All Gods: I Became a God by Loading Templates

On the sidelines, Thormo was eager to choose a weapon, his eyes scanning over a series of hammers, including two-handed warhammers, one-handed hammers, and sharp-edged heavy hammers, before finally selecting a one-handed hammer.

All they see is the hammer!

Although Thor decided to become the God of Thunder from today onwards, instead of the God of Hammer, it was a habit that had been wielding the hammer for thousands of years. When fighting, he always felt that something was missing if he didn't have the hammer in his hand.

That's right, it's missing a soul!

Thor doesn't like weapons like swords, spears, or halberds; they're not convenient to use. When he wants to go all out in battle, a hammer is much better.

The Red Queen's virtual image appeared beside Thor, informing him that he would have 50 consecutive battles with breaks in between, and also explaining the criteria for judging victory or defeat in the arena.

If someone is beaten to death on the spot, there's no doubt that a loss is inevitable.

Secondly, consider who is more seriously injured. If both are lying on the ground vomiting blood and unable to get up, the degree of disability resulting in the loss of an arm or leg will be used as the standard for determining the winner.

In the arena, it's either win or lose; there are no draws. At worst, the amount of blood vomited will be used as the standard, and whoever vomits more blood loses.

Furthermore, there is no such thing as surrendering in the arena. You may not be able to win, but you must never admit defeat. Even if you die, you should die on the way to the charge.

Moreover, once the match begins, it will not be paused in the middle, and will continue until one of the two sides goes down.

Thor nodded repeatedly upon hearing the humane rules. He liked them; they were simple, straightforward, and easy to understand.

The first match began with Thor holding his hammer in one hand, facing off against Tom Johnson, an elite Hydra warrior who had previously beaten Loki.

"when!"

With a ringing bell, Thor's arena journey began with his first match. He was on edge, his knuckles white from gripping the hammer handle tightly.

Thor did not underestimate Tom Johnson because he looked thin.

He had previously given his good-for-nothing brother a brutal beating, so how could he not know his brother's strength?

Tom Johnson glanced at the sky but did not immediately grab Thor's hammer.

He must follow the warrior's sense of honor and defeat Thor in a fair and square duel.

"Oh!"

A thunderclap appeared out of nowhere.

Tom Johnson stomped his feet repeatedly on the ground, lowered his body slightly, and accelerated at full speed from a standstill, rushing towards Thor like lightning.

He clenched his fists and swung them diagonally upwards, creating a powerful gust of wind as he accelerated.

A sudden gust of wind arose.

The surging wind of the punch tore through the ground, leaving crisscrossing cutting marks, and while messing up Thor's golden hair, a jab was aimed straight at Thor's neck.

With a single move, he unleashed a devastating and ruthless killing intent.

This is the kind of thing that's going to break your own neck.

Thor was on high alert, his eyes fixed on Tom Johnson's shoulder.

The moment it moved, it gripped the hammer in its hand and struck back.

But Tom Johnson's speed far exceeded his expectations, and it was impossible for him to catch up from behind. He changed his move midway and blocked, raising his hammer to block the path of the fist.

"Dang~~~"

A crisp sound rang out, the echo lingering long afterward!

Thor's massive body flew straight backward, falling dozens of meters like a cannonball, and crashed heavily against the stone wall at the edge of the field.

Pebbles flew everywhere, scattering dust in all directions.

"Oh oh oh————"

"Johnson! You're just as good!"

"Kill him! Smash his dog head!"

Loki: "..."

Thor shook his head and climbed out of the pit, thinking to himself that he was indeed a warrior who could beat Loki. Even though he was being careful, he still underestimated his opponent.

However, the audience's rhythm is off!

While it's true that athletes have extremely loyal fans in competitive sports, Tom Johnson's immense popularity is to be expected given his strong abilities.

But when he was hit, the screen was filled with cheers and applause; not a single person cheered for Thor.

This is not normal.

He is Odin's son and the future king of Asgard. Even though it's an away game, we can't just not cheer him on!

Without the support of his fans, Thor felt awkward and his fights lacked something.

So he raised his hammer, hoping to get some cheers and applause.

"..."

In an instant, the entire arena fell silent. Everyone stared at him as if he were an idiot, as if they wanted to cheer over a punching bag.

Thor reluctantly lowered his hammer, his face slightly flushed. He was so embarrassed that he felt ashamed.

He couldn't help but look at Loki in the stands with a hint of resentment.

Suddenly, a gust of wind from a punch struck.

