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Silence reigned! The arena was completely silent, as if it were filled with the dead.

Clap clap clap, Odin clapped after Jax landed.

Instantly, cheers resounded through the sky.

Jax gave a slight bow, then picked up Thor with one hand and grabbed Mjolnir with the other, before jumping back onto the stands.

Frigga felt a little sorry for Thor and took him aside for treatment.

Odin stared at Jax, or rather, at the hammer Mjolnir in Jax's hand.

Jax didn't understand what was going on, so he placed Thor's hammer on the ground next to Odin and then put the street lamp back in its original position.

"I've made a fool of myself," Jax said softly to Odin.

“You’re welcome. I will keep my promise.” Odin said, looking at Olaf.

Olaf was already getting restless. After receiving signals from Odin and Jax, he jumped into the air and crashed heavily into the center of the arena.

Chapter 152 Olaf: Absolute Power

After Olaf landed, he waited for half a minute but no next opponent appeared.

This is normal. Putting aside the fact that after Jax's demonstration, no one present dared to underestimate the two of them.

Who should play?

Thor was defeated, and defeated so badly, in an environment that was not normal for the arena. Odin watched from the stands.

If he were to go into battle and win, it would be even more painful than losing. Where would the winner place Thor?

If they lose, it will be a big problem. Two defeats in two battles will make Asgard lose all face.

Asgard is indeed warlike, but not entirely foolish, which led to Olaf standing alone in the middle of the arena.

Olaf looked around at the audience in Asgard and was a little unsure of what to say.

He wasn't disappointed that he might not be able to stretch his muscles; he was worried that if there were no opponents, Odin's promise of doubling the loan would be lost, which would be a significant loss.

Inside the arena tunnel, Sif, who had just arrived, was adjusting her equipment.

Vostagg reasoned that, in this situation, only Schiff was the most suitable to play.

First of all, Sif is currently the strongest warrior of his age in Asgard, even if Thor is included. Thor is able to suppress Sif every time because of Mjolnir.

In addition, Schiff is also seen as the future queen by everyone, so even if she wins, she can avoid the consequences of winning. Although it will make Thor lose face, he will regain face once they get married in the future.

This is a good idea, and it's currently one of the better options.

However, another god in the arena, who was so excited he couldn't be more excited, wouldn't let Volstagg and his companions have their way.

Phew~ This is a chance to overtake others. If I can seize it and regain the face Thor lost, my chances of ascending the throne will be much greater.

Loki kept encouraging himself, temporarily putting the possibility of losing out of his mind.

Olaf reluctantly tucked the axe back into his back and shuffled toward the sidelines, his expectant gaze sweeping across the stands and other passageways, hoping someone would come out in time.

Below the stands, Heimdall silently picked up the Rainbow Sword and adjusted his golden armor.

He is prepared to fight and take the blame.

Asgard absolutely cannot be left without a fighter; Asgard's current situation is too awkward, with each option being worse than the last.

However, he was a veteran and long-serving guardian of Asgard, and also Thor's elder, so his fate was somewhat better than that of ordinary Asgardian warriors.

Just as Schiff and Heimdall were about to go on stage, a person emerged from each of the tunnels.

"Asgard, Loki, the god of mischief."

Countless Loki phantoms spoke simultaneously, their voices resonating in a buzzing sound—this was Loki's idea.

Loki pondered that Olaf's weapon was somewhat similar to Thor's, and guessed that Olaf was another guy like Thor, all brawn and no brains. So the method used to deal with Thor should work on Olaf.

Olaf stared at one of the phantoms, slowly opening his mouth to reveal a wide grin.

Loki had a strange feeling that something was wrong. How could this person have seen through his true form at a glance?

No, no, no, it must be a coincidence, a coincidence.

Loki thought to himself that he and his phantom had switched places.

"Earth, Clock Tower, Berserker, Olaf."

Olaf smiled as he announced his identity according to procedure.

The battle begins!

Whoosh! Olaf waved his right hand, and Loki only saw a blur of Olaf's hand before feeling a shadow carrying a gust of wind whistling past his ear.

Olaf remained in his throwing stance, a fan-shaped pattern of cracks extending from his feet directly to the edge of the arena.

On the wall of the arena, there was an axe that was flashing red.

Beside the axe, Loki stood there like a wooden statue, his head spinning around as if it had rusted.

Seeing the walls behind him that were no longer in their normal state, I broke out in a cold sweat. The arena's building materials had been reinforced countless times, yet it had been damaged like this.

If the axe had hit him, it would have split him in two. Luckily, Olaf threw it off course!

Olaf smiled and remained silent; the chances of him missing were about the same as the chances of Thor suddenly going berserk and beating up Jax.

