Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

The clever boy Loki raised his hands high.

With his ten fingers spread out and palms facing outward, the scepter was no longer in his hand, and his pitiful confidence vanished without a trace.

His neck was hunched, and a rather obedient smile appeared on his face beneath the horned helmet. His green eyes were full of sincerity, unreserved shrewdness, the kind of shrewdness that comes with the god of mischief.

"Is it too late for me to surrender now?"

His voice was soft, even carrying a hint of flattery, a stark contrast to the arrogant deity he had just been.

The square fell silent for a moment.

Spider-Man's white eyelids magnified slightly. He tilted his head to look at the baby frog beside him, then at Captain America, and finally back at Loki, his tone filled with confusion: "Uh... surrendering already? I was just thinking about that."

"There's no need to reason with criminals; we're all in this together."

Natasha lowered the safety on the machine gun inside the aircraft, but her finger did not leave the trigger.

She had seen too many surrenders, and too many fake surrenders, especially from this Asgardian.

She narrowed her eyes, but focused her attention on Shen Jue.

This was the second time she had seen Shen Jue.

But upon seeing Shen Jue's back, for some reason, she felt an urge to worship him.

Steve didn't relax. He tilted his shield slightly to the side, placing it in front of Banner, his gaze steady yet vigilant.

He saw Loki in the Stuttgart square, facing a group of terrified civilians, his face filled with condescending arrogance.

The swift surrender came so quickly that Steve could hardly believe it.

But Loki didn't care whether they believed him or not.

His entire attention was on Shen Jue.

Shen Jue brought him a sense of oppression he had never experienced before.

Odin's gaze is thunder, a prison, and the condescending, unquestionable judgment of a father over his youngest son.

The oppressive feeling came from Odin's status, his power, and the Gungnir in his hand.

But deep down, Loki always knew that Odin wouldn't really kill him.

Because he was an adopted son, because Frigga loved him, because Loki was Odin's son whom he raised himself, even if she was utterly disappointed, there was still a bottom line.

But Shen Jue is different.

The sense of oppression Loki felt from Shen Jue far surpassed that of Odin, the king of Asgard.

He is far superior to his cheap old man.

Therefore, knowing when to back down is a basic skill for Loki, the cunning god and the greatest sorcerer of the Nine Realms.

Despite having the blood of the Frost Giants, Loki was not as stubborn as his kind.

"Wow," the chubby guy said in that strange, translated accent, while scratching his smooth head.

"He surrendered. How boring. I thought we were going to have a fight."

"Maybe he's lying," Niu Lai said in a low voice, remaining motionless in his fixed posture.

"Hahaha!" The baby frog suddenly burst into laughter, clutching its belly. "If it were Father who made the move."

"It's understandable that the criminal surrendered!"

Shen Jue held the Scepter of the Mind, his fingers long and slender, his posture as casual as if he were holding a ballpoint pen.

The scepter glowed quietly in his hand, as docile as a pet.

"Surrender?" Shen Jue finally spoke, her voice soft and her tone steady.

"Those stinky Asgardians from out of town are so rude."

"This is utterly ridiculous."

Loki's eyelashes trembled; he had a bad feeling.

"Your father Odin never surrenders, does he?" Shen Jue tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over Loki's armor, then over the kneeling crowd in the square, and finally back to Loki's face, his smile deepening.

"What a completely different son he is."

"No wonder Odin favors his foolish son more."

Loki opened his mouth, wanting to retort to Shen Jue, but the damn oppressive feeling forced him to force a smile.

"Unknown deity, I had no choice."

"I can tell you're no ordinary person."

"Please forgive the rudeness of an Asgardian prince, Your Excellency."

Loki performed an ancient Asgardian ritual, but he kept Shen Jue's words buried deep in his heart.

Shen Jue nodded, indicating his acceptance of Loki's surrender.

"Surrender is acceptable." Shen Jue's voice remained gentle, like a forgiving elder pardoning a junior's misbehavior.

"But if you do something wrong, you must be punished; that's the rule."

Loki's smile froze for a moment, but he quickly recovered and adopted a humble posture, as if he were listening attentively.

The greatest skill of the number one mage in the Nine Realms is to assess the situation. Since there is no chance of winning by going head-to-head, he will first go along with the other party's wishes and then find an opportunity to escape.

The inherent pride of the Asgardians made it impossible for him to truly submit, but in terms of appearances, Loki was better than anyone else.

Shen Jue raised his right hand, his slender fingers gently rubbing together in the moonlight.

A crisp snap.

Behind Spider-Man, three yellow figures moved simultaneously.

With a chubby,憨厚 smile on his face, he pushed off with his strong legs, sending a small patch of rubble flying as he shot like a cannonball toward Loki's left.

The bull silently stepped forward, blocking Loki's right escape route.

The frog was the last to move; it slowly walked towards Loki directly in front of him.

Three yellow humanoid creatures surrounded Loki in the center.

Loki looked around and his lips twitched.

His height wasn't at a disadvantage among the three, but his chubby body was almost twice as wide. Niu Lai's muscles gleamed with a golden luster under the moonlight, and the baby frog had a strangely unsettling feeling.

But the baby frog's appearance is just too cute.

"As long as you can defeat the three of them using Asgardian fighting skills and physique," Shen Jue's voice came from outside the encirclement.

"You can leave now."

Loki's eyes lit up.

What are the fighting skills and physique of the Asgardians?

These words were like a key, precisely locking the lock in Loki's heart.

He, Loki Laufeson, the rightful heir of Jotunheim and the prince of Asgard, may not be known for his strength, but his divine physique is undeniable.

Over a thousand years of training, over a thousand years of combat instincts—even if they can't compare to Thor's muscle-headed brain, they're definitely not something three... three yellow humanoid creatures can match.

Moreover, Shen Jue was referring to "fighting skills and physique".

This means that illusions can be used.

Indeed, in Loki's understanding, illusion is also a type of fighting technique in Asgard.

Loki's lips curled into an almost uncontrollable smile.

He stretched his shoulders, and the golden armor made a soft metallic scraping sound in the moonlight.

"Alright." Loki's voice regained the pride and composure befitting a prince of Asgard.

It's a deal.

However, before he could complete the first casting action, a golden afterimage appeared in front of him.

Niu Lai had already sneaked in, getting so close that he was almost touching Loki's nose.

Loki's pupils contracted sharply as he saw the bull's fist.

The fist wasn't large, but it came crashing down with a whooshing sound, its speed even exceeding Loki's reaction speed as an Asgardian god.

"Bang!"

The fist slammed solidly into Loki's face.

Loki's face was deformed by the impact.

A crisp cracking sound came from the bridge of his nose, his left cheek caved in for a moment, and saliva and blood splattered from the corner of his mouth at the same time.

His body was like a broken stick, his feet off the ground, and he flew backward several meters before crashing heavily onto the granite ground, sliding another meter before coming to a stop.

At that moment, Loki had only one thought in his mind: Where is he? What is he doing? Where is he going?