Chapter 150: You Said You Wanted a Fistfight

Chapter 150: You Said You Wanted a Fistfight

Clearly, Thor, under Odin’s protection, hadn't experienced the harsh realities of the world. He still believed in fair and just combat, even thinking that once a move was countered, it shouldn't be used again.

Looking at Thor’s serious expression, Luk recalled the time he protected Arad Continent. In the arena, both fighters had agreed not to use colorless skills, but his opponent had cheated and killed him when he was down to a sliver of health.

Then he remembered a certain shooting game where he had diligently gathered resources, only to be killed by cheaters using wallhacks, health regeneration, and headshot hacks.

Later, Luk, adhering to the principle of "if you can't beat them, join them," used cheats to counter other cheaters. He went from a staunch "cheaters must die" advocate to a despised Rule Breaker, living a life free of moral constraints.

After all, without morals, one could live a very pleasant life! Reflecting on those days now, they truly were a nostalgic and carefree time.

Luk sighed, watching the big guy struggle under the onslaught of illusions, his wounds multiplying. Like a lion trapped by a pack of hyenas, Thor could only roar in frustration, powerless to fight back.

The Shape of Aken, a powerful magic that creates multiple clones, each capable of independent action and possessing all the abilities of the original, was a formidable spell.

However, Luk was still only at the beginner to proficient level with this magic. At this stage, it was more of a half-finished Marvel version of the Shadow Clone Jutsu, consuming a massive amount of mana and not particularly practical.

But with his high total mana, this flaw was negligible, making the Shape of Aken a decent skill.

Crimson lightning danced across the ground, Bosart’s Thunder shocking Thor into convulsions, and a barrage of spells engulfed him.

Boom!

Amid the light pollution of various spells, the thunder exploded outward. Thor, battered but resilient, broke through the encirclement, his sturdy frame allowing him to withstand the attacks without serious injury.

Mjolnir, the hammer of the thunder god, played a significant role. The runes on the hammer glowed, absorbing part of the magical attacks and subtly enhancing Thor’s power.

At this stage, before he had awakened his divine powers, Thor was more accurately called the God of Hammers. Without Mjolnir to channel his divine energy and control lightning, his strength was significantly diminished.

Luk’s eyes gleamed as he looked at the hammer. He wanted it.

Don’t misunderstand, he just wanted to study its craftsmanship!

"Wow, so strong! Are the mages of Midgard this powerful?"

"Really? This is magic? It’s different from Loki’s."

"I always thought magic was just about adding attributes to equipment and stabbing people!"

The audience on the platform was stunned. They had assumed magic was like Loki’s—creating illusions and using small, non-lethal spells. They hadn’t heard of such a variety.

All eyes turned to Loki, the first mage of the Nine Realms, leaning against a stone pillar.

Loki: (ˇ_ˇ:)



What are they looking at? He’s the injured one!

Do they understand the concept of vast potential and a bright future?

He’s still young; he might become amazing when he grows up. Or maybe he won’t even need to grow up, and one day he’ll suddenly become a powerhouse!

After shattering another illusion, Thor’s anger reached its peak. The sky darkened, and a massive bolt of lightning struck Mjolnir, enveloping him in a layer of electric light.

"Phew~"

Thor exhaled, his breath tinged with a flicker of lightning.

"Luk, didn’t you say you wanted a physical battle? Why keep using magic? Let’s have a man-to-man fight!"

The audience couldn’t help but cheer.

"Stop the fireworks! We want to see some real, physical combat!"

"Go, Thor, you’re the best!"

"Anything is better than those annoying clones! How about some sword swings or axe chops?"

"I support Mage Luk, but this is getting boring!"

It was understandable. While it sounded absurd for a mage to avoid using magic, for the Asgardians, who favored close combat, ranged magic was indeed boring!

Moreover, Thor was the future ruler of Asgard. Losing on his home turf would be a disgrace.

Luk glanced at the audience, where the All-Father sat expressionless, seemingly indifferent to the events below, as if his son wasn’t being pummeled.

This meant he could do whatever he wanted!

"Thor, are you sure you want a fistfight?"

Luk confirmed one last time.

"Of course!"

Thinking Luk had been persuaded, Thor swung his hammer, lightning crackling around him, a delighted smile on his face.

"Understood."

If anything goes wrong, he’ll blame it on the Ancient One!

Odin wouldn’t dare lay a hand on a mere youngster.

No longer suppressing his power, Luk’s feet burst with force, fine cracks spreading from his landing point, the magic-protected arena cracking under the sheer power.

The powerful recoil propelled his body forward at a blinding speed. Thor, caught off guard, saw only a blurred image of a rapidly approaching palm.

Boom!

With Thor’s head as the starting point, a deep crater formed in the ground. Luk grabbed Thor’s ankle and slammed him repeatedly into the ground, then threw him outward.

