Saiyan Adopted by Thanos

There were four exclamations in a row, but they couldn't cover the laughter from inside the collapsed shrine: "Hahahaha, hahahaha..."

"Interesting! It's really interesting!"

"Sure enough, you are much stronger than Odin's daughter." Cuba, who wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, slowly walked out of the ruins, pointing to Beckett's right hand, which was obviously the source of his unexplained fire.

The cracks on Beckett's soul are particularly conspicuous against the red flames.

"is it?"

The expression on Beckett's face didn't change at all, he stared indifferently at Cuba slowly walking out of the ruins, his pupils gradually turning green.

"no!"

"Stop! Your Highness Beckett!"

On the Woz panel, the data in the column about Beckett's soul damage instantly began to skyrocket, and it was so startled that it couldn't do it.

"Beckett, do you want to die?"

Hela, who was also burning with flames, looked solemn: "Now you can no longer transform into that Super Saiyan state."

"Shut up, Hela."

"This is my business and has nothing to do with you."

"My own body, I will take it back myself."

Beckett turned his head sideways, and the corners of his stern mouth raised a haughty arc.

The golden light surged on the body surface, and the noisy energy arrogance instantly cleared the fog over the Nordic land.

"So, watch it."

"Mine, transform."

boom! ! ! !

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Dazzling golden light illuminates the snow-covered Nordic land, and the red flame automatically dies out in the surging energy flame.

The figure with blond hair and wearing a black loose combat uniform stands proudly in the ice and snow, and the cracked soul is scattered everywhere.

"Beckett..."

Hela stretched out her hand subconsciously, and held the soul fragments that splashed in front of her eyes.

It was the soul that had just fallen off Beckett's body, and it was still warm in her palm.

"No, Your Highness Beckett!"

"Please stop this immature behavior immediately, otherwise your life will be in danger!" After the magic flame that could make it hurt to roll all over his body disappeared, Woz quickly stood up from the ground, ignoring his scorched body body, warned Beckett.

Beckett turned a deaf ear, raised the corners of his mouth, and walked towards the white figure outside the ruins of the shrine step by step.

"Son of Thanos, go die." Feeling the pressure from Beckett, Cuba's pupils shrank suddenly.Excitedly stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips, raised his hand, and repeated the same trick, intending to burn Beckett's soul!

boom!

The flame that ignited spontaneously for no reason had just appeared on Beckett's soul, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"what?!"

boom!

Cuba, who had no time to be surprised, suddenly felt the pain in his chest, looked down, and Beckett's fist came into view.

【when? 】

boom!

The energy condensed at one point exploded in an instant, blasting this follower of Dormammu back into the ruins of the shrine in an instant!

"Soul damage is fifty-seven percent, Your Highness Beckett, enough!"

Woz, who was always paying attention to the damage to Beckett's soul, tried to stop Beckett from attacking, but in the end it was futile.

"Cough cough..."

"You guy..."

Pulling the gravel that was pressing on his body, he staggered to his feet, Cuba reached out and wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking at Beckett with indescribably hot eyes.

This is the feeling he wants.

"Come again."

Beckett sneered and raised his hand towards Cuba.Hooking his fingers, the corner of his mouth raised a disdainful arc.

"I've been underestimated." Cuba tilted his head, grinning grinningly, magic power surged under his feet.

Successive storms of magic blades rushed towards Beckett like intertwined spider webs. The latter did not dodge or dodge. With a wave of his hand, the surging energy light wave made the sharp wind blade disappear without a trace in an instant!

"Are you sure, it's not that you think too highly of yourself?" The energy dissipated, and Beckett walked out of the snowflakes flying all over the sky, unscathed.In a blink of an eye, the figure had already appeared in front of the bewildered Cuba.

Under the understatement of the question, it was the prelude to Cuba's bow and wailing.

One knee pressed against Cuba's abdomen, and the severe pain broke through the latter's defense line in an instant, and quickly swept every nerve in the Domam believer's body.