MARVEL: SILVER SUPERMAN OF ASGARD

Drax the Destroyer's body was sent sprawling by the powerful force of the alien creature's attack. He rolled several times across the arena floor before managing to regain his footing. This time, Drax had been caught off guard. He had underestimated the alien creature, assuming its attacks were limited to its massive size and brute strength. He hadn't accounted for the cunning and adaptability of the parasite controlling it.

On the other side, the alien creature, with the help of its parasite, managed to right itself. The parasite within Drax spoke up, its voice echoing in his mind. "You need to be careful. Just because this alien creature is stupid doesn't mean its parasite is. If we want to kill them, it's going to take some effort. Don't get careless, or we'll be in serious trouble."

But Drax, ever confident in his own strength, brushed off the warning. "Don't worry. There's no way we're losing this."

Drax stood up, dusting himself off as if the fall had been nothing. Meanwhile, the alien creature, with the assistance of its parasite, pulled the two knives Drax had embedded into its body. The creature roared in pain, but the wounds were not fatal. The parasite quickly went to work, its black, liquid-like substance filling the gashes and accelerating the healing process at an incredible rate. Within moments, the injuries were sealed, and the alien creature was ready to fight again.

Rhodes, watching from the VIP box, smirked. "Impressive. These parasites are fascinating."

Drax, seeing his opponent heal so quickly, knew he couldn't afford to wait. With a roar, he charged at the alien creature, his fists clenched and ready to strike. Just as the two were about to collide, their respective parasites intervened. Black tendrils of liquid erupted from both hosts, clashing in mid-air before Drax and the alien creature could even touch each other.

The parasites, though technically of the same species, were locked in a brutal battle for survival. They lashed out at each other with their tendrils, each strike aimed at the other's core. For parasites, the core was their lifeline—destroy it, and the parasite would die. This was a fight to the death, not just for the hosts but for the parasites as well.

The crowd in the arena erupted in cheers. This was the kind of brutal, no-holds-barred combat they lived for. "This is what we came to see! Tear each other apart!"

Drax's parasite communicated with him urgently. "I'll focus on attacking the other parasite. You need to kill the host as quickly as possible. Once the host is dead, the parasite will be vulnerable."

Drax nodded, understanding the plan. He knew the alien creature's parasite was likely giving its host similar instructions, but Drax was confident in his strength and durability. He roared again, his fists slamming into the alien creature's face with bone-crushing force. The creature retaliated with its sharp fangs and claws, but Drax didn't bother to dodge. His skin, already incredibly tough, had been enhanced a hundredfold by the parasite. The alien creature's attacks barely left a mark.

The creature's horn slammed into Drax's chest, but it only left a faint white scratch. Drax grinned, unfazed. "Is that all you've got?"

The alien creature and its parasite were visibly shaken. Drax's defenses were nearly impenetrable. Even with the parasite's enhancements, the creature couldn't break through.

Seizing the opportunity, Drax's parasite launched a counterattack. Its black tendrils transformed into sharp spears, stabbing into the alien creature's back. The attack wasn't aimed at the host but at the parasite controlling it. The alien creature and its parasite screamed in unison as the parasite's core was struck. The black substance covering the creature's body began to destabilize, showing signs of collapse.

"Now, Drax! Finish it!" Drax's parasite urged.

Drax didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed the alien creature's massive jaws and, with a roar, pried them apart. The creature's mouth, now stretched to its limit, let out a guttural scream. With a sickening crack, Drax tore the creature's jaw apart, rendering it useless.

The alien creature thrashed wildly, but Drax didn't let up. He pummeled its head with his fists, each blow landing with devastating force. Blood of various colors—yellow, blue, and green—splattered across the arena as Drax reduced the creature's head to a pulpy mess. The crowd roared in approval, their cheers growing louder with each strike.

Finally, the alien creature collapsed, lifeless. Its parasite, now severely weakened, attempted to retreat, but Drax's parasite was ready. It surged forward, its black tendrils forming a massive maw that engulfed the defeated parasite. In moments, it was consumed, absorbed by Drax's parasite to strengthen itself.

The crowd erupted in a frenzy. "Drax! Drax! Drax!" they chanted, their voices echoing throughout the arena.

Drax raised his arms in triumph, basking in the adulation. Though he despised being a prisoner and a tool for the Grandmaster's entertainment, the thrill of victory was intoxicating. The collar around his neck, however, served as a grim reminder of his captivity. He was still a prisoner, and any misstep could result in his death.

The Grandmaster's subordinates approached, leading Drax back to his cell. Though he was frustrated, Drax knew better than to resist. For now, he would bide his time.

Drax was taken to a new cell, far more luxurious than his previous one. As a gladiator who had proven his worth, he was granted better living conditions. The cell was larger, with proper bedding, food, and even some amenities. It was a small reward for his victory, but it was enough to keep him compliant—for now.

Back in the VIP box, the Grandmaster turned to Rhodes and Hela with a smile. "Lord Rhodes, if you're interested, I can arrange more parasite fights for your entertainment. What do you say?"

Rhodes leaned back in his seat, his expression calm. "Why not? We have time. Let's see a few more matches."

The Grandmaster clapped his hands, summoning his subordinates. "Arrange for the most powerful parasite fighters to compete in the next few matches. Make it exciting."

One of the subordinates hesitated. "Grandmaster, we usually only hold one parasite fight per day. If we do too many, the audience might—"

The Grandmaster's expression darkened. "Do as I say. We have important guests today. Make it happen."