Venom’s Return! Ultimate Full Coverage!

In the spectator stands of the Interstellar Arena, the hundreds of thousands of alien spectators—including the Grandmaster—collectively raised their heads, staring in horrified suspense at the night sky where Kyle and Kratos had completely vanished.

Everyone held their breath, unwilling to miss even the slightest detail of this epic battle. The vast, packed venue fell utterly silent.

Then, the black dot grew larger and larger, plummeting straight down toward the Duel Arena without showing the slightest sign of slowing.

"They’re coming! They’re coming!"

Amid the audience’s explosive, boiling cries, Kyle and Kratos’s locked-together figures blurred into a streak of light as they crashed fiercely into the very center of the Duel Arena!

Bang—

Like a falling star, the concrete-like ground collapsed on impact. The immense shockwave from the fall directly blasted shattered stones and dirt ten meters in every direction into the air!

The Interstellar Arena instantly fell silent.

When the dust settled, everyone could clearly see a bottomless crater five meters in diameter in the middle of the wide, level Duel Arena.

This visually overwhelming sight made countless creatures’ scalps go numb, their bodies trembling faintly in terror.

"My god, could any creature possibly survive that?"

"Probably… probably… they’re both dead, right?"

"Then what does that make this, a draw?"

The spectators’ faces were flushed as they could not help whispering among themselves. No matter what, this was a battle worthy of being recorded in the history of Sakaar’s Duel Arena.

Rustle, rustle, rustle!

Just then, a faint sound came from within the deep crater. Under the audience’s uncertain gazes, a thick hand slowly reached out from the hole, gripping its edge as it struggled to climb up.

It was Kratos, the "Demon King"! But at this moment, there was only one word to describe him from head to toe: miserable!

His bald head was covered in vivid blood as if it had burst open. Blood streamed down into his deeply sunken eye sockets, making his rugged face look savage and terrifying. His clothes were tattered, and his entire body was covered in gravel and mud. He was utterly unlike the imposing god of war from before.

"What a madman."

Kratos laboriously climbed out of the crater and stood dizzily at its edge. Looking down into the pit, he gave a sincere assessment. "Among lowly creatures like humans, I would call you the strongest!"

"But clearly, our battle ends here." Kratos gently shook his head. Falling from nearly ten thousand meters in the air—if he had not been a god with exceptional physique and divine power protecting his body, even creatures of higher races would have been smashed into a pile of meat paste.

That move was too insane to simply be called a move. It was a kind of resolve: killing a thousand enemies while injuring oneself eight hundred. It could only be used with the determination to risk one’s life.

Kratos turned around and spread his arms toward the spectator stands. Cheers erupted in a wild, jubilant response.

"Is Mr. Kyle… dead?" Bai Bo opened his mouth wide, unable to believe it.

"He should be…" Anli nodded with a grief-stricken face. Just as she was about to offer some words of comfort, she suddenly seemed to see something. Her eyes widened in astonishment. "Bai Bo, look! What is that?!"

Likewise, most of the audience’s cheers abruptly stopped as they stared in surprise at the deep crater behind Kratos.

Kratos noticed their unusual reactions and turned around. The next moment, even his pupils contracted sharply.

A hand slowly reached out from the crater, black liquid constantly rippling across its arm as it covered and transformed into a smooth, tough layer of keratinous membrane.

The hand pressed against the ground, and with a slight push, a tall figure sprang out agilely, landing lightly on the other side of the crater.

Its tall humanoid body was dark black, its muscular contours carrying a sleek, savage beauty. Its narrow eyes glowed crimson, and it bared its teeth in an evil, ferocious grin, like a Black Demon crawling out of hell.

"Who are you?" Kratos frowned at the unknown creature before him. His body instinctively tensed, and for the first time, he felt danger.

"I just burst your bald head, and now you’re asking who I am?" The Dark Creature grinned and spread its hands. "Then again, this form even changed my aura."

"Allow me to formally introduce myself. I am Kyle, the Tyrant!"

Inside the rooftop room atop the Duel Arena.

The Grandmaster stood up. He looked at Kyle, whose appearance had changed dramatically below, then at Carnage beside him, whose face was drained of color, and asked grimly, "What exactly is going on? Did something just rush out of your body?"

Carnage’s expression was incomparably ugly. He remained silent, shattered fragments from the exploded glass still lingering in his trench coat pocket. Inwardly, he roared unwillingly, Venom, you still chose to return to his side. You betrayed me, who was once one with you…

In the Duel Arena.

Kyle stretched his limbs as the familiar state of Venom’s full coverage returned, and the sensation of comprehensive enhancement surged through him.

Just moments ago, when he had been about to crash into the ground from the sky, he had truly thought there was an eighty or ninety percent chance that he would die. Yet, as he passed the rooftop of the Interstellar Arena, a mass of black liquid had suddenly sprung out and wrapped around his body protectively.

He truly had not expected that Venom would be the one to save him in the end! And the one who had betrayed him before was another derivative symbiote!

Kyle sighed inwardly. After symbiotically merging with Venom, his consciousness intertwined with Venom’s thoughts, and he instantly understood Venom’s division.

After Venom and he had long experienced World War II on Earth—war, slaughter, brutality, ruthlessness, and all sorts of negative emotions—those emotions had long been buried deep within Venom’s main body. Later, under the effects of the Space Primordial Stone, those frenzied and unruly emotions had derived and split into a second symbiote.

That was the origin of Carnage.

Carnage could be said to be the joint creation of Kyle and Venom’s negative thoughts. Thus, it was stronger and possessed more subjective consciousness.

After arriving on this planet half a year early, Carnage and Venom had survived by continuously attaching themselves to alien residents. But later, an enormous disagreement arose between them.

Venom wanted to search for and wait for Kyle, while Carnage wanted to separate and become a new, powerful creature on its own. Their conflicting beliefs eventually caused them to fall out completely.

Carnage, which could fully control a host’s body, was extremely powerful. It restrained and imprisoned Venom, then, filled with ambition, controlled the chief guard and prepared to replace the Grandmaster someday.

"I blamed you wrongly." Kyle smiled in relief. He could sense that Venom was even more innocent and pure than before, constantly conveying its joy to him, just like on the night he had first drawn the Venom card.

Speaking of cards, Venom’s symbiote Creature Card was now vastly different from before.

Adult Venom Symbiote: A symbiote that has grown to a certain extent. Purple Creature Card.

Venom does not need to bond with a host and can survive independently. Symbiosis can greatly enhance the host's strength and abilities. Its weaknesses are ultrasound and high temperature.

Having reached adulthood, Venom's growth potential will decline greatly.

Currently mastered abilities: Rapid Learning, transformation into any clothing, defense immune to bullets, Liquid Self-Healing, Memory Perception and Interception, gliding flight, Dark Claws, wall-crawling, Whip Strike, Sharp Blade, Myriad Tendrils.

Number of hosts it has currently symbiotically bonded with: 108 (the greater the value, the stronger Venom will become)