Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

Look at Vostagg lying on the ground, then look at Mjolnir in Peter's hand.

Sif and the other two unconsciously opened their mouths into an "O" shape.

What did they just see?

A Midgard man, in front of Thor, lifted Mjolnir and knocked Volstagg away?

If they weren't gods themselves, they would all be exclaiming "OMG!" right now!

"Thor, what's going on?" Sif asked in disbelief.

Saul's face was filled with bitterness:

"As you can see, that Midgardian is qualified to lift Mjolnir..."

"Sol!" Fandral shouted.

"Cheer up, buddy! You can't just watch your artifact be taken from you by a Midgardian!"

"But I'm no match for him," Thor replied dejectedly.

"Please!" Sif, who had no idea how terrifying Peter was, sighed helplessly.

"Stop acting so weak! Now, we'll help you get the hammer back, and then we'll march straight back to Asgard, okay?"

Sif and the others' choice to risk their lives to save themselves, and the sense of triumph they exuded, finally reminded Thor of his own glorious past.

He finally mustered some of the aura of Thor and roared:

"Okay, once you guys get the hammer back for me, we'll go back to Asgard and give Loki a good kick in the ass!"

Sif and the others had been waiting for Thor to make this statement!

Therefore, the moment he finished speaking, Sif and the other two drew their weapons:

"I'm sorry, Midgard, you may not have done anything wrong, but your attempt to obstruct the progress of the gods means you're destined to have a good sleep, just like Volstagg!"

As they spoke, the three roared and charged toward Peter.

Seeing the three of them yelling and shouting, Peter couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"If you so-called gods still don't realize that times have changed, then I can only teach you what etiquette is in my own way."

As he spoke, Peter grabbed Mjolnir, and instantly donned a lightning armor.

Fandral's longsword was aimed at Peter's chest first, but before his attack could succeed, he discovered that his sword...could not strike.

"What kind of Pava is this?!" Fandall exclaimed in shock.

"It's just a tiny bit of electromagnetic force development~"

Peter spoke casually, while simultaneously giving Mjolnir a casual tap in his hand.

"Ding!"

With a crisp metallic clang, the blade of Fandral's longsword was easily snapped in two by Mjolnir!

He was also affected by this terrifying force and, like Volstagg, was sent flying backward.

This is impossible!

Fandall couldn't help but gasp inwardly.

Although his longsword wasn't a divine weapon of the same caliber as Mjolnir, it was still a high-grade item with over 60% Uru metal content.

Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible for Mjolnir to break it with his divine power alone.

Unless... this Midgardian himself possesses power no less than Thor's!

If Fandral was only speculating, then Hogan had truly witnessed Peter's real strength!

At the same moment Fandral was knocked away, he swung his mace at him.

His angle was extremely tricky, precisely timing the opening when Peter hadn't had time to retract his attack after using Mjolnir to knock Fandral away.

In his view, his hammer blow would not only smash the man's brains out on the spot, but would also surely knock him unconscious.

But Peter remained remarkably calm in the face of his mace.

There was no attempt to roll away in a disheveled manner, nor was there any attempt to retract Mjolnir for defense.

He simply raised his empty left fist!

The fist, enveloped in lightning, was visibly coated with a layer of jet-black metallic luster the moment it was raised.

Clang!

The fist and hammer collided, producing a painful, metallic clang.

Even more outrageous, after taking a blow from his own fist, the man from Midgard showed no sign of pain whatsoever.

Hogan, on the other hand, felt a sharp pain in the web of his hand.

He looked down in disbelief and saw blood streaming from the mouth of his hand.

The force of the recoil actually tore his tiger's mouth apart!

This momentary lapse in concentration directly determined the outcome of the battle.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Peter launched a flying kick and easily sent Hogan flying.

puff~

Hogan felt like his internal organs were about to shift after being kicked, and he couldn't help but vomit bile after falling to the ground.

"It's time to end this, Midgard Man!"

Sif appeared behind Peter with a shout, her rapier precisely striking the joint between Mjolnir's hammerhead and handle.

Despite being a petite girl, her skills far surpass those of Hogan and Fandral.

Sif's parents were both renowned warriors of Asgard, and after her birth, Odin chose her to be Thor's future wife because of her outstanding talent.

Therefore, Sif's sword strike took Peter by surprise, causing Mjolnir to slip from his grasp and fall to the ground...

Well, okay, the truth is that Peter was worried he might kill this seemingly frail girl on the spot with one blow, so he deliberately put down the hammer.

"Aha~" Sif let out an excited shout, then swung her rapier and stabbed Peter repeatedly.

She thought that Peter was nothing after losing Mjolnir's protection.

But reality slapped her in the face.

After losing Mjolnir, Peter's offensive not only did not slow down, but became even more effective.

He wasn't good with weapons like hammers; fighting with his bare hands was his preferred fighting style.

Peter dodged Sif's deadly stabs with ease.

Then, seizing the opportunity, he swiftly grabbed Sif's wrist.

With just one exertion, Sif released her grip on the sword due to the pain.

Then, Peter grabbed her hand and twisted her wrist in a reverse twist, pinning Sif to the spot with a simple grappling move.

"You wretched Midgardians, I order you to release me immediately!"

Sif struggled restlessly after being captured, but the more she moved, the stronger the pain became in her arm, causing her to grimace in agony.

This haughty, wild little horse-like demeanor piqued Peter's mischievous curiosity:

"Looks like someone still hasn't learned how to talk properly with the people of Midgard!"

As he spoke, he slightly bent Sif's arm in the opposite direction, almost causing the goddess girl to kneel down on the spot from the pain.

Just as Sif was about to unleash another torrent of abuse, Peter's expression suddenly changed.

A tingling sensation ran through him, and without thinking, he threw a finger gun at Thor, then fell to the ground along with Sif.

"You, you audacious lecher from Midgard, how dare you insult a woman..."

Before Sif could finish speaking, pinned to the ground, a blazing laser beam grazed past her hair.

She could even smell the burnt smell of her own hair.

The moment she saw the laser, the girl completely quieted down, silently letting Peter pin her down without making a sound...