"As you wish!"
As soon as the words fell, Dark Night Proxima and General Deadblade moved. Their figures blurred and shot forward like bullets, instantly closing the distance to Superman.
Unlike Ebony Maw, these two were front-line fighters. Their combat skills were honed to an elite level—far beyond most powerhouses in the universe.
The only real difference between them and Superman came down to raw strength and defense.
Not to mention, one wielded a razor-sharp spear and the other a massive war blade. Majestic and menacing, they were opponents few dared to face head-on.
Superman watched them approach, flashes of information about Proxima Midnight and General Deadblade running through his mind.
The two were, in fact, a couple.
Ironically, among the Black Order, Proxima was known as Thanos's most loyal follower—her spear forged by the Mad Titan himself—while Deadblade was the least loyal, even betraying Thanos in the comics.
With two personalities like that, one had to wonder how often they ended up fighting in bed.
Although four members of the Black Order were currently before him, Superman remembered from the comics that there were originally five.
The missing member, a being called Supergiant, was excluded from the cinematic universe due to her overpowered abilities.
She possessed advanced telepathy and mind control—comparable to Mantis from Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2, but on an entirely different scale. Supergiant could read specific memories and manipulate minds effortlessly.
Marvel reportedly feared that such powers would break the logic of the movie universe and create unavoidable plot holes. So, to keep things balanced, they simply cut her from the MCU lineup.
Thus, the once-feared Five of the Black Order became the Four in the films.
As these thoughts passed through Superman's mind, Proxima and Deadblade arrived.
One lunged with a spear, the other swung a deadly war blade.
BOOM!
The air cracked from the impact, and the arena's ground buckled beneath them, deep dents forming instantly.
"Facing us and still distracted, Superman? You're too arrogant!"
"You really think we're like that Black Dwarf trash?"
"Go to hell!"
"I'll say a prayer for you!"
Their shouts echoed across the arena, reaching Superman's ears.
Spectators in the stands felt a crushing pressure radiating from the duo's combined assault. The force alone made it hard to breathe. Eyes widened in shock, pupils contracting into pinpricks. Terror gripped the crowd—raw and instinctual.
No one in the arena believed these two were weaker than Saka's previous champions. The names of the Black Order—even here on faraway Sakaar—were spoken with fear and awe.
This planet worshipped violence, and strength was the only thing they revered.
"Terrifying…"
"They're working together to take down Superman… but who the hell is Superman?"
Whispers rippled through the audience.
Everyone knew the Black Order could trample Black Dwarf with ease. For Proxima and Deadblade to team up, this Superman had to be even more dangerous than all four generals combined.
BOOM!
As Proxima thrust her spear, it split into three black energy lances, each charged with a surging wave of power, homing in on Superman at lightning speed.
General Deadblade didn't bother with tricks. He raised his massive axe and swung it down with brutal force—putting the weight of ten guilds behind it, determined to cleave Superman in two.
Even though Superman had already demonstrated insane power, General Deadblade wasn't fazed. He'd been in the cosmos long enough to see many godlike beings. The road to victory might be winding, but he always came out on top.
He never doubted his strength—not even if Thanos himself stood in front of him. In Deadblade's mind, there was always a future where he could replace the Mad Titan.
Of course, Thanos knew all about Deadblade's ambition.
But he didn't care.
The Mad Titan—philosopher, destroyer, Director of the Universal Family Planning Office—wasn't obsessed with domination.
Few understood that the reason he invaded so many planets wasn't for power, but for population control… to bring balance to a chaotic universe.
Of course, in the eyes of most, Thanos killed purely for pleasure.
And honestly… that made sense.
Whether you intend to be a villain or not doesn't really matter. If you act like one from beginning to end, fulfilling every role and committing every sin expected of a villain, then you are a villain.
CLANG!!
General Deadblade's warblade crashed down on Superman's head—
—and it was as if it struck the hardest material in the universe.
The sound rang out like clashing steel, a deafening metallic hum that echoed through the arena. Eyes widened. Mouths fell open. Everyone stared as if they had just witnessed the impossible.
