Chapter 572 I Said You Would Lose

Chapter 572: Chapter 572 I Said You Would Lose

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Thor’s words made the few people present reveal expressions of envy.

After all, immortality is the ultimate dream of all intelligent beings.

Subsequently, everyone’s attention returned to the Ancient One.

"Master." Peter Parker looked cautiously at the Ancient One’s incredibly beautiful face. "You... how did you suddenly become so young? Is this also some kind of magic?"

The Ancient One did not speak, only slightly lowered her head, seemingly unaccustomed to being the center of attention.

Homelander stepped out at the right moment.

He looked around at everyone and explained in a tone filled with respect and emotion.

"This is not magic. This is what she originally looked like."

Everyone quieted down, listening silently to Homelander’s explanation.

"For hundreds of years, in order to protect Earth from the invasion of dimensional demons, Master has stood alone on the edge of darkness."

"To fight against Dormammu, she sacrificed her most precious youth, sacrificed her appearance as a woman, and even severed all mortal emotions."

"She carried the lives of all of us and moved forward in solitude."

"Now, Dormammu has perished... and everything that belongs to her, her youth, her appearance, has finally returned to her."

"This is what she deserves! She is the true hero!"

This speech, filled with deep emotion, shocked all the Superheroes present.

Steve saluted the Ancient One.

"Master, your sacrifice is worthy of being remembered by all of humanity."

Tony also put away his usual cynical attitude and nodded solemnly.

"I always thought I had done a lot for Earth." Tony smiled self-deprecatingly, "But compared to you, it’s not worth mentioning. Thank you, Master Sorcerer."

The others also looked at the Ancient One with admiring gazes.

The Ancient One stood there quietly, looking at this group of Superheroes before her, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

Subsequently, she looked toward the Homelander beside her, who was spouting nonsense but also appeared deeply affectionate.

The Ancient One sighed softly; she really had no way to deal with him.

She looked back at the crowd and nodded slightly, accepting the praise.

At this moment, the light and shadow above the arena changed.

The Grandmaster’s holographic projection descended once again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what an unexpected ending, isn’t it? I have hosted countless gladiatorial matches, but a situation as exciting as today’s is still rare."

"In view of this rare situation, as the absolutely fair and beautiful judge, after obtaining the consent of the Spirit of the Contest, I am adding a special rule here."

The booing and cursing from the audience gradually subsided.

All the live audience looked up, wanting to hear what this greedy guy was going to announce next.

Steve Rogers frowned and turned to look at Tony: "Special rules? What kind of trick is this guy trying to play now?"

"It’s definitely not a good idea." Tony snorted coldly.

On the field, the Grandmaster continued to announce.

"The current score is a two-to-two tie." The Grandmaster extended two fingers and waved them in mid-air. "And our competition only has two matches left. Friends who are good at math should have already calculated that if both sides win one match in the next two, the total score will become three-to-three. This creates a very awkward situation."

The Grandmaster paused deliberately, enjoying the feeling of being the center of attention.

"If it were a normal competition, a tie would be a tie. But this competition concerns the ownership of the Infinity Stones, and even more, it concerns the Interstellar Credits in everyone’s pockets here!" He announced loudly, "If a three-to-three tie occurs, then we will hold a final overtime match! That is, the seventh duel!"

The scene erupted in cheers; alien gamblers love watching these life-or-death matches full of suspense.

"In the overtime match, both teams can arrange for one substitute player to enter the field. This substitute player can be a brand-new face. Of course, if you don’t have time to find a new player in this remote corner of the Universe, then you can also have players who have already competed play again!"

"However, please listen carefully, this is the most important point. If one side cannot even find a player who has already competed... then I can only regretfully announce that the other side wins directly!"

The rules were announced, and the holographic projection flickered a few times before disappearing into mid-air.

"Haha! I knew it!" Peter Quill jumped up after hearing this. "I knew substitutes could save the World!"

He twisted into a dance, his face full of excitement.

A strange light flashed in Star-Lord’s eyes; he had finally waited for this opportunity.

Ever since the competition began, he had felt very frustrated because he had been demoted to a substitute.

Watching others show off on the field, he could only worry anxiously in the stands.

Now, the opportunity had come.

In Quill’s mind, classic 80s rock music had already started playing automatically.

He even closed his eyes, immersing himself in his own fantasy.

He imagined himself wearing that handsome red leather trench coat, using his jet boots to shuttle flexibly around the arena, and using his blasters and Celestial power to beat Thanos’s gang to a pulp.

The moment he rescued Gamora from Thanos’s hands.

Gamora would definitely be moved to tears, rush into his arms recklessly, and say to him: "Peter, you are a true hero. You saved me."

"Hey, Quill."

A slightly rough voice interrupted Star-Lord’s beautiful dream.

Quill opened his eyes and looked dissatisfied at the man in front of him who was taller and more burly than him.

"What are you so excited about here?" Thor asked.

"I’m preparing to save the World, buddy." Quill puffed out his chest, refusing to lose to Thor in terms of momentum. "What, do you have an opinion?"

"Man, calm down." Thor poured a bucket of cold water without mercy. "In the next two matches, who do you think will lose?"

He extended his finger, pointed at Homelander standing not far away, and then pointed at himself.

"One is my brother, the invincible Homelander of the Universe." Thor’s voice was filled with pride. "The other is me, the God of Thunder of Asgard, the once strongest Avenger."

"Do you think we will leave the chance for the overtime match to you?" Thor raised his chin arrogantly.

Star-Lord curled his lip, also showing no mercy.

"You will lose." Quill said gloomily.

"What did you say?!" Thor’s eyebrows immediately stood up.

"I said you will lose." Quill spread his hands. "Don’t forget, when we were on Sakaar, you got beaten by Thanos. And you were beaten very badly. That’s a fact, buddy. You have to face reality."

This sentence stepped precisely on a landmine.

"Damn it!"

Thor’s blood rushed to his head; he raised the stormbreaker in his hand and argued loudly: "That... that was because my axe was missing at the time! Now, I have destiny in my hands! I will absolutely not lose!"