Thor quickly tilted his head back and narrowly avoided the danger.

But the sharp force of the punch still managed to cut a bloody gash on Thor's bewildered cheek.

At the same time, a strand of golden hair fell from his ear. Thor swallowed hard. If he hadn't dodged in time, his eye would have been blown out by that punch, and he would have become a one-eyed man like Odin.

"Wait!" Thor raised his hand to stop him, looking at the flowing golden hair with heartache, pointing to the half-missing hair root, and said angrily, "By Odin, hair is the honor of the God of Thunder. You cannot touch it, or you will surely perish!"

"Can we make a deal? Don't touch my hair, okay?"

Tom Johnson remained silent, his face cold as he continued his attack, his fists clashing.

Cut off half of Thor's long golden hair on the other side.

It looks much better now.

"You bastard, you did this on purpose!"

Enraged, Thor abandoned all pretense of princely dignity and charged toward Tom Johnson, hammer in hand.

He accelerated by pushing off with his feet, locked onto Urd's shoulder, and swung the hammer in his hand at him.

How to use Thor's hammer!

It wasn't that he was careless and forgot he was holding an ordinary hammer; rather, he deliberately threw it, trying to force Tom Johnson to pause his offensive and then engage in close combat to gain the upper hand by taking advantage of his strength.

Although Thor's domestic affairs skills are at the level of destroying a country, his emotional intelligence has reached the point where he can't speak human language.

All they knew about fighting on the battlefield was the word "reckless".

But it's an undeniable fact that all his talent lies in fighting.

He could tell that Tom Johnson was an experienced fighter, skilled in speed and one-hit kills.

But when it comes to close combat experience, I have over a thousand years of experience.

In fact, this mortal in front of me is nothing compared to him.

"when!"

Tom John slapped the flying hammer away.

As Thor rushed in front of him, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Thor's few remaining strands of hair.

It plunged into the ground with a sudden force.

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“BOSS!” Natasha handed a stack of documents to Lin Bei, straightened her back and stood behind him, massaging his shoulders and back.

I don't quite understand. Our boss has only been gone for a few days, so why is he suddenly interested in Earth's superheroes and wants to look at their files?

Isn't it good to look at her?

That's not the point. The point is that after just a few days, her boss seems to have turned into a gentleman, completely unmoved by her flirtatious glances.

It wasn't like this before.

In the past, if she behaved even slightly improperly, she would be pulled into a corner and scolded, and then Yelena would be called over to warn her to learn from her mistakes and not make the same error.

The sudden change to a virtuous and upright persona made Natasha very uncomfortable and suspicious. Did she not appeal to her anymore?

Lin Bei took the document with shining eyes, ready to pick a superhero to mess with. If there was no superhero, a supervillain would do.

Before coming to Watlheim, Lin Bei had visited Kamar-Taj.

Strange's leveling journey is only halfway complete, and it's not the right time to immediately carry out the grand plan of the Lord of the Apocalypse to kill the Sorcerer Supreme.

Casillas and the king also met. Perhaps because of the promotion, the king looked even more prosperous in just a few days.

Despite his failure to advance, Kaecilius channeled his grief into motivation, dedicating himself to the study of dark magic.

The person became stronger, but also darker, showing signs of becoming an unlucky person.

However, these two are not the focus. Lin Bei's main target is still Strange, as the Sorcerer Supreme is taking on more and more roles.

He has to make decisions on every trivial matter himself; if it weren't for the group of underlings he would be exhausted to death.

We must act quickly.

Retirement planning must begin immediately.

Fortunately, Strange's learning speed was incredibly fast, so fast that it could be described as progressing by leaps and bounds, otherwise Lin Bei would have been waiting for a long time.

Strange is very enthusiastic about learning magic, which is directly related to his talent. A top student can easily master anything and his progress is visible to the naked eye.

The only thing that made Lin Bei uncomfortable was that Strange was very enthusiastic about magical items and seemed to be planning to take the item-based route.

In particular, he spends all day flipping through his private collection of books such as "An Introduction to Runes" and "An Introduction to Alchemy Tool Making".

Chapter 245

Fortunately, his vision was longer than Loki's. He didn't focus on any one prop, but accepted everything that came his way, carrying spears, clubs, axes, and hammers all over his body. When sparring with Wong, he often won by sheer quantity.

Props it is. Kamar-Taj is a large and wealthy place, capable of supporting a Sorcerer Supreme who spends a fortune on special effects.