Ice God's wrath!"

To him, the situation was obvious.

The Purple Big Guy before him had come to invade. There was nothing to discuss. All that remained was to fight.

As his enemy charged, Thanos merely folded his arms and watched coldly.

Whoosh!

In the next instant, the chief tore through the air, crossed a kilometer, and thrust his frozen Spear viciously at Thanos.

Seeing that his enemy still had not moved, a flicker of hope rose in his heart.

He was moving at three times the speed of sound, and with the power of the divine weapon in his hands, he could destroy a mountain outright.

He refused to believe his enemy's body was harder than a mountain.

"Die!"

But just as the Spear was about to strike, Thanos's figure blurred. The chief passed straight through it.

"How... how is that possible?"

Was it magic?

Of course not.

Thanos knew no magic. He had simply moved so fast that he left an afterimage behind.

He gripped the Tyrant's Blade on his back and brought it down.

With a wet crunch, the Ice People's strongest warrior—their chief—was reduced to a spray of ice shards.

After killing the old man, Thanos looked down at the Ice People below.

Their chief's death had spurred them into a charge. They rushed at him, determined to avenge him.

Thanos tightened his grip on the Tyrant's Blade and swung it casually.

A purple arc of energy shot from the blade.

Its devastating power tore a huge gap through the charging Ice People.

A few minutes later, Thanos had killed more than half of the hundred thousand-plus Ice People warriors.

The survivors no longer charged.

They might not have been particularly clever, but watching their kin die one after another had broken their nerve. Their earlier resolve to fight to the death was gone.

"Help!"

"He's a Devil! A Devil!"

"Run! I don't want to die!"

No one knew who fled first, but once one Ice Person ran, the others quickly followed.

Thanos made no move to pursue them.

He was growing tired of the one-sided slaughter.

Looking at his hands, he suddenly wanted to see how much destruction he could cause with a single attack at full strength.