Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

Just as Thor finally smiled because he had regained his true power.

On the battlefield at the edge of the sky, Peter and Hela were both laughing.

Peter looked at Hela, his eyes filled with admiration for a worthy opponent.

This is what you call a battle.

Compared to her, Infinite Ultron, who only knows how to use the power of the gems to manipulate stats and win by doing nothing, is just a complete blob!

On the other side, Hela was also smiling.

That's a more direct form of recognition than any language.

"That was awesome!" After another fierce collision, Hela and Peter separated.

She looked at Peter, her voice trembling slightly with excitement.

"That's it! That's it! Three thousand years! In the past three thousand years, I've never been this happy!"

As she spoke, the eerie green divine power emanating from her surged once more.

A rumble echoed from the depths of Asgard as invisible divine power was forcibly extracted and channeled into Hela's body.

Her aura was rising rapidly, from 30% to 40%, 50%... until it reached its peak.

"The power of this land belongs to me." Hela opened her arms, letting the divine power flow into her body.

"Now, let's see if you can handle this!"

Peter's body also shone with a golden light of divine energy. He looked at Hela, a slight smile playing on his lips:

"With pleasure!"

"Again!" Hela roared as she charged forward.

The two collided again.

This time, the ground in the center of the Immortal Palace was left with a crater several meters deep due to the aftershocks of the battle.

The massive hull of the refugee ship in the distance shook violently from the shockwave, causing the people on board to gasp in alarm.

It was only thanks to the combined power of Thor's lightning and Frigga's energy that a visible energy barrier was formed, preventing the people on the side of the ship from falling overboard.

The survivors watched the two men locked in fierce combat in the air, their eyes filled with worry.

Faced with such a powerful Hela, can Peter... win?

Under the worried gazes of everyone, time ticked by.

As time went on, the attitudes of the onlookers gradually changed.

At first, I just felt soreness in my eyes.

Then, there was hunger in my stomach.

Vostagg, with his large stomach, unconsciously rubbed his belly, then glanced at the watch on his wrist:

"Shit, five hours have already passed?!"

He looked up at the two people in the air in disbelief.

The sounds of violent collisions still echoed in the air, and the two combatants showed no sign of gaining the upper hand.

"No, I need to eat something," Vostagg muttered, not even bothering to watch the precious footage of the powerful warriors fighting, and turned to walk into the ship's storeroom.

"Bring me a bottle of mead!" Loki shouted at Vostag.

"I want the steak from the Heavenly Bulls, medium-rare, and also some sea bream sashimi. I haven't had it in ages," Sif ordered as well.

"Hey, isn't that your man's battle? Don't you care at all?" Loki couldn't help but retort. "Don't you love him anymore?"

Sif rolled her eyes at him as if he were an idiot:

"If the girl you love has never lost in front of you, you won't worry about her safety."

Well, that's a very strong reason, and Loki was speechless.

Two more hours passed, and most of the Asgardians gave up watching, either eating together or returning to their cabins to rest.

Only Thor remained fixed on the battle in the sky.

The moon sets and the sun rises; in the blink of an eye, a day and a night have passed.

Vostagg stretched after sleeping soundly until dawn and glanced at the sky instinctively.

He discovered that the two figures in the air showed no signs of separating.

"Seriously, man? They're still fighting?"

"They get back up much faster every time they're knocked back," Thor explained to Volstagg after taking a sip of his drink.

"It's breathtaking. Compared to them, my previous combat experience and skills are as rudimentary and laughable as a toddler learning to walk."

On the ship, he was the only one left who persisted in watching this protracted battle.

"Is it really that exaggerated?" Vostagg couldn't help but mutter.

His strength was several levels below Thor's, and he couldn't understand the intricacies of the situation at all.

"That's how exaggerated it is. They are the real powerhouses." Thor said seriously, "Fighting is etched into their very bones. Compared to them, I am far inferior."

On the refugee ship, everyone was already doing their own thing.

Sif even set up a table and began teaching Loki, Frigga, and Hogan how to play mahjong—a game Peter had taught her, which she had previously played with Felicia, Daisy, and Gwen.

"Six of Bamboo".

"I won!" Frieza pushed the mahjong tiles in front of her, a smile spreading across her face.

"A truly fun Midgard game! Has Midgard really become this interesting? Maybe I should visit Midgard sometime in the future."

……

Ten days and ten nights have passed in the blink of an eye.

After ten days of fierce fighting, the entire Asgard was almost reduced to ruins by the battle between the two.

But the two in the air still showed no signs of separating.

The two might be knocked back by each other for a moment during the battle, or they might suffer serious injuries in one or two rounds.

But the next second, their wounds would automatically heal, and they would continue fighting.

They were like two tireless perpetual motion machines, constantly chasing, colliding, separating, and colliding again amidst the ruins.

The crowd of onlookers has changed countless times.

Only Thor persisted, trying to learn something from their fight.

"Don't they get tired?" A naive child couldn't help but ask the soul-searching question.

The answer to the question is, they really aren't tired!

Not only is it not tiring, but you can also become completely addicted to it.

Hela had never felt so exhilarated. Even during her years fighting alongside Odin in the Nine Realms, she had never encountered such an opponent.

Those so-called warriors of the Nine Realms were as fragile as paper in front of her.

But this Earth man in front of me is different.

He was so powerful that Hela had to mobilize all of Asgard's power to fight him, but she still couldn't defeat Peter.

This feeling... was so wonderful that she even had a vague desire in her heart for this battle to never end.

The throne, revenge, conquest... all of these obsessions that Hela had previously held onto became unimportant to her at this moment.

Because she finally discovered what she truly wanted.

Does she really care about the throne? Does she really care whether the people of Asgard are corrupted by peace?

No, that's a lie.

From the very beginning, all she sought was the joy of battle!

On the other side, Peter was equally captivated.

It's not because he can still learn anything from Hela; in fact, he has long since passed the stage where he needs to learn.

The real reason he's persevered until now is actually...

He felt it!

At this moment, the power of Conqueror's Haki is gradually awakening within his body.

No, the term "awakening" is not quite accurate, since Peter was able to use his Conqueror's Haki throughout the entire process.

But at this moment, he could vaguely sense that he was no longer just someone who could simply switch on and off Conqueror's Haki.

This ethereal will is gradually becoming... completely controllable!