Double-Powered Special Effects Maxed Out! The Dark Elf King Gets Brutally Beaten!

"I am the King of the Dark Elves!"

Malekith roared to the sky.

His right fist swung out suddenly, so fast that it scraped the air and even brought up a blinding red flash.

"Wang? Is that all you've got?"

Ren slightly shifted his body, easily avoiding the fatal blow.

Then, using his waist to generate power, he delivered a powerful straight punch that slammed into Malekith's cheek.

Bang!

Malekith flew through the air like a kite with a broken string, crashing through several stone walls before finally coming to a stop.

The Dark Elves revere strength and take pride in bravery.

But to be sent flying by a single punch is an absolute disgrace.

Malekith struggled to his feet from the ruins.

Half of his face was swollen and had a clear fist mark on it, making him look utterly pathetic.

The anger was beyond words.

"Damn bastard!"

"How dare you... how dare you humiliate the great king like this!"

Malekith roared at the top of his lungs.

"He keeps calling himself 'King,' but his strength isn't that great."

Ren dusted off his hands, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "If that's all you've got, go back to your room and get some sleep."

The bodies of Dark Elves are indeed as hard as stone.

That punch just now would have pierced through ordinary metal.

But when it hit Malekith, the guy only swelled up his face, and the injury began to heal in the blink of an eye.

These ancient monsters, who have lived for thousands of years, are even more resilient and tough than the Asgardians.

Ren secretly made his plans.

It seems that fists and feet alone won't be enough to kill this thick-skinned alien boar.

We'll have to use Magic to resolve the battle.

"The Vishanti's Holy Sword!"

Ren made a fist with his right hand and gave a low shout.

A platinum Lightsaber quickly took shape in his palm.

"Bite!"

"The Vishanti's Holy Sword thinks its current entrance isn't flashy enough."

"The Vishanti's Holy Sword refuses to participate in the battle and strongly demands a redesign of its entrance effects!"

A few question marks appeared on Ren's forehead.

What's going on?

With the situation so dire, the skill is acting up, complaining that its entrance isn't cool enough?

Ren took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to curse.

With a release of his grip, the Lightsaber vanished, turning into specks of starlight.

"The Vishanti's Holy Sword!"

He shouted again.

Everyone around was completely dumbfounded.

Strange stared at Ren, completely bewildered.

Brother, there's a war going on!

What kind of performance art are you doing here?

Before he could think further...

Buzz!

The crisp sound of swords rang out across the sky.

A white-gold light, even more dazzling than the sun, exploded in mid-air.

Strange was forced to squint as he was stabbed.

Immediately afterwards, a massive Lightsaber, exuding an overwhelming aura, slowly descended from the clouds.

Countless golden energy feathers drifted around the Lightsaber.

The entrance effects were absolutely top-notch!

"Bite!"

"The host's Vishanti's Holy Sword is very satisfied with its impressive entrance."

"Skill power temporarily doubled!"

Hearing the System Notifications in his mind, Ren gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.

A dazzling platinum light swirled wildly around the blade.

"Malekith, take this!"

Before he finished speaking, Ren charged forward, Lightsaber in hand.

A sword slashed out.

A dazzling platinum halo lingered in the air, exuding a chilling and murderous aura.

Strange, standing at a distance, was dumbfounded, as if struck by lightning, his body charred and scorched.

What the hell is that?

Are we all learning the same Spell?

Strange completely disbelieved in superstition.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, he quietly mobilized his Magic Power and rubbed his hands together.

Buzz.

A dull, unremarkable short sword appeared in his palm.

Strange's lips twitched violently, and he decisively dissipated the Magic Power in his hand.

Looking at Ren, who seemed possessed by a god of war, and then at his empty hands, Strange fell into deep self-doubt.

This is absolutely confidential!

Ren definitely held back a lot of knowledge during class!

Otherwise, why would their skills look so different, and their damage output be on completely different levels?

As Strange watched Ren relentlessly slash at the alien leader with his sword, all he could see was envy.

The center of the battlefield.

