Chapter 542 The True Form of the Divine Spear
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Proxima Midnight stepped forward forcefully, muscles in her right arm tensing, and hurled the three-pronged Divine Spear in her hand straight at Steve!
The three-pronged Divine Spear turned into a deadly streak of black light, tearing through the air, heading straight for Steve’s face.
It was incredibly fast and carried immense power.
A cruel smile had already appeared on Proxima Midnight’s face.
Facing the lethal strike whistling towards him.
Steve merely spread his feet slightly and lowered his center of gravity.
Just before the spear was about to pierce him, he twisted his waist to the side and suddenly reached out with his right hand!
"Snap!"
Steve’s right hand had firmly grasped the shaft of the Divine Spear!
He didn’t budge an inch.
This sudden turn of events caught Proxima Midnight completely off guard.
She never expected that this seemingly fragile ordinary human would dare to catch her full-force throw with his bare hand, and actually succeed!
What was worse was that the Divine Spear was her only weapon.
After losing her weapon, her combat effectiveness dropped by at least half.
Moreover, the weapon had fallen into the enemy’s hands.
The cosmic gamblers in the stands were stunned for two seconds before they lost their minds.
All sorts of profanities poured out of their mouths.
"Damn! Is this bitch throwing the match?"
"Throwing the weapon to someone else? Is her brain full of water?"
"Refund! Give me back my credits! Is this the level of the Black Order?"
"Grandmaster, I want to report this! They colluded to scam us out of our money!"
"You stinking wench! You call that throwing a spear? You’re just making a delivery!"
"I bet my entire fortune on you! How could you do this to us? Damn it! Refund!"
Conversely, the Earth livestream presented a completely different scene, with the audience rolling with laughter.
"I’m dying of laughter, the alien auntie is handing out gear right at the start!"
"Captain America: Thanks for the spear, buddy!"
"Proxima Midnight: Captain, does this spear feel comfortable in your hand?"
"Shocking! Alien female general openly bribes Earth’s Captain!"
On the Earth preparation platform, the heroes also relaxed.
"Looks like the outcome is decided," Tony said in a relaxed tone. "An assassin without a weapon is like a venomous snake with its fangs pulled out. Well done, Captain."
Thor also burst into laughter: "I told you these guys are just paper tigers."
Everyone felt that this round was in the bag.
On the other side, on the Black Order’s preparation platform.
Mephisto turned to look at Thanos, seizing the opportunity to mock him: "I have to admit, none of the demons in my Hell could come up with such a suicidal tactic."
Thanos remained expressionless, coldly watching the battlefield, ignoring Mephisto’s taunts.
Only a cold glint flashed in his icy eyes.
On the field.
Proxima Midnight’s face was livid, and the insults from the alien gamblers ringing in her ears made her feel deeply humiliated.
At this point, she had no choice but to helplessly assume a hand-to-hand combat stance, preparing to meet Steve’s thunderous counterattack.
Even without the Divine Spear, she was still a top-tier assassin trained brutally by Thanos, and she believed she could snap this Earthling’s neck in close combat.
However, the action Steve took next left everyone dumbfounded.
"What? Not shouting about pinning me to the wall anymore?" Steve weighed the Divine Spear in his hand and asked calmly.
Proxima Midnight did not reply, just stared at him intently.
Steve looked at Proxima Midnight, who was on full alert, and shook his head.
Then, he flipped his wrist and spun the spear half a circle in the air.
"Whoosh!"
Steve exerted force with his arm and threw the Divine Spear straight back.
The Divine Spear arced through the air and embedded itself firmly into the rock at Proxima Midnight’s feet, its tail end vibrating slightly.
At this moment, not only the audience but even Proxima Midnight herself was stunned.
She looked at the weapon stuck by her feet, then at Steve opposite her, her face full of confusion.
She could not understand such a foolish act.
In the laws of the Black Order, mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.
"Why?" Proxima Midnight pulled out the spear and couldn’t help but ask.
Steve said with a calm gaze: "I represent the will of Earth here. We have our own pride; we don’t need to win a match by picking up scraps."
"Next, I will defeat you in a fair fight."
Proxima Midnight stood there, her eyes complex.
In this cruel and dark jungle of a Universe, the law of the jungle is the only rule.
She had killed countless people and was accustomed to betrayal, sneak attacks, and unscrupulous slaughter.
But this Earthling before her radiated a kind of pure, noble character she had never seen before.
For the first time ever, a trace of admiration sprouted in the depths of her heart.
But she quickly gritted her teeth and forcibly suppressed this emotion immediately.
She was the blade of the Black Order, the executor of Thanos’s will; she could not have any weakness.
"You will regret your foolish behavior just now, human."
Proxima Midnight gripped the Divine Spear again, then twisted the handle a few times with force.
A sound of gears locking together rang out.
The form of the three-pronged Divine Spear underwent some subtle changes.
The shaft extended, and the three blades at the tip flipped outward, unstable energy erupting at the tip.
It pulverized the floating debris around it into dust.
This was the true form of the Divine Spear!
Its danger level had risen at least tenfold at this moment.
This caused an uproar among the audience who witnessed this.
And within the livestream, a heated discussion started again.
The audience split into two factions regarding Captain America’s behavior.
"Captain, you’re being foolish! Why talk about chivalry when dealing with such an alien monster? Strike while she’s down!"
"What an overabundance of saintly compassion! This is a life-or-death gladiator match, not a sports competition!"
"Does he think he’s filming a movie? Giving the weapon back to the enemy is ridiculous!"
"If he loses the match because of this, Rogers is a sinner against all of humanity!"
But there were also a large number of viewers supporting Steve who fought back:
"What do you know? This is Captain America! This is a true Superhero!"
"The Captain definitely has the strength to defeat her head-on! This is the confidence of the strong!"
"Shut up and watch the match. The Captain has never let us down!"
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On the platform, Tony slapped his forehead.
"I knew it... I knew this old popsicle’s moral cleanliness would flare up!" Tony complained helplessly. "Has he forgotten that we’re fighting a gladiator match that concerns the survival of Earth, not reasoning with thugs in a Brooklyn alleyway?"
"That is Steve," Homelander said calmly from the side. "If he took advantage of someone’s vulnerability, then he wouldn’t be Captain America."
"Just watch, Tony. A true hero won’t lose a war just because they lost an advantage once."
Steve Rogers’s behavior was somewhat expected.
Even if this stubborn mule dies, he would die on a glorious altar.
But looking at it from another angle, the more controversial this kind of individual heroism is, the more it can stir up the audience’s emotions.
If he wins in the end, the popularity gained will also increase significantly.
But regardless, no matter how heated the audience’s argument became, the two people in the arena had already entered a state of total concentration.
Neither side said another word.
The real battle had begun.