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Saul raised his axe again and stumbled toward Dago.

No doubt about it.

Dago delivered a powerful backhand punch to his abdomen.

Saul fell down again, but he got up once more.

again and again.

Even though half of his body was stained by the eternal fire, and his whole body smelled burnt.

Even with blurred consciousness, all that remained in his vision was a sea of ​​blood.

Thor was still standing, swaying.

He couldn't even hold onto the Stormbreaker, and it fell to the side.

But he still stood there unarmed, in a fighting stance.

Blood and foam kept spilling from his mouth, but he kept murmuring the names that were so important to him.

"For...Odin..."

"For...Frigga..."

"For... Jane..."

"For...Anthony..."

"For...Loki..."

Thor's consciousness was teetering on the brink of collapse, but he kept getting up and heading toward Dago.

His movements grew slower and slower, the light of the thunder grew weaker and weaker, but the flame in his eyes never went out.

All the audience members were deeply moved by Thor's tragic fighting spirit.

Even the bloodthirsty alien gamblers and the troublesome cosmic scum stopped their clamor at this moment.

They watched the man fall again and again in the lava and flames, only to rise again and again.

A sense of awe inexplicably arose in my heart.

"Are Asgardians all this resilient? Their physical abilities are simply outrageous."

"I bet 100,000 credits on him losing in an upset, but now I hope he wins," a gambler said, his eyes reddening.

"The son of Odin is indeed worthy of the name."

"Why? Why won't he give up?"

"I've only ever seen this kind of terrifying willpower in the Space Marines of the Warhammer Empire. But he's risking his life for a lowly planet."

"Today we have truly witnessed the glory of Asgard. Even in defeat, he is still honorable."

On Earth, Thor's tragic story touched the hearts of billions of people.

Sadness, sympathy, admiration, anger.

Countless complex emotions are intertwined in the hearts of people around the world.

These emotions transformed into an invisible torrent of popularity, constantly surging into Azu's system panel.

At this moment, Ah Zu was in the act of being a drama queen.

His eyes were slightly red and his lips were tightly pressed together, as if he were enduring great inner torment.

He perfectly portrayed the image of a leader who was heartbroken for his comrades but had to endure the pain of standing by for the sake of the greater good.

But in reality, he was silently giving instructions to Dago.

"Well done, D'Ago! Your lines were good, very complete. The only downside is that the emotion wasn't quite there; keep that in mind."

"Next, control the intensity, don't kill him. Drag it out a little longer, and squeeze the audience's emotions out a bit more."

Dago received the instructions and understood perfectly.

What followed was another one-sided massacre.

He kept hitting Saul with his fists, knees, and elbows.

Finally, Dago's powerful punch, imbued with the Omega effect, landed squarely on Saul's temple.

Thor rolled around a few times before finally lying on the ground, motionless.

Ten seconds passed.

Thor did not get up again.

"Hmph, what a boring game."

Dago sneered, turned around, his back to Saul, and prepared to leave the arena.

The Grandmaster's holographic projection immediately appeared in the air, ready to announce the results of the match.

"Ladies and gentlemen! It looks like the game is over!" He said with a hint of lingering satisfaction.

"It was a brutal battle, and the Thunder God of Asgard displayed astonishing perseverance. But unfortunately, he was not favored by fate."

"Now, I declare the winner of this duel to be—"

Before he could finish speaking, the Celestial Venerable suddenly widened his eyes, as if he had seen a ghost, and cried out in alarm.

"Oh my god... wait! Look!"

The audience erupted in an incredulous gasp.

It turns out that Thor, who had been lying in a pool of blood and was about to be eliminated, stood up again.

However, Thor's condition was completely different at this moment.

He lowered his head, the ends of his golden hair being gently lifted by an invisible force, drifting slowly in the air.

The air around him seemed to freeze, eerily quiet.

A thin layer of lightning flowed silently along his skin.

There was no violent sound, only a tranquil stillness.

Even more strangely, the eternal fire that was attached to him went out silently.

Thor slowly raised his head.

His eyes, which were originally bloodshot, were now completely white, without any other color.

There was no anger, no joy, and not a trace of impure thought in those eyes.

A serious expression finally appeared on Dago's face.

He could not sense any killing intent or fighting spirit from this man.

But in Dago's perception, the man's level of threat was increasing exponentially.

Dago put away all his contempt.

He exerted force with both legs and appeared in front of Thor as if by teleportation.

His arm swung down like a battle axe, aiming straight for Thor's head.

Thor didn't even look at it.

His body didn't even make any preparatory movements; he simply took a half step to the left very naturally.

Dago's arm slammed down on Thor's shoulder, shattering the rocks below.

Did you miss?

Dago frowned.

He immediately changed tactics, his left fist, imbued with red energy, slamming into Thor's abdomen.

Thor's body drifted backward a meter like a willow catkin.

In that short span of a meter, Dago's fist stopped precisely at the edge of Saul's clothing around his abdomen.

All attacks missed.

The next second, Thor retaliated.

There was no build-up of power, nor any fancy moves.

Saul's right fist flew in a perfect arc from bottom to top, striking Dago squarely in the chin.

boom!

A muffled thud.

Dago's massive body was sent flying by the punch, his feet leaving the ground.

In mid-air, Dago forcibly twisted his body to land, but he staggered and felt a slight pain in his jaw.

The power of that punch surprised Dago.

This is 100% power transfer; not a single bit of kinetic energy is wasted in the air.

Every muscle and every bone in Thor's body worked together perfectly in that instant.

Thor did not pursue them at this moment.

He remained standing quietly in place, his silvery-white eyes staring blankly at Dago not far away.

His movements were fluid and unrestrained, his fists wielded with utmost skill.

Dago was furious; the dignity of the new god could not be trampled upon.

He shouldn't have these emotions since he's been assimilated.

He let out a roar and attacked Thor with both fists like a storm.

However, Thor seemed to be able to predict the future.

He strolled leisurely through the shadows of Dago's fists.

Despite Dago's continuous attacks, not a single one of them managed to touch Thor's body.

While Dago was attacking, Thor made his move.