Super Finisher: Born to Die!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In the midst of the battle, chains clanged as they whipped through the air, while Iron Armor collided violently with the ground again and again.

Kratos had completely transformed into a cold, merciless War God Devil King. With strength far beyond that of humans, he toyed with his opponent, smashing Kyle into the ground time after time.

"Waaah." Bai Bo lay curled up in Anli’s arms, its tail raised in fright, too scared to keep watching.

He kept smashing him until the entire Iron Armor was covered in cracks. Blood trickled from the gaps in the armor, and the iron mask covering Kyle’s face split in half, revealing his bloodless face beneath.

Kratos swung the chain again, dragging Kyle up into the sky. At that moment, Kyle slightly raised his metal arm. The palm engine, already on the verge of being scrapped, fired a laser beam that struck the middle of the chain with precision.

The chain snapped at once. Kyle was flung free, and as he fell toward the ground, energy blasts erupted from beneath his feet in time, slowing him down and bringing him steadily to the floor.

"Master. Energy reserves have fallen to less than ten percent, and this improvised Iron Man Armor is nearing total collapse. It can no longer sustain high-intensity combat for long," Vis said worriedly.

"It’s not just the armor. I’m almost done too. Pah!" Kyle spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and stared coldly at Kratos before him. He considered it, then said, "I can’t keep holding back. Activate Iron Armor Mode’s super finisher!"

"Yes!" Vis immediately understood Kyle’s intent.

During those two days in the isolation room of the Central Building, Kyle and Vis had gathered intelligence, built this crude Iron Man Armor, and conducted no fewer than a thousand simulated combat drills on the computer.

There was only one way to defeat superior beings such as gods!

A super finisher!

"Whether I win or lose, it all comes down to this move." Kyle took a deep breath, shook his hand, and discarded the ruined engine in the armor’s palm.

Seeing this, Kratos asked calmly, "What? Giving up?"

"Of course not!" Kyle gave a cold smile. Energy suddenly surged from beneath his feet, leaving behind rings of white waves as he shot forward.

Aerial Sprint!

"Again? I won’t fall for the same trick twice, or I’d be unworthy of the name War God."

With a thought, Kratos reacted the instant Kyle vanished, swiftly throwing a punch before him.

The burst speed of Aerial Sprint was indeed extreme, but its greatest flaw was that it could only charge rigidly in a straight line along its original direction!

Just as Kratos had predicted, Kyle’s flickering figure appeared directly in front of that punch, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind.

From a third-person perspective, it looked as though Kyle had deliberately rammed his chest into Kratos’s fist.

The spectators in the stands cried out in alarm. Kratos grinned as well. "It’s all over."

His fist slammed into the chest of Kyle’s Iron Man Armor, right onto the glowing white krypton-gold slot—Vis’s main body. Even with vibranium’s kinetic energy absorption cushioning the blow, the terrifying force of the punch continued to spread and erupt. The Iron Man Armor cracked all over, on the verge of completely collapsing!

Kyle coughed up blood mixed with shattered fragments of his organs. Without even groaning in pain, he braced his feet against the floor and refused to retreat a single step. Hope and determination flickered in his eyes.

This was the moment!

Ignoring his injuries, Kyle shot out both hands like lightning and pressed two miniature Paralyzing Nerve Control Devices onto Kratos’s shoulders.

He roared, "Vis!"

At the same time, Vis sent out a simulated activation signal through electrical waves. The Paralyzing Nerve Control Devices activated, white electrical light shooting forth to envelop Kratos and seep into his body, paralyzing him from within.

One alone was enough to briefly paralyze the Thunder God and rob him of the ability to resist, let alone two activated together!

Kratos’s eyes widened. His powerful divine body, seemingly impossible to shake, trembled. At last, he fell stiffly forward toward Kyle.

Kyle pressed both hands against Kratos’s lower abdomen. The engines beneath the Iron Man Armor’s feet lit up and activated. He suddenly soared upward, actually supporting Kratos’s body from beneath and rocketing into the sky!

In the blink of an eye, beneath the horrified gazes of countless spectators, Kyle carried Kratos’s immobilized body past the Interstellar Arena’s hundred-meter height, streaked past countless hovering spectator ships, and continued charging into the vast starry sky without slowing down in the slightest!

"My god, he’s crazy. He’s completely crazy!" Night Princess collapsed onto the deck, her eyes vacant with shock.

"What is he trying to do?!" Carnage stood up again, looking up in disbelief at Kyle, who had become a brilliant speck of starlight in the sky.

In the seat beside him, the Grandmaster’s fixed smile vanished. He tilted his head slightly upward, uncertainty flickering in his eyes as he sensed that matters had already gone beyond his control.

A thousand meters above the Duel Arena.

Flames sprayed from the feet of Kyle’s Iron Man Armor. With both hands pushing against Kratos’s still slightly twitching body, he flew faster and faster like a rocket, rising continuously at supersonic speed.

"Master, krypton-gold energy has dropped to less than five percent. If this continues, you won’t have enough energy to return safely to the ground," Vis warned.

Kyle smiled calmly at that, speaking with unprecedented certainty. "Don’t worry about landing. Push the engines to maximum power and keep going!"

"Yes!"

Following his command, Vis pushed the Iron Man Armor’s engines to their limit. At once, the roar of machinery and burning energy resounded through the high sky.

Two thousand meters, three thousand meters, five thousand meters…

"This still isn’t high enough. Keep going!" Kyle roared, rising relentlessly into the freezing night wind.

Six thousand meters, seven thousand meters, nine thousand meters!

At this altitude, they were already close to leaving Planet Sakaar’s atmosphere. Colorful Space Wormholes filled the surroundings, while space and air twisted chaotically in every direction.

The exhaust flames died out. The Iron Man Armor froze completely in subzero temperatures. Vis struggled to transform and control it, but the armor collapsed into countless chunks of iron covered in icy fragments, exposing Kyle within.

Frost coated even Kyle’s brows. Breathing with difficulty, he adjusted his posture in midair and tightly wrapped both arms around Kratos’s legs, aiming that bald head straight down.

Then the two became locked together and began falling from nine thousand meters in the sky!

Kratos’s body trembled as his consciousness gradually returned, but it was already too late!

Eight thousand meters, six thousand meters, four thousand meters, two thousand meters…

They fell faster and faster. The wind pressure tore painfully across Kyle’s body, but he stared fixedly at the Interstellar Arena growing ever larger before his eyes, never looking away!

"Master, we’re going too fast! If you hit the ground like this, even with the enemy acting as a cushion, there is a high chance that even you will die on impact!"

Vis transformed into an earpiece and hung securely beside Kyle’s ear, warning him anxiously.

"If I don’t take this risk, how could I possibly have a chance of defeating a god-race creature?"

Kyle laughed boldly. Looking at the arena and battlefield drawing ever closer below, he closed his eyes with resolve. "This is what it truly means to be Born to Die!"

He bet his entire future on this one strike!