Starting as a Class Five Mutant

Chapter 351: Chapter 351



As the white-clad figure floated in midair above the arena, the spectators were struck dumb. Who was this?

He could fly?

When had he arrived, and what did he want with the gladiator arena?

These questions swirled through the minds of everyone present, including the Grandmaster and Valkyrie, watching from her ship.

Even Loki, standing near the Grandmaster, appeared visibly shaken, mumbling to himself, "I need to get off this planet as soon as possible. This is terrifying."

The Grandmaster noticed Loki's unease and frowned in confusion. "Leave? Why? What's so terrifying? Do you know this person?"

While the Grandmaster and countless spectators remained perplexed, Thor, lying on the ground in the center of the arena, suddenly lit up with joy.

"Brother!" he exclaimed, his voice echoing across the arena.

The revelation stunned the crowd-this was Thor's brother?

From the ship's deck, Valkyrie raised an eyebrow, staring at the white-clad figure.

"So, this is the brother Thor kept going on about?" she muttered.

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Her expression turned dismissive. If this so-called "brother" was capable of saving Thor, wouldn't someone have toppled the Grandmaster's rule over Sakaar long ago?

Maybe a whole army could manage it—but one man? Not a chance.

In the arena, Ares raised an eyebrow at Thor's exclamation.

"Brother?" he repeated, surprised. "I didn't think your brother would actually show up."

He sneered, his tone dripping with condescension. "But flying isn't enough to beat me and save you. Even if he gets past me, the Grandmaster won't be so easy to deal with."

Thor, however, didn't seem disheartened. Instead, he grinned, his excitement plain. "You don't understand. My brother isn't someone you can imagine!"

"Oh?" Ares smirked but said no more.

Up in the audience, the Grandmaster finally pieced it together. His eyes sparkled with intrigue as he recognized the figure floating above.

"Ah, the little light god?" he mused.

"Maybe he's a promising champion candidate. At the very least, the flying alone makes for good entertainment!"

The Grandmaster's mind raced with possibilities, already envisioning ways to recruit this newcomer as a gladiator.

Meanwhile, Loki's legs wobbled, and he began plotting his escape.

Back in the arena, Syd was descending slowly toward the ground when Ares, unable to resist, tightened his grip on his sword.

When Syd was just five or six meters above the ground, Ares made his move.

With a powerful leap, he hurled his sword at Syd, the blade streaking toward its target with deadly speed.

The audience collectively held their breath, certain that the blade would pierce through its target.

Even Valkyrie, watching from her ship, believed the newcomer would at least be injured, though perhaps not severely.

But then, something extraordinary happened.

The sword struck Syd squarely- and stopped.

Clang!

The blade bent against Syd's body as though it had struck an unyielding wall of steel, before clattering to the ground, utterly ineffective.

The arena fell silent.

Everyone, from the Grandmaster to Valkyrie to the spectators, stared in disbelief at the white-clad figure, unscathed despite taking a direct hit.

"Impossible..." Ares muttered, his voice trembling.

The crowd watched as Syd remained calm, unfazed, floating as though nothing had happened. Thor's grin widened. "Yes!"

But Ares refused to accept it. With a roar, he flung his shield next, the spinning silver disk hurtling toward Syd.

This time, Syd didn't even glance at the incoming attack. With a casual gesture, he unleashed a burst of crimson chaos magic.

The shield disintegrated mid-air, reduced to nothing in an instant.

The arena fell into stunned silence once more.

The shield... was gone?

The Grandmaster leaned forward, his interest piqued, while Valkyrie froze, her drink halfway

to her lips.

Syd, growing bored with Ares, decided to end the spectacle.

With a wave of his hand, glowing red energy enveloped Ares, sending the massive warrior hurtling toward the arena's wall.

Boom!

Ares crashed into the wall with such force that it collapsed, leaving a crater in the shape of his

body.

He hung there, barely conscious, his face a mixture of pain and disbelief.

What kind of power was this?

With just a wave of his hand, Syd had inflicted devastating damage. Ares felt utterly powerless, as though he were nothing more than a fly swatted aside.

Even more terrifying was the realization that Syd likely hadn't used his full strength.

Ares shuddered at the thought, his voice trembling. "You're... Thor's brother?"

Barely able to move, he stared blankly at Syd, his mind unable to process what had just

happened.

(End of Chapter)

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