Broly vs Gods

Thor's hammer was already suspended above his head, ready to descend with devastating force.

Broly remained motionless, his gaze fixed and his stance firm, indifferent to the imminent danger about to befall him.

This caused the hearts of everyone present, both humans and members of the chat group, to stop for a moment.

Bloody Habanera: "!"

Bloody Habanera: "What the hell?! That thing is about to fall on him! And why isn't Broly moving?! IT'S SUICIDE!!"

The Strongest Man on Earth: "THIS IS A DISASTER! A COMPLETE DISASTER! What do we do now? Is he really going to be turned into mush right before our eyes?"

The Witch of a Thousand Faces: "Ha, arrogance has its price. Looks like we're about to witness the first death in this group. How ironic."

Not the School Flower: "You guys… Tch, forget what you're thinking. Just watch and see."

Chu Mengxi watched the entire scene silently.

Although she didn't know much about Dragon Ball.

She didn't know much about this… but if Saiyans were capable of destroying planets, entire galaxies, even universes… Did they really think that hammer could do anything to Broly?

She was the only one in the group who had any idea of what was about to happen.

She had done some research on Broly, the Legendary Super Saiyan, and although she didn't have all the details, she knew one thing: he wasn't someone who could be defeated so easily.

The others, including Brynhildr, were completely in the dark. They didn't understand the magnitude of the power Broly represented.

As she observed the situation in the arena, Brynhildr's pupils slightly contracted.

"ONEE-SAMA!"

Göll's desperate voice rang out from her side. Why isn't he moving? What if he gets hit? He has nothing to protect himself with!

"..."

Brynhildr didn't respond immediately. Her expression remained serene, as if nothing could disturb her calm.

However, her eyes were always fixed on the arena.

In the center of the arena, under the gaze of thousands of spectators holding their breath, Broly slowly raised his left hand.

BOOM

A loud crash shook the coliseum.

Shockwaves caused the wind to whip through the arena, lifting the green pelt around Broly's waist, and thick smoke spread across the area.

When the smoke finally cleared, a deathly silence fell over the audience.

"..."

Broly stood still, his expression unchanged.

In his left hand, he held the colossal hammer Mjölnir with apparent ease, stopping Thor's attack as if it were mere child's play.

The audience was paralyzed. Even the gods, who knew the devastating power of Mjölnir, couldn't believe what they were seeing.

Thor, standing in front of Broly, watched the scene with an expression of disbelief that didn't match his usual imposing calm. This was the weapon that had torn apart giants and exterminated divine enemies.

And now… it had been stopped.

Broly tilted his head, looking at the hammer with disappointment.

"Weak… too weak. Is this all the gods of this universe have to offer?" he murmured disdainfully, his deep voice echoing throughout the coliseum.

Thor's jaw tightened, and for a brief moment, his expression revealed something that had never been seen before: horror.

Then, the unthinkable happened.

With a slight squeeze, Broly closed his hand around Mjölnir.

"Crack!"

A shattering sound reverberated in the air.

The divine surface of the hammer, indestructible by any known standard, began to crack.

In an instant, Mjölnir exploded into a thousand pieces, releasing a wave of energy that sent Thor flying dozens of meters backward.

The god of thunder crashed into the ground, sliding across the arena, but before he could recover, Broly was already upon him.

Broly slightly bent his legs and, with a leap, destroyed the ground forged from divine material as he lunged toward his enemy.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Thor.

With a calmness that contradicted the violence of his actions, he raised a finger.

Boom

The impact was immediate. Thor's body shot through the air like a bullet, his skin beginning to turn red from the speed and heat generated.

The audience watched in astonishment as Thor hurtled toward the barrier surrounding the arena. However, he didn't make it.

"Bang!"

Thor exploded mid-air like a balloon, a rain of blood covering the surrounding area.

The blood splattered on the closest gods, but none of them reacted. None moved.

All wore the same expression:

Disbelief.

"..."

After a moment of sepulchral silence, screams erupted throughout the coliseum.

"BROLY! BROLY! BROLY!"

The humans present, euphoric over the impossible triumph, chanted his name like a hymn. At the same time, the gods roared, not with celebration, but with indignation and fury.

"IMPOSSIBLE! This is cheating! Heimdall, check this immediately! There's no way a human could kill a god!"

In the stands, Göll froze, her face pale from the shock.

Brynhildr, always stoic, couldn't stop her eyes from filling with surprise.

It was hard to believe what she had just witnessed.

Bloody Habanera: "!"

The Strongest Man on Earth: "!"

The Witch of a Thousand Faces: "!"

Not the School Flower: "Haha, I told you! Broly is a monster. This is too epic! Typical plot!"

The Witch of a Thousand Faces: "I'm stunned… I didn't think Broly was so… savage. That speed is faster than any bullet!"

Bloody Habanera: "If it weren't for the live broadcast, I wouldn't believe it…"

The Witch of a Thousand Faces: "I think I'm blushing…"

The Strongest Man on Earth: "You? Blushing? This is even weirder than Broly."

The Witch of a Thousand Faces: "Haha."

Bloody Habanera: "I bow to his power… Broly is incredible."

In the center of the arena, Heimdall cautiously stepped toward Broly, determined to inspect any possible trick.

Though Broly was shirtless, wearing only torn pants and a pelt around his waist, the gods needed to confirm if anything was hidden.

However, before Heimdall could get closer, Broly slowly turned his head, his dark eyes locking onto astonished emerald ones.

"Brynhildr!" he called out in a deep voice, thundering through the coliseum.

All eyes turned to her as Broly continued, "I told you, if these gods are as weak as they seem, I'll give you a Ragnarok. All you have to do is nod, and I'll take care of all these weaklings…"

Time seemed to freeze.

Even Brynhildr was stunned, and Göll stood slack-jawed, unable to process what she had just heard.

On the highest platform, where the leading gods sat, Zeus and Odin exchanged glances.

Odin's eyes burned with fury, and his normally calm posture became rigid.

The black raven on his shoulder, Hugin, let out a piercing cry.

"Impossible rebellion! Blasphemy! This insolent human must be executed!"

Munin followed, with an equally furious caw:

"Execute! Execute! Execute this damned human!"

Anger consumed the gods. Broly's words were a direct challenge to their authority, and mentioning Ragnarok, the end of the gods, was an absolute taboo.

Rage overtook them instantly.

The shouting continued, turning the coliseum into a deafening chaos.

Any ordinary human would have succumbed to the overwhelming divine presence, their legs trembling and will broken.

But Broly was no ordinary human. He had killed a god in seconds and remained unmoved, his gaze fixed on Brynhildr, waiting for her response.

Brynhildr, after overcoming the initial shock, did the unthinkable: she nodded.

Upon receiving the answer he had been waiting for, Broly's smile curved into something wild, almost terrifying.

"Heimdall, the blood sacrifice starts with you. I'll bring Ragnarok!"

With a roar that shook the arena, he clenched his fists, and his body began to radiate an intense white aura that shot into the sky. His muscles swelled, and the pressure of his energy grew exponentially.

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