American Comics: BOSS Invasion

In the city center, the massive arena was filled with deafening shouts.

It was the most exciting moment of the day, with almost everyone in the city gathered here, consumed by frenzy and bloodlust.

They cheered for the victors and scorned the defeated.

Waving their banknotes, they staked their hard-earned daily wages on bets, hoping to make a fortune.

This was a city where trash and scum congregated.

What fell through each space gate was either various kinds of unmanageable garbage or vicious criminals.

This was a paradise for criminals and a hell for good children.

In this lawless land, they could freely vent all their emotions.

His virtual projection was incredibly huge, almost as tall as the entire arena.

The audience cheered loudly, and the Grandmaster, with a smile on his face, gestured excitedly.

In his nearly endless lifespan, this moment was the happiest of his day.

Enjoying the cheers of the audience, he chuckled and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, what a wonderful evening!

Welcome to watch today's performance.

I am your host!

Tonight's gladiatorial contest will be personally explained by me.

Please give another round of enthusiastic applause to the challengers who died in today's warm-up match.

Although some overestimated themselves, I still want to express my admiration for these courageous challengers.

Today is destined to be a wonderful performance, so please enjoy this beautiful evening!"

Amidst the audience's frenzied cheers, the passage below slowly opened, and a giant rock man carrying a telephone pole-sized mace walked out.

He wore leather armor and held an axe, and as soon as he appeared, he roared loudly.

The audience roared in approval, chanting his name incessantly.

"Alright, enough chatter, the first to appear is naturally our strongest and most ruthless killing machine.

He can snap the spine of a cosmic beast like a biscuit, and he can also crush a brave warrior with one foot.

He is the Mountain Giant, Stone!"

Roar, roar, roar!

The rock man roared, waving his mace, and the audience cheered.

Many even raised homemade portraits and signs, shouting the rock man's name.

It was like a concert.

"And on the other side…"

The Grandmaster's words suppressed the cheers, and the entrance on the other side slowly opened.

The background music also changed to intense drumbeats, like a pre-war charge, making people's blood boil.

"Although it's his first appearance, he looks exceptionally strong.

I bet he's a pirate from some galaxy, and the scars on his face are the best proof.

Ladies and gentlemen, enough talk, seeing is believing, please welcome…"

The Grandmaster deliberately dragged out the sound, and the drumbeats became more and more intense, creating a sense of anticipation for a superstar's appearance.

The audience became even more manic, eager to see blood and death.

Suddenly, a shockwave descended from the sky.

It instantly shattered the challenger's entrance passage.

The entire arena fell silent.

They stared blankly as the huge iron door fragments of the passage flew out, scattered on the ground.

At the entrance of the passage, a round crater had been blasted.

There was nothing inside.

Thud!

A severed hand holding a long knife fell from the sky and stuck into the ground.

The cross-section of the severed hand still emitted the aroma of barbecue.

The Grandmaster's virtual image also froze for a moment.

Before he could say anything, a huge spaceship crashed to the ground.

The ground shook, dust billowed, and the entire arena swayed a few times.

The rock man, who was standing in the center of the arena, roaring madly and preparing to kill the challenger, was instantly crushed into a pile of broken stones.

At the same time, the small squadron of unmanned aerial vehicles that projected the virtual image was crushed under the spaceship.

With a hissing sound of air pressure, the spaceship door slowly rose.

A golden-skinned alien with a slender figure slowly walked out.

His eyes were sharp, and his pupils did not contain a trace of human emotion.

With his arms crossed and his chin slightly raised, he didn't even glance at the surrounding audience, as if he didn't put them in his eyes at all.

His long tail stood upright behind him, and he wore a neat but slightly strange outfit.

Even just standing there without speaking, everyone could feel his ubiquitous arrogance.

A large number of ragged bandits poured out of the spaceship.

They held guns and stood scattered behind him, their eyes full of vigilance, without saying a word.

Frieza glanced around slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up in disdain, he snorted, "What a boring hobby.

Where is the Grandmaster?

Come and die before me quickly, I don't have the mood to stay on this garbage planet any longer!"

"Well, well, well!"

The Grandmaster's figure suddenly appeared at the edge of the arena.

Behind him stood a row of guards holding weapons, next to a middle-aged woman in yellow armor, her hair neatly combed, with some white stripes on her face.

The woman's eyes were upturned, and she held a Tesla coil-like weapon in her hand, looking at Frieza with a deep disdain.

The Grandmaster was the opposite.

He was extremely happy, turning a blind eye to the mess in front of him, and generously sizing Frieza up and down, as if looking at a rare treasure.

"Ladies and gentlemen.

I'm sorry, we had a little accident.

The rock man, as the champion, unfortunately died.

Let us change our comments on him, he is a weak and incompetent waste, deserved to die in the arena, he has nothing to recommend him except a body of stone.

And this uninvited challenger has won this challenge.

He will automatically become the champion and proceed to the next exciting battle, cheer, roar.

Ladies and gentlemen, let us welcome the new champion, Golden Man!"

The Grandmaster deliberately dragged out the sound, his voice was not loud but echoed throughout the arena, igniting the emotions of all the audience once again.

The cheers were earth-shattering.

Many people even started clapping in unison, loudly repeating the name of the Golden Man!

Obviously, they liked strong warriors, and the dead were meaningless to them.

Frieza coldly watched the Grandmaster finish his show, facing the strong light from the drones without any intention of dodging.

He just said in a calm tone, "So you are the so-called Grandmaster, I will give you one minute to submit to me, I can give you the high position of the Third Staff Officer of the Frieza Force, otherwise… die!"