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The host took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his inner excitement, and then raised the microphone in his hand. His voice instantly resounded throughout the arena: "Dear audience! Let us give the warmest applause to this unparalleled battle! Doflamingo won the victory with his absolute strength. The madness and ferocity of the Hell Screamer were no match for him! Today, you have witnessed another legendary moment in the arena!"

Following the host's words, the audience cheered again, and the entire arena seemed to be surrounded by deafening cheers and applause. The crowd waved flags, shouted the winner's name, and fell into a frenzy of celebration. The host continued to shout excitedly: "Let's cheer for this battle! This is the glory of Sakaar and belongs to everyone who witnessed this peak showdown with their own eyes!"

At the same time, the repair mechanism in the arena has begun to work. The cracks on the ground are gradually healed, the damage on the walls is gradually restored, and the rubble and dust are quietly cleaned up. Everything is quickly returning to its original state, as if the damage just now had never happened. The audience marveled at this miraculous repair ability. The entire venue was brand new and ready for the next battle.

Gao Tianzun was still sitting in his distinguished chair, his eyes gleaming with pride and satisfaction. He turned his head slightly, looked at the distinguished guests around him, and said with a smile: "Everyone, are you satisfied with this battle? It was wonderful, full of power and glory, wasn't it?"

Loki chuckled, crossed his arms, and said lazily, "It is indeed extraordinary, full of violent artistic sense. I have to admit, Lord Gao, your understanding of entertainment... is still somewhat unique."

Beta Ray Bill nodded, his expression still serious: "The duel between the strong is always respectable. This battle undoubtedly shows the limit of strength."

Ares' eyes flashed with fighting spirit, and he said in a deep voice: "I really admire the strength you showed in the battle. Not a bad opponent."

Gao Tianzun smiled even more. He stood up, raised the wine glass in his hand, and gestured to the distinguished guests. Then he turned to the center of the arena, raised his arms again, and faced the enthusiastic audience. His voice was deep and infectious, driving the atmosphere of the whole venue to heat up again: "Warriors of Sakaar! My distinguished audience! Today, you have witnessed the birth of a new legend! This battle is not only a symbol of strength, but also a symbol of courage and glory!"

His speech was powerful, sparking a new round of cheers and shouts from the audience. Gao Tianzun's voice gradually became louder, and he waved his hands, as if summoning the enthusiasm of the audience: "And every battle that follows will be even more exciting and exciting! You are the soul of this arena, and every cheer will become the motivation for the warriors to fight bravely! Today is a carnival for Sakaar!"

The atmosphere of the entire arena reached a new peak, and the shouts of the audience surged in all directions like a tsunami. People were looking forward to the upcoming battle, completely ignited by the enthusiasm incited by Gao Tianzun. The sky above the arena seemed to be filled with the breath of battle, waiting for the next more intense fight to come.

Gao Tianzun looked at the scene in front of him, a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Everything was under his control.

After a short period of repair, the arena looked brand new again, as if the fierce battle just now had never happened. The audience's enthusiasm was still high, and the neatly arranged seats were filled with spectators who were looking forward to the next bloody battle, their eyes full of desire and expectation for the fierce battle.

Gao Tianzun sat on his honorable seat, his hands folded, with his signature smile on his face, as if everything was under control. And the final battle of this feast was about to begin.

The host once again stood in the center of the arena, holding the microphone high in his hand, and announced excitedly: "Dear distinguished audience friends, next, welcome our next contestant! He is a powerful warrior of the Umbrella Group, with unimaginable speed and strength! He is - Borsalino!"

The lights in the arena suddenly dimmed, and a spotlight shone on the passage leading to the battlefield. Borsalino, wearing a black suit, walked out lazily. His steps seemed very casual, even a little lazy, with his hands casually in his pockets, and a faint smile on his lips, as if he didn't care about the upcoming battle at all.

"Oh my, this is really troublesome..." Borsalino muttered to himself in a lazy tone with his signature indifferent smile on his face, "Asking me to fight in a place like this... I really don't want to move."

The audience did not seem too excited about Borsalino's appearance, because his lazy posture and lack of tension in his expression did not give people the feeling that a fierce battle was about to begin.