Brush brush!

Still shaken, Loki began frantically shifting positions, leaving a trail of afterimages in the arena.

Throw against the current!

The giant axe in the wall flew back into Olaf's hand and was thrown out along with another giant axe.

One goes left, the other goes right.

The dust that was stirred up turned into two storms that completely enveloped Loki and his phantom.

Jax in the stands frowned; Olaf had really gone all out.

Force Launch! Random Teleportation!

Loki used every trick in the book to dodge the attack.

After the double axes returned to Olaf's hands, Loki acted preemptively, crushing Olaf with gravity, weakening him, and diminishing his fighting spirit, then casting a series of negative spells on him.

Loki then pushed his hands forward, and two icicles surged up from the ground, striking Olaf.

Ragnarok!

Odin's mind began to scream with alarms, as if Olaf below had suddenly become the natural enemy of the Asgardian gods.

Olaf, whose body had grown significantly larger, channeled the flames and lightning generated by the elemental turmoil, causing Loki's negative spells to dissipate without leaving a trace.

A reckless swing!

Olaf leaped high into the air, his double axes striking directly into the path of the ice shards.

A tremendous force, capable of splitting mountains and overturning seas, swept out with lightning, traveling up the ice shards and turning everything in its path into dust.

Overwhelmed by the intimidating presence of that natural enemy, Loki could only watch helplessly as the aftershocks of that power struck him.

It then crashed into the wall.

Olaf smacked his lips. This Loki's divine nature seemed a little different from the surrounding Asgardian gods. Was he an adopted child?

Cough! Loki swayed as he stood up, raising his right hand in surrender. He truly felt that the person in front of him was going to kill him, and that chilling sense of crisis made his head throb.

But halfway up his right hand, Loki's shoulder injury caused his hand to fall. This gesture, when combined, was not a surrender, but a signal to continue the competition!

Olaf's eyes lit up. Goodness, they're still letting him attack?! The Asgardians have a pretty good fighting spirit! Then he won't hold back!

Brutal strike! Reckless swing!

A flurry of axe energy flew through the arena, slashing Loki to the east and then, before he even landed, to the west.

Don't worry, Olaf has very precise control over his strength and definitely can't kill Loki. At most, he'll keep Loki bedridden for ten days to two weeks.

Once Loki was completely unconscious, Olaf stopped. With his opponent unconscious, continuing the fight would no longer be a competition, but rather an act of cruelty.

Olaf, who had sweated a little, returned to his normal size, looked around at the spectator stands, and then awkwardly scratched his head.

They got a little carried away with the fight, and the stands were filled with Asgardians who had fainted. The awe-inspiring power of Ragnarok had been almost too much for these gods.

Olaf quickly picked up Loki and jumped back to Jax's side.

Fortunately, the people here are all quite strong. Odin, Frigg, and the others are just feeling a little unwell, but they don't seem to be fainting.

After taking her second son from Olaf, Frigg's attitude towards them was quite bad; she always had a sour face.

If Odin hadn't forbidden her from participating because of the vast difference in their social standing, she would have shown these people the power of Asgard's greatest sorcerer.

In competitive games, everyone's hitting harder than the last. What does that mean?!

"That's enough for today." Odin stood up, his face expressionless, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

"Prepare your containers; we don't offer delivery," Odin said coldly as he passed Jax.

Jax gave an awkward laugh. At this point, it was best not to argue with such a small show of force. A perfect victory can sometimes be too infuriating.

Chapter 153 A Battle of the Worst (Bonus Chapter for Alliance Leader Qinghe Yue)

The next day, Odin sat alone on his throne, looking down at the empty palace, lost in thought.

As time went by, he increasingly felt that he was no longer the same as before, and the feeling of being powerless became more and more obvious.

The hidden wounds left from five thousand years of conquering the nine realms erupted all at once in his later years, causing him to suffer boundless pain every day.

Tap tap tap, Frigga walked over step by step.

"Are they all settled?" Odin asked, a headache coming on as he thought of his two heirs.

"Yes, their injuries are quite serious; they won't recover for at least half a month." Frigg's tone still carried some dissatisfaction with Jax and Olaf.

"Serves them right!" Odin showed no pity for Thor and Loki. "Staying at home all day, pampered by a bunch of people, has really distorted their self-assessment. It's better for them to be taught a lesson in the arena than on the battlefield later!"

Odin's aura began to fluctuate with excitement, and Frigg immediately took his hand to help stabilize his injuries.

"Let's not talk about them for now. Your injuries will get worse if you don't treat them soon. Why don't you go into a deep sleep sooner?" Frigg said to Odin with concern.