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Chapter eight hundred and eighteen full of malice

The cheers in the sky above the arena were loud, and there were only a thousand people but the momentum was created by tens of thousands of people, which shows how popular Thor is.

This is indeed the case. After Thor's identity was exposed, the number one card in the arena changed hands, and Hela instantly lost her reputation.

The registration office was crowded with people, and there was a long queue. The Valkyries were very active and did not want to miss the opportunity in front of them.

That's Odinson, Odin's son!

Fifteen hundred years of resentment is no joke, weighing it down could kill Thor.

However, the time was limited, and despite the large number of applicants, Verdandi, who was in charge of the arena, could only select the first fifty lucky ones in order.

For a moment, there were loud boos at the registration desk. The Valkyrie who got the front row number was overjoyed. The unlucky guy who didn't get the chance yelled and cursed, saying that there was a shady story and that he would cause trouble.

Verdandi said that time is limited and Odin's son rarely comes here, so he cannot be exhausted all at once. In line with the principle of sustainable recycling, he will accept up to a hundred challenges a day.

The fifty times in the first half of the day were taken up by Hela, so the remaining number of challenges today can only be fifty times.

But don’t be disappointed. According to the order of registration, everyone will have a chance, on a first-come, first-served basis, it’s just a matter of morning and evening.

In short, there is nothing to do with them today, so save your energy to shout more later!

When the Valkyries heard this statement, although they felt angry, they could only accept the reality and returned to the auditorium with beer and snacks.

On the edge of the arena, Thor was gearing up to choose a weapon. He glanced at a series of hammers such as a two-handed war hammer, a one-handed hammer, and a sharp-edged hammer, and finally chose a one-handed hammer.

There is only a hammer in his eyes!

Although Thor decided to become the God of Thunder instead of the God of Hammers from today on, he has become accustomed to it. He has been swinging the hammer for thousands of years, and he always feels that something is missing when he doesn't hold the hammer in his hand when fighting.

That’s right, the soul is missing!

Weapons such as swords, spears, swords, and halberds were disdainful to Thor, and they were not easy to use. If he wanted to go all out in battle, a hammer would be better.

Next to him, a Valkyrie told Thor that there would be 50 consecutive battles, with rest periods in between, and also informed the arena of the criteria for judging victory and defeat.

He was beaten to death on the spot. There was nothing to say. If everyone was gone, it would definitely be a defeat.

Secondly, it depends on who is seriously injured. If both parties fall to the ground and vomit blood and cannot get up again, the degree of disability of missing arms and legs will be used as the criterion to determine the winner.

In the arena, you either lose or win. There is no tie. No matter how bad you are, the amount of blood vomited will be used as the criterion. Whoever vomits more blood loses.

In addition, there is no such thing as surrender in the arena. You may be defeated, but you must not take the initiative to admit defeat. Even if you die, you will die on the way to the charge.

Moreover, once the game starts, there will be no pause in the middle until one of the two sides falls.

Thor nodded repeatedly after hearing the humane rules. He liked these rules, they were simple, crude and clear at a glance.

The first game started with Thor holding a hammer in one hand, and the challenger was Urd from the Valkyrie Legion.

As a dog with authority, she grabbed the top spot right away. She didn't want to. As the leader of the legion, this kind of good deed should be given to the sisters first.

But Russell said that if you have ideas, you should not suppress them and express them boldly.

Urd felt that what Russell said made sense, and he had to listen to what he said, so he showed it openly.

Yes, she has wanted to beat Odin for a long time. Without Odin, Odin's son will do fine!

Boom!

The bell rang, and Thor's first game in the arena began. He was so nervous that his knuckles turned white from gripping the handle of the hammer tightly.

Thor did not look down upon Urd just because she was a waist-length blonde. His dream of becoming a Valkyrie when he was a child was true, because in Asgard, every Valkyrie is as strong as ten and a warrior.

The elite among.

Urd did not use modifiers, followed the warrior's sense of honor in his heart, and wanted to defeat Thor in an honest duel.

There was a loud thunder, Urd stepped on the ground with his feet, pressed his body slightly down, accelerated from a standstill to full speed, and rushed in front of Thor like lightning.

The long sword in his hand dragged the ground and slashed upward diagonally. Under the second acceleration, the sword edge suddenly set off a strong wind.

The turbulent air flow tore through the ground, leaving criss-crossing cutting marks. While Thor's blond hair was messed up, the deadly edge went straight towards his neck.

Once he takes action, it is a majestic murderous intention that leaves no room for mercy.

Thor was on high alert, his eyes locked on Urd's shoulder, and the moment he moved, he clenched the hammer in his hand to fight back.

But Urd's speed was far beyond his expectation, and it was impossible to strike first. He changed his attack to block midway, and raised his hammer to rest on the long sword's path.