"Borsalino's opponent will be a legend from mythology!" The host's voice rose again, with a fiery passion, "He is a powerful man in mythology - a fusion of Hercules and Hermes. He represents the ultimate in strength and speed! And today, he will appear in the form of the dark side. He is - Hercules!"

The lights suddenly focused, and the huge iron door slowly rose. A tall warrior slowly walked out of the darkness. His upper body was as strong as a rock, with layers of muscles, each of which seemed extremely hard and powerful, revealing amazing strength. His legs seemed extremely light, as if they had an elusive agility. What was even more shocking was that a layer of dark aura surrounded his body. It was the energy of the dark side, as if it came from hell, and his entire body was shrouded in a shadow.

Hercus' eyes flashed red, as if burning with a desire for destruction. His majestic and cold face had a hint of an arrogant smile, and in his hand he held a war hammer that flashed with dark light. Every step he took made the entire arena tremble slightly, as if his power was endless.

The appearance of Hercules brought silence to the venue, and the cheers of the audience were temporarily suppressed. It seemed that everyone felt the oppression of the dark power in him.

"This is impossible!" Ares stood in the VIP seat and suddenly questioned Gao Tianzun loudly in shock, his eyes full of anger and confusion, "Where did this guy come from? A fusion of Hercules and Hermes? The dark side? How is this possible!"

Ares's surprise was obviously justified. As the god of war in Greek mythology, he was very familiar with the power of these two legendary demigods. And now, the warrior in front of him who combined their power was obviously a taboo existence.

Gao Tianzun smiled, spread his hands, pretended to be innocent, and answered casually: "Oh, Ares, don't be so surprised. As you know, my planet Saka is connected to the 'garbage channel', where some... well, special things always fall. This dimension is connected to the multiverse, so... what you see may not be the Hercules and Hermes you are familiar with, but some kind of fusion, 'special existence' from a more distant universe."

"Garbage channel..." Ares repeated these words in a low voice, obviously very dissatisfied with this statement, but he had no way to refute it. Although Gao Tianzun's explanation sounded absurd, it was reasonable. This intersection of the multiverse made everything possible.

At the same time, Hercules had already stepped into the center of the arena, facing Borsalino. His eyes were filled with the desire for destruction, the hammer in his hand was flashing with dark energy, and the whole person was shrouded in an invisible pressure.

Borsalino still stood there lazily, his hands in his pockets, without any tension. Facing such a powerful enemy, he was too lazy to even take a fighting stance. He just raised his head lazily and smiled slightly, "Oh, it seems that I have to be a little more serious today."

Hercus didn't say anything extra. He suddenly raised the war hammer in his hand and smashed it towards Borsalino with earth-shattering force. A low whistling sound was heard in the air, as if the entire space was distorted by this force.

"Bang!" Hercus's hammer smashed towards Borsalino's figure with violent force, but at that moment, Borsalino's body turned into a golden light and dodged lightly, as if he disappeared on the spot in an instant.

"Oh my... you're still too slow." Borsalino's voice suddenly came from behind Hercules, sounding relaxed and casual. His eyes lightly swept across Hercules' back. He slightly raised one leg and said softly, "Oh my, since you are so strong, then be a little more serious, light speed kick."

Before he finished speaking, his body instantly turned into a golden flash, and the kicking beam attacked Hercules at an extremely fast speed, and a sharp "whoosh" sound was heard in the air. The beam hit Hercules' dark shield with a deafening roar, but when the dust cleared, Hercules was still standing there, motionless, as if he had not suffered any damage at all.

Borsalino blew on his fingers lightly, with a helpless smile on his face, and said in a lazy but slightly teasing tone: "Oh my, it seems that I have met the most powerful opponent... It's really a headache."

Hercus' eyes were filled with cold darkness, and his voice was as low as if it came from the depths of hell, revealing a breath of coldness and destruction: "Your meaningless flash is meaningless to me. The power of darkness will devour all light. No matter how fast you are, you cannot escape the fate of the end."

Hercules clenched the hammer in his hand, and the dark power around him became stronger and stronger. His momentum seemed to expand endlessly, oppressing the entire arena. His indifferent eyes locked on Borsalino, as if he had foreseen his end.

Borsalino shrugged his shoulders, still maintaining his nonchalant expression, and sighed softly: "Oh my... What a tricky guy."