For the guests in the Bar With No Doors, this was probably the most boring match they had ever seen.
In the beginning, Blackheart met Strange, and the Prince of Hell confronted the master from Kamar Taj, bringing his own gimmick. The effect of the show was undoubtedly exciting.
But later, Luke appeared on stage and made a bold move.
First, he wiped out the three demons with one punch, and then he blasted Blackheart, the most popular player in the battle, to bits.
If this was the end, those who watched the live broadcast wouldn't have any opinions.
The unexpected reversal was exactly what they were happy to see.
But the subsequent development was a little worse.
The live broadcast closely followed Luke, and everyone watched him fly with all his might, hovering in the sky like a supersonic fighter, looking for enemies.
Whenever he found an unlucky person, he would ask if the opponent was willing to abstain and withdraw from the match.
Anyone who was rude and tried to resist would be blown away with a merciless punch.
Killed on the spot, even their ashes were disposed of.
The scene was extremely violent and bloody.
It didn't matter if they were burnt to bits. However, the most outrageous thing was that Luke would read a eulogy used by Priests at a funeral afterward.
Not letting the souls of the deadfall into hell, unable to break free.
This thoughtful superficial funeral, like a one-stop service, really stopped other people from complaining.
This kind of process might still be interesting for the audience to watch at the beginning.
But repeating the same thing over and over, gradually, they felt dull.
On average, Luke took care of one combatant every 3 minutes.
This efficiency was amazing.
The fierce battle royal match was turned into a quick pass tutorial level.
It could be described as boring and dull.
"So ... that's it?"
"The man who said he would eat the table?"
"Yes, I don't feel like watching the match anymore. I want to see a 'man-eating a table' show."
"..."
The guests in the bar had lost interest in the live broadcast.
They ordered more wine and booed the unlucky guy into eating the table.
"Be quiet! The third match is starting."
Rocket hugged his computer, jumped onto the bar, and spoke with discontent.
These stupid earthlings just knew how to shout. It was really hard to imagine that they belonged to the same species as Superman.
"Shut your mouths! Witness the birth of a Sorcerer Supreme!"
Monako was indifferent to his customers, but he was someone who liked small furry animals.
"Come on, have some."
He pulled out a crunchy carrot from somewhere, shaking it and teasing Rocket like a rabbit.
"Stay away from me, you old bastard! I'll jump up and smash your kneecaps!"
Rocket Raccoon, who could curse like a pirate, immediately spat out.
The way people treated pets naturally wouldn't work on him.
What's more, he's not a rabbit. Why would he eat carrots?!
"Why is the third match starting now?"
"No intermission?"
"Nonsense! The second match didn't last for an hour and a half, from the beginning to the end!"
"It must be temporary overtime..."
"..."
Strange, who was in the live broadcast, slowly walked out of the transmission portal formed by the expansion of the token. However, he found that he didn't return to the real world but arrived at a strange place.
"Where is this?"
He looked puzzled.
Looking through his seam helmet, he looked at the surrounding environment.
The land was flat as far as the eye could see, with tufts of weeds underfoot.
Desolate, empty.
This was Strange's first impression.
"The space isn't stable. It feels like a different dimension existing in the gap of other dimensions."
Luke, who appeared, whispered.
What came into view was a small, gloomy town.
In his perception, the world was crumbling like a candle that was about to go out.
"This is ... San Venganza, a place that has long been forgotten."
An old cowboy on a horse answered.
He appeared like a timely NPC and answered Strange's question.
"Welcome to San Venganza."
With his face full of vicissitudes, the old man took off his cowboy hat and gestured slightly.
Luke's eyes moved slightly. He seemed to have some impression of this small town, San Venganza.
"I'm Carter Slade."
The old cowboy then introduced himself.
Hearing this name, Luke raised his eyebrows, seemingly suspecting something.
Carter Slade was Mephisto's first Ghost Rider.
With the addition of the town of San Venganza, things seemed to get more interesting.
While he was thinking about the third match, transmission portals expanded one by one and appeared on the desolate land.
Coming out of them, the seven fighters who had passed the match, including Strange, were exactly eight candidates.
"What happened? The match was over before I met my first opponent."
Thor saw an acquaintance and rushed over excitedly.
He was carrying his Stormbreaker with regret in his eyes.
Before a great battle started, they already passed.
"Someone ended the match."
Magik was carrying a large sword as tall as a person and looked at Luke with ambiguous eyes.
Between these two people, it could be said that they knew each other's depth after a lengthy and intimate exchange.
"He eliminated six participants, so we had to go straight to the next match."
The Queen of Limbo was also a popular contestant in the battle, and her words carried a lot of weight.
The other candidates couldn't help but reveal their shocked expressions.
Looking at Strange and Luke, there was a faint vigilance in their eyes.
"It looks like we're going to be targeted."
Luke felt the change in the atmosphere and lightly said so.
He was eager for the remaining candidates to rush towards him and give him a chance to end the competition all at once.
With just a bit of thinking, he knew the theme of the third match was definitely different from the previous one.
The Vishanti wouldn't let an overpowered participant pass the three tests with ease.
Those dimensional demon gods liked to make simple things complicated.
"Save."
Holding the token, Strange lowered his voice and said, "We have to save this town. This is the final test."
Luke was slightly surprised and grimaced, "If that's what it is, I probably won't be of much help."
He was only good at physical aspects and had no say in saving other people's souls.
That was the daily routine of Superman next door and Captain America.
Luke was more used to erasing the existence of others and solving the problem once and for all than to convert them and give them a purpose in life.
It was easier and time-saving.
"All the people in town sold their souls to Mephisto."
Strange, like a player who received a quest, explained the details.
"What we need to do is to bring those people back to the right path so that they can rest in peace."
The rest of the candidates were also given the same quest, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
If it was a test of individual strength like the last match, they probably wouldn't have been a match for Superman, even if they did it together.
"Haha, saving a small town ... a novel experience."
The black-braided Doctor Voodoo walked towards the small town of San Venganza.
He seemed to have an idea and couldn't wait to implement it.
Mordo gave Kaecilius a fierce stare before following suit.
The latter sneered and walked in another direction.
Loki kicked Thor. With her hands behind her back, she kicked the weeds with her restless toes.
"Go."
She gave Luke a thoughtful look and left.
"See you in town."
Thor scratched his head and followed Loki's footsteps.
Seeing the competitors enter the arena, Strange laboriously took off the magic resistance heavy armor and gasped, "What should we do?"
In the second game, he didn't use his enchanted AK47-Beast, which was a pity for him.
"Let's see first. What have the residents of the town who sold their souls to the devil had fallen into?"
Intuition told Luke that this match wouldn't be easy.
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