Bang~~~

There was a crisp sound with lingering sounds!

Thor's strong body flew straight out, fell dozens of meters like a cannonball, and hit the stone wall on the sidelines hard.

The gravel splashed and dust flew in all directions.

"Oh oh oh----"

"Long live the Legion Commander!"

"Kill that beep to death and blow up his beep!!"

"Hit him, beat him!"

"..."

Thor shook his head and crawled out of the pit, secretly thinking that he was indeed the existence he had longed for in his childhood. Even though he was cautious, he still underestimated the other party.

It's just that the audience's rhythm is wrong!

Although in competitive matches, players have extremely high fan loyalty, it is only natural that Urd is so powerful and so popular.

But when he got hit, the whole screen was filled with cheers and applause, but no one cheered him up.

This is not normal.

He is the son of Odin and the future king of Asgard. Even if the Valkyrie Legion changes jobs, there will still be no cheers at all!

Without the support of fans, Thor felt dry and lacking something when fighting.

So he raised his arms and hammer, hoping to receive a wave of cheers and applause.

"..."

In an instant, the whole place fell silent, and everyone looked at him as if he was stupid.

Thor put down the hand holding the hammer angrily, his face flushed slightly, he was so embarrassed and a little ashamed.

"Uu uh uh——"

"Die, son of Odin!"

"What the hell, you beep, you will be torn into pieces by the legion chief!"

"..."

There were no cheers, applause, or boos, but there were as many beer bottles and household rubbish as you could get.

Snack bags, broken bones, he~tui, rotten eggs, bricks, underwear, boots, etc., rained down from the audience, making Thor turn pale with fright.

He held up the hammer to protect his head and ran away from the disaster area. The full malice from the Valkyrie Legion made him feel bad.

This is wrong!

Odin is the God King. As the son of the God King, shouldn't he be very popular?

Thor was a little confused. Suddenly, the sword wind came and opened a bloody gash on Thor's confused cheek.

A strand of blond hair fell from his ear, and Thor swallowed. If he moved it a little further, he would become one-eyed like Odin.

"Wait a moment!"

Thor raised his hand to stop. He looked at the flowing blond hair distressedly, pointed to the missing half of the hair root, and said angrily: "Odin, your hair is the honor of the God of Thunder. You can't touch it, otherwise you will definitely incur..."

The tone is a bit serious!

Thor thought that Urd was a strong man with the glory of a warrior, and it must have been an unintentional mistake, so he smiled kindly like a prince.

"Let's discuss it and don't touch my hair, okay?"

Whoosh!

Urd did not reply, but waved his hand with a cold face, and the sword wind swept through, cutting off half of Thor's long golden hair on the other side.

It's symmetrical, which makes it more pleasing to the eye.

"Asshole, you did it on purpose!"

Thor was so angry that he no longer cared about his image as a prince, and strode towards Urd with his hammer in hand.

He exerted force under his feet, continuously increased his speed, locked onto Urd's shoulder, and violently swung the hammer in his hand.

How to use Mjolnir!

It was not that he was careless and forgot that he was holding an ordinary hammer, but he threw it deliberately, trying to force Urd to raise his sword to block, and then use his strength advantage to gain the upper hand in a close fight.

Although Thor's internal affairs ability is at the level of destroying nations, his emotional intelligence reaches the point where he cannot speak human language, and he only knows the word "reckless" when fighting on the battlefield, it is an indisputable fact that his talents are all focused on fighting.

He could see that Urd was an experienced swordsman, good at speed and killing with one blow, so he made targeted arrangements to remove the most dangerous long sword first.

Ding!

Urd raised his long sword to resist the flying hammer. When Thor rushed in front of him, he suddenly reached out and grabbed it, pressed it on Thor's head, and rolled his body over it.

The moment they lost their bodies, Urd held out the long sword in his hand, swept down the sword continuously, weaved it into a web, and shaved off Thor's proud blond hair.

Warrior's Glory?

You may have!

But it's a different story with Odin's son.

"..."

With long golden hair falling all over the floor, Thor touched the pricked hand, and listening to the cheers and applause from the sidelines, he finally confirmed that his identity as the son of Odin was not easy to use here, and the Valkyrie Legion was targeting him.

He picked up the hammer on the ground, stepped forward, and swung it towards Urd.

I thought that with his long flowing hair gone, the opponent would no longer have any place to tease him, but I never thought that the long sword would only attack one part while flying.

Right eye!

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding————

Thor was left and right, and he blocked the sword points that stabbed his right eye one after another. He failed to block any of them, and was left with a bloody gash on his right cheek by the long sword.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Thor felt that Urd had sinister intentions and wanted to turn him into Odin the Second.


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