Even Deadblade was stunned.
Zzzzzzzzztt! Sparks flew as he dragged the blade across Superman's head, metal scraping uselessly against invulnerable skin.
To his horror, he realized the attack hadn't done a thing. Not even a single strand of Superman's hair was out of place.
"Impossible…"
That thought hadn't even finished forming when a sharp pain exploded in Deadblade's chest. Bones shattered. His torso caved inward like a crumpled tin can. The energy blast that struck him hurled his body across the arena like a ragdoll.
He landed hard—right next to the unconscious Grandmaster and the broken, bloody Black Dwarf.
The Grandmaster didn't stir, but Black Dwarf, conscious and paralyzed, offered only a cold sneer as he watched his teammate crash beside him. No sympathy. Just pain and bitter amusement.
His muscles twitched involuntarily, triggering fresh waves of agony, but he didn't care. In his mind, he and Deadblade had been nothing but clowns—fools trying to fight a god.
He looked toward Proxima Midnight, who was just now hurling her spear.
Another clown about to join the act.
Superman's power was beyond comprehension. Even Thanos—warlord, tyrant, destroyer of worlds—might not survive a battle with him.
"What…?"
It all happened too fast.
The moment Deadblade was sent flying, Proxima's spear—now split into three black energy rays—struck Superman's chest with precision and fury.
Click, click, click!
The rays crackled against his body, trying to burrow in… but they couldn't pierce him. They couldn't even slice a hair.
"Is that supposed to tickle?" Superman chuckled.
His grin was warm, boyish—like a teenage heartthrob caught in the rain.
But to Proxima, it was the smile of Death himself.
Death must laugh like that when he comes to reap a soul.
"Damn it!"
Proxima Midnight immediately retreated.
Revenge? That could wait.
She had no delusions—charging in now meant certain death.
Click! Click!
As she pulled away, Superman reached out.
The black energy rays stopped, twisted together in his palm—
—and reformed into her spear.
She raised her hand, summoning it back with a thought.
BZZZZT—
The spear trembled violently, trying to escape his grasp.
It didn't move.
And under Proxima's stunned gaze…
Superman slowly clenched his fist.
CRACK!
The spear—forged by Thanos himself—shattered.
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!
Fragments bounced across the arena floor, clattering again and again before falling silent.
On the battlefield, silence fell too.
Proxima Midnight was speechless.
Even the mangled Deadblade and barely-breathing Black Dwarf—brutalized by Superman—were so terrified they held their breath, nearly passing out from panic.
"The spear… forged by Lord Thanos… broken in his hand…"
Not far away, Ebony Maw, still clashing with Captain Marvel, had one eye fixed on Superman.
And what he saw was enough to freeze the blood of even the most fanatical servant of Thanos.
This was an incredible scene—enough to leave Ebony Maw momentarily speechless.
The power Superman displayed had far exceeded his expectations, and likely those of the other three as well. Even Thanos himself might not have anticipated such a formidable opponent appearing on Earth.
According to the intel gathered by Thanos and his followers, all the Infinity Stones had more or less surfaced throughout the universe.
And now, at least two of them seemed to be connected to the terrifying man standing before them.
One way or another, a battle between Thanos and Superman was inevitable.
"Can Lord Thanos really defeat this terrifying man?"
The thought crept into Ebony Maw's mind, uninvited.
BOOM!
Suddenly, Captain Marvel charged at him.
Ebony Maw shifted his position, just as a large boulder tore from the arena wall, rising between them to absorb her blow.
The boulder disintegrated into powder.
"Ugh, will you ever stop running?!"
Carol snarled. As a brawler by nature, she hated Ebony Maw's slippery, evasive tactics.
This kind of battle annoyed her most—no real clash, just endless dodging.
She was confident facing any opponent, no matter their powers, but this magician who refused to stand still was another story entirely.
Ebony Maw's expression remained calm and unreadable.
