Marvel: Rise of the Ultimate AI-Chapter 82: The Sword of Vishanti

Gene, however, remained calm.

"Good. Let's go."

With Kamar-Taj's battle magic flowing through him, he prepared to engage Ronan once more.

But this time, things were different.

Ronan swung his Universal Weapon downward, and the sheer energy it carried distorted space itself.

The two golden magic shields in Gene's hands moved instinctively, following the defensive patterns he had used before—redirect, disperse, neutralize.

But—

Something went wrong.

The energy shock from the Universal Weapon did not simply deliver physical force—it sent violent waves of power through the air.

Instead of nullifying the attack, Gene was thrown backward.

His boots—crafted from specialized materials—scraped across the ground, leaving behind a trail of burning sparks.

A flashing notification appeared in his neural network:

[Armor Damage Level: 10%]

Nanobots immediately began repairing the damage, sealing the cracks in his suit.

Ronan watched with narrowed eyes.

"You are strong, Earth warrior."

His voice no longer carried mockery.

For the first time, Ronan acknowledged Gene as a worthy opponent.

"But you have made a grave mistake." His eyes burned with conviction. "You dared to challenge Ronan—the invincible Accuser of the Kree Empire!"

The warhammer in his grasp began to glow.

A deep purple radiance surged from its core, expanding outward in a storm of raw power.

The energy filled the entire

Alarms blared. The vessel groaned as Ronan's unleashed command bridge of the Dark Aster, warping the very fabric of space.

The metal walls began to melt.

The energy's sheer force pierced through the entire control room, creating rifts that destabilized the warship itself.

The Dark Aster trembled.

power wreaked havoc on its systems.

The Kree warlord's face was set in stone.

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"And your greatest mistake of all…" Ronan raised his warhammer high.

The purple energy flared violently, bathing the battlefield in an eerie, blinding glow.

"…was thinking you could defeat me."

With unstoppable force, Ronan swung the warhammer down.

BOOM!

A wave of unimaginable destruction crashed into Gene, engulfing him in a sea of pure purple annihilation.

The metal beneath him dissolved instantly.

Even the high-strength Kree alloys that made up the bridge's structure melted away, reduced to molten slag.

The shockwave rippled through the ship, shaking it to its core.

Ronan clenched his fists, his expression unreadable.

Even he felt fear in that moment—because even he wasn't sure if he could have survived such an attack.

As the energy faded, Ronan narrowed his eyes, scanning the battlefield.

Slowly, the dust settled.

And then—

A figure emerged.

Gene stood in mid-air.

No—he floated.

Because the ground beneath him no longer existed.

Dim golden light shimmered around him. His armor—completely intact.

Or rather—already restored.

The nanobots had already repaired any damage before Ronan's attack had even finished.

"Impossible."

Ronan's voice was low, almost shaken.

His warhammer had unleashed its full power.

And yet—Gene was still standing.

Gene's expression remained impassive.

"Is that all you've got?"

His arms crossed in front of him.

A golden short sword materialized in his grasp.

Though the blade was not long, it radiated an unmistakable presence.

The moment it appeared—the air shifted.

A holy aura swept across the battlefield.

It was sharp.

It was absolute.

It was divine.

This was no ordinary blade.

This was the Sword of Vishanti.

One of the greatest relics of Kamar-Taj.

Forged from the power of the Vishanti—the legendary trinity of ancient gods who were among the oldest and most powerful beings to have ever existed.

The might of the Vishanti could rival even the cosmic deities of the universe.

Gene had forcibly drawn energy from their dimensional realm—wielding forbidden magic to summon this Excalibur of the Mystic Arts.

Even though the Vishanti rarely cared about such minor intrusions, Gene was always careful when borrowing their power.

Because power was dangerous.

And power that was not one's own could lead to ruin.

Ronan's grip on his warhammer tightened.

His confidence wavered for the briefest of moments.

But then—he banished the thought.

Ridiculous.

Him? Afraid of an Earthling?

He nearly laughed at himself.

"Nonsense."

Ronan—the invincible warlord of the Kree Empire—had never feared anyone.

And he would not start now.

Gene, meanwhile, took a single step forward.

His movements were calm. Controlled.

And yet, in that moment—it was Ronan who felt pressured.

"RAAAAH!"

With a mighty battle cry, Ronan lunged forward.

His warhammer swung upward with a force that could shatter mountains.

His overwhelming strength, combined with the Universal Weapon's space-warping energy, made this strike unavoidable.

This was why so many interstellar warriors had fallen before him in a single move.

The Universal Weapon surged forward—

Straight toward Gene.

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