Chapter 234: "Storm of Conflict" Resurfaces

Indeed, the "H" shaped mothership of the Chitauri functioned and had weaknesses similar to a Zerg hive. Once these structures were eliminated, the seemingly endless Chitauri army would collapse on its own! Confirmed in his guess, Clark didn't hesitate to swing his staff again, using the Champion as a makeshift weapon. With a fierce strike, he sent this most formidable of cosmic elders crashing into another "H" shaped mothership, shattering it to pieces.

Once again, a large number of the Chitauri army were obliterated.

Repeating this process more than ten times, the boundless Chitauri forces were halved by Clark's decapitation strikes. The Champion, having been bombarded repeatedly, was blasted beyond the atmosphere and into the depths of space.

Even with his undying body, the Champion couldn't withstand such terrifying attacks. Although he wouldn't die, he now floated helplessly in space, devoid of all capacity to resist.

Their cosmic energy could ensure their immortality, but repairing their bodies was costly. With repeated use, they grew weak and needed a period of rest to recover their strength.

The Champion, utterly debilitated, glared at Clark and said furiously, "Boy, don't think you've won. One day, I will get my revenge!"

"Revenge on me?" Clark responded with a cold, disdainful laugh. "Do you really think I would give you that chance?"

"Not give me a chance?" The Champion, upon hearing Clark's words, laughed arrogantly, as if he had heard a ridiculously funny joke. "If you think you can kill me, then come and try!"

"Let's try then!"

As they spoke, the music of "Prelude of the Knife Society" finally ended, and the backlash that followed rendered Clark, who was previously brimming with vigor, suddenly listless, as if his body had been hollowed out.

Indeed, the current "Prelude of the Knife Society" posed a great strain on Clark. Or rather, his power couldn't sustain such expenditure.

Logically, if his power couldn't sustain this, his body should have suffered significant damage. However, Clark found himself virtually unharmed, except for extreme weakness due to physical and mental exhaustion.

Dragging his tired body towards the Champion, Clark's eyes shimmered with a murderous intent.

Despite his current physical weakness, the Champion was even weaker.

Under these circumstances, Clark was confident he could eliminate this threat forever.

It was not that others couldn't kill cosmic elders; it was just that they weren't Clark. Just as others couldn't force Death to dance to "Paradise Pure Land," Clark could easily do it.

In a world of defiance, transcending the laws of the Marvel Universe!

He didn't kill the Champion during the peak of "Prelude of the Knife Society" because his method of killing conflicted with the BGM. He had to stop it, or wait for it to end before he could act.

As Clark's hand, the hand of death, reached towards the Champion, he was on the verge of achieving an unprecedented feat: killing a cosmic elder!

Such success would surely make him famous throughout the universe, gaining unimaginable acclaim.

Just as Clark's fingers were about to touch the Champion, two intensely hot red beams shot out of the void, blasting two thumb-sized holes through the hand reaching towards the Champion.

The pain of having one's hand pierced was unbearable, but Clark's sensation was strange amid the intense pain.

Normally, such a wound would cause the entire hand to lose sensation. Clark, whose life form far surpassed ordinary people, wouldn't lose the feeling in his hand like an average person, but he should've been affected.

It felt like part of his body had ceased to exist, much like cut nails or hair, completely disconnected from his body's senses.

Yet, Clark felt only a slight pain in his hand, as if only the pain receptors were activated, with no other consequences.

This bizarre feeling, almost absurd, felt incredibly real to Clark.

The next moment, his body's reaction confirmed this sensation.

His hand, pierced by the high-heat beams, healed at a visible rate, returning to normal in less than a second, and this healing didn't deplete any of his energy!

This uncanny event felt natural to Clark, as if nothing in his life could perish. This touched upon some supreme law of the Marvel multiverse, beyond even Clark's ability to alter.

What was happening?

Before he could ponder further, Clark saw a figure flash in front of him. Recognizing the newcomer, he was shocked.

It was Heberon!

Wasn't he sealed in the orange cube by Sain, trapped like a fly in amber?

People often use "the cooked duck has flown away" to describe unbelievable events, but what did Clark see?

The fly in the amber had escaped!

How did Heberon manage this?

And his timing couldn't have been more impeccable.

He appeared just as Clark was about to finish his battle with the Champion, nearly depleted. To call this a coincidence would be an insult to intelligence.

"Boom!"

Before Clark could react, the reinvigorated Heberon launched a punch that struck him squarely in the chest and abdomen.

Hit by this blow, Clark was sent flying thousands of meters into space. Thanks to the "Boots of Heavenly Walk," he barely stabilized himself.

Now at his lowest ebb, both physically and mentally, even his reaction speed was affected. Stabilizing himself, he saw Heberon's twin heat beams aiming for his face.

Thinking quickly, Clark raised his right hand to block while turning his head to dodge the lethal strike.

His hand was pierced again, with the same bizarre sensation, then rapidly healed within a second.

His initial feeling was no illusion!

Shifting his gaze from Heberon, Clark looked towards the Champion, only to see his "ally," Sain, grabbing the powerless Champion and flying towards a distant Chitauri mothership, never once looking back at Clark.

What exactly was Sain up to?

Without further thought, Clark had to contend with Heberon, dragging his exhausted body into battle.

Or rather, he was enduring the onslaught.

Clark, dragged through space by Heberon, couldn't imagine Sain had also been summoned by Death, leading him to underestimate Sain's capabilities and the potential devastation of his actions.

A misstep!

Clark didn't lose to Sain but was outmaneuvered by Death herself!

Fortunately, even in his extreme weakness, Clark wasn't utterly at Heberon's mercy. Aside from his sudden remarkable healing ability, his myriad of techniques gave him the power to fight back.

Otherwise, he would have used the Cosmic Cube to escape long ago.

His current objective was to delay, continuing to dodge Heberon's attacks while gradually absorbing sunlight to regain his strength, hoping to strike a fatal blow at the critical moment.

However, after barely three minutes of this plan, with his strength only restored to a tenth of its peak, an unexpected change disrupted his strategy.

Because...

"The wind stirs the sands, the clouds bring the rain, countless heroes emerge from all directions, the righteous spirit of humanity endures through the ages. Swords flash, emotions entwine the hero's heart, tears of sentiment spill over earth and sky, drenched in blood, they write history!..."

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