Saiyan Adopted by Thanos

"Victory, winner—"

"Wait a moment."

The referee who was about to announce the result of the game was directly interrupted by Beckett.

"It's a waste of time to fight one by one."

"You all go up together."

Standing in the center of the ring, Beckett raised his head with his arms folded and his calm words provoking the nerves of every contestant.

"Uh, here, Mr. Beckett." The referee who came on the field with a task was a little bit out of control.

Especially when he heard the noise from the stands that almost toppled the roof of the arena.

It's not a big deal to watch the excitement.

This is the first competition, even if the default champion is selected, the default champion has to smash the field himself?

"Can't make a decision?"

The corner of Beckett's mouth rose, and that subtle arc made the referee feel chills.

"Let him fight."

After Gao Tianzun's voice sounded in his ears, the referee immediately opened the entry channel for the fifteen contestants.

The noisy sound in the arena has reached a new level!

Especially when fifteen strong men who felt that they had been insulted came to the ring together, the uproar of voices reached a peak.

"Oh, are you here?"

boom!

An invisible wave of air swept across the entire arena with Beckett as the center, his blond hair flew up, and the bursting beam of energy even overwhelmed the roaring sound!

Gao Tianzun, who was sitting alone in the VIP room, put on a posture of thinking and fell into deep thought...

He now understands why Thanos and Odin are so nervous about their children.

If it was his son, he would be nervous too.

Then the question is coming,

Would he trade Beckett for a chop? "

The previous reward was just a piece of finger. If it were replaced with a rib, the soup would taste better and the divinity on it would be more intense.

Gao Tianzun was a little bit reluctant, but when he thought of the collector whose whereabouts were unknown, he still gritted his teeth and found a rib...

The universe, the land of nothingness.

The limping collector with a bruised nose and swollen face returned to his base camp, with snot and tears......

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In a shady fighting championship competition, the default champion Beckett swept all the competitors with an invincible attitude and won the championship crushingly.

Still one dozen thirteen.

Standing proudly in the air, the figure crossed his hands in front of his chest, looked down at the ruined arena with his cold eyes, and the disdainful smile at the corner of his mouth made the audience in the stands that should have been silent scream.

"Celebrate!"

"The Birth of a King!"

"The son of the great Titan, His Royal Highness Beckett, the Lord of Chitauri, revered by all!"

"At this moment, he has conquered the unknown Saka!"

"Any small move is vulnerable to His Royal Highness Beckett's absolute strength!"

"Now! Let's cheer for the king of the Saka Arena!!!"

The referee on the commentary stand was kicked off the stage by the other, who was holding a scepter, with a stick.

The passionate voice that was more explanatory than the referee drove every audience member who recovered from the horror. The blond figure standing proudly in the void opened his hands and raised the corners of his mouth, accepting the extremely loud cheers as it should be.

"This guy...he really doesn't miss any chance to flatter him."

Hela, who was sitting in the box with her legs crossed, stood up and stretched comfortably.

Although her tone was disdainful, Jennifer and Zola saw a smile on her face instead.

A real smile that is different from a professional fake smile.

"Well, Ms. Hela, may I ask, has the other been like this before?"

After being severely beaten by the society, Zola still can't control the curiosity in her heart, which is probably her innate nature.

Especially after Hela said this in such a nostalgic tone.

Hela heard the words, turned sideways and glanced at the timid Zola, and said, "That guy was Beckett's loyal henchman before, so he will celebrate if he has nothing to do."

"The congratulatory speeches are very similar every time, and they are getting longer and longer. I can't wait to tell what that guy Beckett has done."

Thinking about what happened in Walter Alheim, Hela's tone suddenly became very unfriendly.