The Asgardians on the platform were dumbfounded. Was the magic combat of Midgard’s mages this powerful?

They looked at the ancient one, their faces filled with awe. If the young ones are this impressive, the old ones must be out of this world! Under that aged body, there must be the power to split the heavens with a single punch!

Thor, his head covered in blood, stopped mid-flight and reached out into the void. His hammer flew from the deep crater, and he struggled to lift his head, a twisted smile on his bloodstained face.

Thick, dark clouds in the sky unleashed another bolt of lightning. The runes on the front of Mjolnir glowed, as if recharging him. His body and eyes crackled with even more intense lightning, his aura surpassing its initial strength.

Luk shook his head at the sight. This was one of the reasons he preferred using a sword. In movies and shows, no matter how strong a character’s physical strength is, it's incredibly hard to kill anyone. The main characters are like indestructible cockroaches.

A punch that should have pierced through the body results in just a scratch, followed by a flashback, or even a speech about love and peace, and they’re back on their feet, stronger than ever!

But with a sword, it's different. Cut off the head, and unless the setting dictates otherwise, you can take down 99% of your enemies.

Thor swung Mjolnir, stabilizing himself in mid-air as if pressing down on Newton’s ashes. He wiped the blood from his face and asked in a deep voice, "Aren't you a mage? Why are you so strong?"

"False mages always rely on flashy spells. True mages always max out their physical strength and bash people with their staves!"

At most, he might cast a light spell to show he’s a mage.

Luk raised his fist and smiled, "Don't you like fighting this way?"

"Of course not, this is the best way!"

Thor's veins bulged, his battle spirit soaring. He swung Mjolnir, the hammer crackling with electricity, straight at Luk.

Luk didn’t dodge or evade; he chose to take the hit head-on. Today, he wanted to test Mjolnir's power!

The collision between fist and hammer produced a metallic clang, accompanied by the sound of bones cracking. Such injuries were trivial in the face of healing and reversal spells, and they continued to clash, exchanging hundreds of blows in a short time.

Bang!

After another collision, Thor took two steps back, his hammer spinning rapidly as he hurled it at Luk. Luk sidestepped, catching the handle out of curiosity.

Unexpectedly, a tremendous force pulled him down.

Damn!

Thor hadn’t even started, and Odin hadn’t placed any magic on the hammer. How could it be so heavy now?

Seizing this opportunity, Thor kicked Luk in the groin.

On the battlefield, attacking vital points is common. The risk is minimal, and the reward is great.

Luk immediately let go of Mjolnir, dodging Thor’s deadly kick, his face darkening.

"That’s not very fair, Thor."

"I believe efficiency is the art of battle!"

Where did he learn such a strict code of martial ethics, being so hard on others and lenient on himself?

Luk grinned, any thoughts of holding back vanishing. Golden light and overwhelming aura enveloped his body, a vast amount of spell power further enhancing his already formidable physique.

Since becoming a near-spell god, he hadn’t had the chance to test his full strength. His opponents were either overwhelmingly strong or weak.

Thor was a middle ground, destined to be terrifyingly powerful in the future, but currently a bit weak. His divine power hadn’t awakened, but it was still formidable. With Odin and the ancient one watching, there was no fear of things going wrong.

A powerful punch sent a massive wave of energy surging, black light radiating from his fist, looking invincible.

Thor’s instincts screamed in alarm, the latent divine power within him stirring. He subconsciously used it to reinforce his body, just enough to react. He reached out, and Mjolnir flew to intercept Luk’s punch.

Boom!!

The impact was like a magnitude twelve earthquake. With Luk’s fist and Mjolnir at the center, a terrifying energy wave unleashed a fierce wind, the earth groaning as it shattered into pieces, then turned to dust under the next wave.

The powerful aftershock made the sky above the arena wobble. The ancient one raised her hand slightly, and the space around them flipped upside down, like a mirror’s reflection. Loki, who had been panicking and trying to escape, found himself back at Odin’s side.

Odin sighed, looking at his pitiful adopted son, "Do you still want to compete?"

Loki shook his head vigorously, "No, I don’t."

The energy wave left Thor lying in the center of a massive crater, his eyes lifeless, Mjolnir lying dimly beside him. Luk stood firm in his place.

"Can it be? Thor lost?"

The Asgardians found it hard to accept. Thor had rarely lost since birth, and this one-on-one defeat was shocking.

"Wait, look up there, there’s still a chance!"

A spectator seemed to have noticed something, rallying from their despair as they pointed to the sky.

A fierce wind began to blow, and the clouds in the sky expanded rapidly. In a few breaths, a scene like the end of the world enveloped Asgard.

"These clouds have no end. When did Thor get so powerful?"

"I knew he wouldn’t lose!"

Thor, lying on the ground, watched the sky fill with clouds and swallowed hard.

This wasn’t his doing!

(End of Chapter)

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