Ren wielded the holy sword, his movements sweeping and powerful.

With a single sword strike, Malekith would inevitably be enveloped in a large cloud of black smoke.

The Dark Divine Power representing protection is being rapidly evaporated.

Malekith was terrified and dared not use his physical body to withstand the sword's edge. He could only desperately squeeze out his Divine Power to defend himself.

He was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

What exactly happened?

How could such a powerful figure emerge from a rural place like Earth?!

He was the leader of the Dark Elves, a mighty man who once went head-to-head with Odin!

I was actually beaten up by a human today?

Absolutely impossible!

Malekith was filled with resentment.

Unfortunately, it was completely useless.

Ren continued to pressure him, unleashing a barrage of attacks.

The Magic weapons that the Dark Elves were so proud of were as brittle as paper before the Lightsaber.

With a gentle sweep, the alien weapon snapped in two.

In the end, even their protective divine Divine Power was almost unable to withstand the tearing force of the Lightsaber.

"Impossible!" Malekith's eyes bulged out.

He simply couldn't understand it.

With such outrageous destructive power, they could roam freely throughout the entire Universe!

Having lived for thousands of years, he has witnessed countless grand scenes.

Odin's Gungnir and the Casket of Ancient Winters of the Frost Giants are both renowned top-tier artifacts.

But what I see before me is a weapon made entirely of Magic Power!

What makes it capable of unleashing power comparable to a divine artifact?

This completely overturns the Laws of the Universe!

"Enough!"

Malekith roared hysterically.

The dark energy within his body completely spiraled out of control and exploded, attempting to force the enemy back.

With a casual wave of Ren hand, the violent energy instantly vanished.

"You lowly Midgardian, I will skin you alive!"

Malekith gritted his teeth.

"Are you here to have some fun?"

Ren looked disgusted. "I chased you all the way here and you still have the nerve to talk tough?"

"With your pathetic skills, how did you manage to survive against Odin back then?"

"With such terrible skills, he might as well just find a block of tofu and smash his head against it."

The mockery is over.

Ren a pull of his left hand, the crimson Rings of Raggadorr instantly formed, while his right hand gripped the Platinum Holy Sword, and he launched another charge.

A massive surge of Magic swept across the entire Mirror Dimension.

Everyone present instantly felt as if they were being stared at by an unparalleled ferocious beast.

Strange felt every hair on his body stand on end, his legs felt like lead, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

Is this all of Sorcerer Ren's trump cards?

Strange's eyes were filled with Shocker and awe.

He was certain that, in the entire Kamar-Taj, apart from the Sorcerer Supreme, absolutely no one could control this freak.

This terrifying combat power has long surpassed the limits of mortal comprehension.

Let's turn our attention back to the battlefield.

With a swift stroke of his sword, Ren rendered Malekith utterly defeated.

The alien leader could only cover his head with his hands, lying on the ground like a dead dog, desperately defending himself, in an extremely pathetic state.

"No!"

"The great king must not be humiliated! Die, all of you!"

Seeing their leader being beaten, the top general, Kurse, went completely berserk, his eyes bloodshot.

He pulled a scarlet crystal from his armor and, without hesitation, popped it into his mouth and crushed it.

Boom!

A devastating black divine Divine Power erupted from his body.

Kurse's body seemed to be poured with magma, his size expanded wildly, and he instantly grew to more than two meters tall.

A thick, asphalt-like black armor tightly encased him, with a chilling dark red light emanating from the gaps in the armor.

Even a single glance conveys a suffocating threat of death.

"Roar!"

Kurse transformed into Demon God, roaring as he charged towards Ren.

"Ren, watch out!"

Strange, disregarding his fear, rushed forward to try and help.

He had only taken two steps when Kurse casually slapped him across the face.

Bang!

Strange was sent flying more than ten meters like a kite with a broken string, his Magic Shield shattering on the spot.

Strange filled with horror.

He couldn't last even a second against this raging monster.

There's this kind of monstrous creature lurking among the Dark Elves!