Battle in the Alien Prison

His fingers clenched into fists so tightly that his nails pierced his palms. The faint sting reached Kyle’s heart, keeping him fully awake.

Everything before him undoubtedly proved that, no matter how unbelievable it was, this was an indisputable fact!

Only Venom, the symbiote that knew him inside and out, could have set such a massive trap for him.

"Venom, Venom!" Kyle’s face remained as calm as ever, but a storm seemed to be brewing in his azure eyes. Veins bulged faintly on his forehead, his steel-like muscles stretched his clothes taut, and his clenched fists turned white with audible cracks.

Anger!

This was the first time Kyle had ever been so furious!

Venom—should he praise it for growing cleverer, or say it had become utterly stupid? Did it not know the consequences of betraying him?!

After following him for so long, did it not know better?!

"The intruder is over there! Catch him!"

"Don’t let him escape!"

Amid rapid, dense footsteps and shouts, a squad of over a dozen alien guards armed with Laser Guns rushed into the corridor. Their leader pointed at Kyle, who stood alone in the passage.

"You lot, get lost!" Kyle spat out coldly. He looked indifferently at the alien guards, then suddenly moved. His explosive speed blurred his figure before their eyes.

In the blink of an eye, Kyle had charged straight into the alien guards. The two guards in front paled and were just about to raise their Laser Guns when Kyle shot out both hands and seized their arms.

Kyle twisted hard. Crisp cracks of breaking bones rang out, and the two alien guards immediately fell to the ground screaming, their arms twisted like pretzels.

At the same time, Kyle lashed out with his right foot, kicking the fallen guards twice in succession as if they were balls.

Bang! Bang!

The two heavily injured guards lost consciousness. Their bodies were pierced by their teammates’ lasers from behind, and amid sprays of blood, their mangled corpses crashed fiercely into the ranks behind them. The scene instantly became bloody and chaotic.

Kyle showed no intention of stopping. He was in a state of rage and wanted nothing more than to vent it properly. The prison guards rushing at him now were the perfect vessels for his fury!

He sprang forward, lunging before several more guards. His elbow briefly drew back before driving out, striking one guard squarely in the chest. With ten times a human’s strength and masterful force generation, the blow undoubtedly carried more than a ton of impact!

The guard spat blood as his chest caved inward. Broken ribs pierced out through his back, impaling another guard behind him. Both were flung several meters away like kites with severed strings.

In less than five seconds, more than half of the alien guard squad had lost their ability to fight!

Cold light gathered in Kyle’s eyes as he stepped forward, his presence icy and violent. His boot came down on the wrist of a guard trying to crawl back up, crushing it beneath his foot.

"Venom. How long are you planning to hide? Get out here!" Ignoring the guard’s screams, Kyle’s powerful, frigid voice echoed through the prison.

Since it could so easily make use of Sakaar Prison’s resources, symbiotically control prisoners back and forth, and set up such a scheme, the body Venom was primarily inhabiting and using at the moment was most likely one of Sakaar’s guards.

"If you won’t come out, I’ll drag you out myself!" Kyle said coldly as he entered the prison’s underground hall. Dozens more alien guards surged into view.

Szzzt! Szzzt! Szzzt!

The laser beams were dazzling and blinding, sealing off Kyle’s body and every path ahead.

Instead of retreating, Kyle advanced. He leaped up, swiftly shifting his footing, planted his feet firmly against the wall, and exploded headfirst into the armed guards.

He was like a tiger among sheep. For a time, the screams of the alien guards rang out without end.

Meanwhile, outside the Underground Prison.

"Greetings, Chief!" The guards stationed outside respectfully saluted the newcomer.

"How is the situation inside?" Carnage asked with a steady expression.

"The guard units responsible for watching the prison have all gone in. They even brought the remote control with them, so they should be able to suppress—"

Before the guard could finish, an angry voice echoed from deep within the Underground Prison’s corridors, faintly reaching their ears.

"Venom, get out here!"

Mingled with it were the miserable cries of guards.

"This…" The guard awkwardly closed his mouth, while Carnage’s expression changed slightly. His body and soul began trembling despite his efforts to suppress it.

It was a pressure and fear ingrained in him from birth. Every part of his body and mind warned him not to offend that man, much less become his enemy.

"Notify the Guard Ships outside the prison. Surround this entire area around the Interstellar Arena. The intruder must not be allowed to escape." Carnage patted the guard’s arm encouragingly, then decisively turned and left.

"Yes…" The guard froze for a moment, watching Carnage’s retreating back as though he were fleeing in panic.

Inside the Underground Prison, the prisoners in their cells stared dumbfounded at Kyle, who was fighting dozens of guards alone in the hall outside.

One word: savage!

"Tsk, tsk. Two-Headed Monster, can you still hold yourself back?"

On the other side, the Scythe Man grinned and mocked the Two-Headed Snake in the cell opposite him. He suddenly chopped down with his hand. A flash of blade light streaked through the air, smoothly slicing the iron bars of the cell door into two!

High-voltage electricity traveled through his hand into the Scythe Man’s body. He stiffened briefly, then walked out through the gap as if nothing had happened. His figure blurred and vanished as he charged toward the hall at supersonic speed.

Seeing him leave, the Two-Headed Snake raised its upper body. Both mouths bared their fangs and bit down on the cell door, the electric light making it resemble a gigantic electric eel.

It twisted its body, warping and tangling the cell’s iron bars into a distorted mass. With both heads raised, it slid swiftly along the ground, devouring every guard corpse along the way.

"These monsters…" In another separate cell, the six-eyed alien, the weakest among the final four, curled up and trembled.

In the prison hall, Kyle’s killing intent had been stirred. He seemed to have returned to the battlefield grinder of human wars. Even without a weapon in hand, his body itself was the strongest killing weapon. Everywhere he passed, guards fell like wheat.

Just as the prison guards were wiped out once more, a Guard Captain spoke sternly. "Intruder, stop at once! Get on your knees with your hands over your head!"

Kyle acted as though he had not heard him. He casually punched the guard in front of him flying, then raised his eyes. The Guard Captain stood more than ten meters away at a safe distance, holding a remote control in his hand.

"Don’t force me to use extreme measures," the Guard Captain said coldly.

Kyle remained expressionless as he slowly walked toward him. The Guard Captain immediately panicked and glared at him through gritted teeth. "Take one more step, and I’ll…"

While he was issuing the warning, Kyle took two more steps, looking at the Guard Captain as if he were already dead.

"You criminal, fall!" The Guard Captain pressed the button on the remote with all his strength.

But nothing happened to Kyle. He continued walking forward. The Guard Captain tried pressing it several more times, but there was still no response. Only when Kyle reached him did he drop to his knees in terror. "Why? You should have a Paralyzing Nerve Control Device installed in your body. Why isn’t it working…?"

"I already removed it." Kyle shrugged.

"That’s impossible. No one can remove that control device by themselves." The Guard Captain’s eyes widened as he spoke bitterly.

"You can think about that slowly after you die."

Kyle had no obligation to explain. He drove his left knee violently beneath the man’s chin, sending the Guard Captain flying straight into the ceiling overhead, with half his body hanging from it.