"You are a warrior," he said evenly, "and you expect to fight a mage head-on? Isn't that a little... unsporting?"
WHOOSH, WHOOSH!
Before Carol could respond, something burst from the ground beneath her—
Vines.
At first, she didn't take them seriously. A beam of energy shot from her hands, meant to incinerate them.
But when the vines met her energy… they didn't melt.
That's when she realized she had underestimated this frail old man.
WHOOSH!
The vines coiled around her limbs and torso, locking her in place.
"See?" Ebony Maw floated into the air, slowly approaching her.
"If you just stay still like this, we can finally have a civil conversation."
His long, sharp fingernail dragged across Carol's cheek—
A thin red line appeared, blood trickling down.
Carol gritted her teeth, humiliated.
WHOOSH!
Just then, a red energy beam blasted toward them. Ebony Maw withdrew instantly, dodging the shot.
It was Superman—his heat vision cutting through the vines that held Carol.
"Much appreciated," she said, flexing her wrists.
Superman replied without looking her way:
"Don't thank me. Just take that old man down already."
His gaze stayed fixed on Proxima Midnight, blasting continuous waves of heat vision.
She twisted and turned, dodging frantically, her back soaked with sweat.
She was scared.
Truly scared.
It was like facing Thanos himself.
"Where the hell did this guy come from?" she thought in a panic as she ducked and rolled.
"Earth? No way. How could someone this strong come from that backwater planet?"
BANG!
Suddenly, wind slammed into her like a freight train.
She stopped cold—paralyzed.
Standing before her now, blocking her escape, was Superman.
He had appeared from thin air.
Her face crumpled into a look of helpless dread.
"Little bug," Superman said calmly, "you've been running long enough."
"If I let you live this long, it's because I thought you might still be useful."
"But now... I think you're just tired of living."
"No…" Proxima Midnight whispered.
"I don't want to…"
BOOM!
His fist connected.
Her head exploded like a ripe watermelon.
"NO!!"
General Deadblade roared, his strength somehow flaring with grief and rage. His eyes filled with despair as the woman he once fought beside was obliterated.
"Oh?" Superman tilted his head.
"I almost forgot... My last punch didn't kill you two, did it?"
"Huh?"
"NO!!"
Deadblade felt ice in his veins.
Black Dwarf, lying broken and silent nearby, mentally cursed him out.
Why the hell would you provoke him?! She's just one dead wife! Take the loss quietly!
But before the thought finished—
WHOOSH!
Another blast of heat vision came roaring in.
The walls of the arena were scorched through, their surfaces melting under the fury of Superman's heat vision.
Only a broken arm remained—charred and unrecognizable—proof that two once-proud warriors had dared to challenge this invincible man.
It's worth noting that the ruler of Sakaar, the unfortunate Grandmaster, was also reduced to ashes in that same attack.
Silence fell across the entire arena.
Everyone realized, with a chill, that Sakaar had been drawn into a terrifying conflict.
And the few individuals who appeared at the center of it all… were beings that Sakaar could never hope to challenge.
This was a power far beyond their reigning gladiator champion.
This was a true powerhouse of the cosmos.
And yet, amidst the fear and carnage, the brutality of the scene also ignited something else—
The bloodlust and savage thrill that pulsed through every Sakaaran's heart.
Even the Grandmaster's death seemed insignificant next to the fire now burning in their veins.
"So… I'm the only one left?"
Ebony Maw's expression darkened.
Although Carol was strong, she wasn't someone he couldn't handle.
But that man—Superman—was different.
His sheer might was overwhelming.
Of the once-revered Four Obsidian Generals, he was now the last one standing…
There was no winning this.
Only one option remained: escape.
WHOOSH!
Carol shot forward like golden lightning, rushing him in a flash.
But the next moment—
Ebony Maw's figure shimmered… and vanished like a mirage.
BOOM!
Carol's momentum carried her straight through the wall of the arena.
She paused, looked around in disbelief, and then shouted furiously:
"Fuck! I finally got some energy going—and that slippery bastard ran?!"
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