Before he could react, the enormous palm sent Thanos flying backward, crashing through the soldiers behind him and knocking them all away.
The blow was so powerful that even the foot soldiers caught in its wake were smashed into pulp.
Thanos, whose physical resilience was terrifying, staggered to his feet and spat out a mouthful of blood, wiping the corner of his mouth with a grim expression.
"You started swinging the moment you arrived. Quite capable, aren't you?"
He stared fixedly at the young man before him, searching for clues as to which faction he belonged to.
But after looking him over, he found nothing distinctive about Mercer.
His clothes were utterly ordinary-a white T-shirt and casual pants. Aside from the arm he had just used to slap Thanos hanging at his side, his other hand was tucked into his pocket. He looked completely at ease.
Mercer picked at his fingernails with his thumb, tilting his head slightly as he looked at Thanos. "Quite impressive. You just decided to wipe out an entire planet's population?"
When he arrived on this planet, his divine sense had already swept over the entire world.
Mountains of corpses, rivers of blood-neither description was an exaggeration. Not a single living creature on the planet had survived. All of them had been brutally slaughtered.
Thanos, that sick bastard, had not even spared the animals.
"Who are you, and what business is this of yours?"
Thanos spoke in a low, heavy voice. That slap had left his insides churning.
He was a veteran of countless battles and had faced some formidable opponents, but none had ever possessed such terrifying strength.
As he spoke, the fingers of his hand hanging at his side twitched discreetly. The four alien soldiers in front of him, clearly different from the ordinary