The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 693: Tie and the Kingdom of Mist

"boom!"

Two attacks landed on the intruder at the same time. A loud bang spread throughout the entire arena. The next second, Yang Le and Thor were knocked out by an irresistible force before they could stabilize their bodies.

The two men got up from the ground one after another. When the dust settled, the figure of the third party who had interrupted the fight finally appeared.

It was a golden spear that looked naturally formed. The straight spear body was flashing with golden light, and the sharp tip of the spear was completely immersed in the already broken ground.

"Gungnir?!"

Thor looked at the magic spear in front of him in surprise. It would be more accurate to say that everyone who knew about this magic weapon was surprised by its sudden appearance. This was all because its owner was none other than one of the audience, Odin, the God King of Asgard.

Yang Le naturally knew who held the spear, so he, Thor, and all the audience present turned their attention to the royal stand in the center of the arena.

There, Odin, wearing golden armor and a golden helmet, was looking down at everyone present. After everyone was quiet and their eyes were fixed on him, Odin spoke.

"Up to this point, the sole purpose of this exchange has been to spar, but the power of the moves just now clearly exceeded the scope of sparring. Therefore, I, Odin, hereby declare the exchange over!"

The King of Gods has already given the order. Not to mention Yang Le, all Asgardians including Thor will definitely obey Odin's orders, and then this battle will definitely not continue.

The two people in the center of the arena breathed a sigh of relief, their bodies relaxed, then they smiled at each other and reached out their hands to hold them.

At this point, the difficult battle ended in a draw.

...

"Hey~ Your man is pretty good." Loki winked at Gwen who was sitting next to him.

This was not the first time that Loki had joked about his relationship with Yang Le, which made the originally shy Gwen somewhat immune to it. In the second half of the competition, she even started to play badly. Anyway, there were only two of them here, so you can say whatever you want.

"Thor is also very strong. This is the first time I've seen someone fight a harpy for so long without losing."

Gwen also complimented Thor a few times, even though she knew that Yang Le had not used his full strength, she could not say it at this time. This was a matter of basic reciprocity, and Gwen did have some emotional intelligence in this regard.

"Really? Then we are both the same." Loki approached Gwen familiarly, almost sticking close to her. Even through the leather armor, Gwen could feel the warmth from Loki's body.

If you ask why Loki can be so relaxed, it's all because the two of them are not sitting in the ordinary audience seats at this time, and of course they are not sitting in the royal stands either.

After a short speed race, the two of them finally arrived at the competition venue, and then Loki, in a good mood, pulled Gwen to the statue at the top of the arena.

According to her, this is her special seat. Whenever Loki doesn't want to listen to his father and mother's nagging, he will come here to watch the game. Although most of the Asgardian competitions are boring, listening to the shouting and killing below can still make her happy.

Gwen disagreed. Although she didn't say it out loud, she still labeled Loki a sadist in her heart. She also observed a few seconds of silence for Thor, whom she had a crush on. And so, in a corner where no one was paying attention, Loki and Gwen used Thor and Yang Le's fight as background music and started a girls' gathering. But most of the time, it was Loki who started the conversation and Gwen usually agreed.

Although Loki had made some intimate gestures during the period, this was the first time he leaned his entire body towards her. Even though the other person was a girl, Gwen was not used to such intimate gestures, so she subconsciously chose to keep her distance.

Looking at Gwen who jumped away as if in stress, Loki crossed his legs and put his arms on his knees, then propped up his head and looked at her with a playful look.

"You're so cute, you look just like a little animal. No wonder that guy named Yang Le likes you."

"Sorry, I don't like this kind of close contact." Gwen touched her arm and ignored Loki's comments about her.

"Well, I thought we had become friends a long time ago." Loki closed his eyes, and when he opened them, his eyes became watery like an abandoned little animal, which created a strong contrast with her royal figure.

If someone didn't know the truth, they might have been deceived by her, but unfortunately, Gwen not only knew Loki's true face, but she was also a straight woman and was not shaken by Loki's charm at all.

Loki curled his lips. It seemed that only Thor would fall for this trick. When the other people in Asgard saw him with this expression, they wished they could grow eight pairs of wings and fly away.

"This is so boring." Loki sighed. "Forget it, it's almost over, let's go too. Remember to tell my mother I brought you to the game, otherwise she will definitely scold me."

Gwen naturally agreed without hesitation, but at the same time she was also thinking about whether she should keep some distance from Loki. This long-legged beauty with black hair was as dangerous as she was beautiful.

Sighing, Gwen shot out a spider silk and began to descend towards Yang Le's position. Loki also snapped his fingers and then disappeared on the spot.

Just like the two people who left the special seats, everyone in the arena also began to take their positions, and this short and lively event came to an end.

Although the arena will become deserted, the Asgardians who have watched this event will talk about it on their way back. It is estimated that the Asgardians will be immersed in this competition for some time to come.

Where there are lively places, there are naturally deserted places, but this word is destined to have nothing to do with today's Asgard. However, it may be different in other countries that are located on the same world tree as Asgard.

For example, Niflheim today.

A burly man in black armor was standing on a cliff. The most striking thing about the man was his hair, which looked like an Egyptian pharaoh's turban, and his broken hand.

The man had no left hand. His entire forearm was wrapped in a piece of golden metal, engraved with various exquisite patterns and texts. It looked more like a fine work of art than a weapon.

The man just stood on the cliff looking down calmly, not knowing what he was searching for. It was not until a voice called him that the man responded.

"Still dreaming, Tyr?"

(End of this chapter)