Pokémon Invasion Marvel

"Just like elves, they not only have extremely strong bodies, but also have supernatural powers."

Natasha saw what Nick Fury meant, thought about it and explained again.

It may also be that the inspiration came out and she found the good contrast of the elves, which gave a more vivid description.

"In this way, everything will make sense."

Nick Fury has gained some basic understanding and has a point in mind about the current form.

If it is really as Natasha said, then these two so-called secret organizations are indeed very powerful.

"But now we should not consider this, but another thing."

Nick Fury didn't continue the topic, but suddenly said so.

"One other thing?"

The question was asked Natasha, and although Colson and Hawkeye were also looking at him, they did not speak.

"Prepare your own equipment and we will act tonight."

However, Nick Fury did not reveal the meaning of the tone, but just told a few of his men to prepare.

Although he would ask Natasha to help him do things, he obviously would not trust the other party. Only after the matter was done can the other party be able to achieve his ultimate goal.

Otherwise, he was afraid that Emmesen would make a move tonight's action, so he might as well not do this!

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Just as Natasha, Hawkeye, Colson and others were preparing for each other, the first gladiator competition on Elf Island had already begun.

Thor, the protagonist of this gladiator, has long been put in the arena.

At this time, he was waving his hands around inside, looking like a superstar.

And his comrades were looking at Thor inside with a complacent look on the seat closest to the field.

Because in their opinion, unless Emmesen came to fight Thor himself, they would not believe that anyone would defeat the king in their minds.

"Fuck them!"

A big bearded warrior from the Divine Realm stood up, shouted at Thor with excitement, cheering him.

"no problem!"

Thor raised a thumb at him and responded loudly.

"Enter, our players look impatient to wait."

Emmesen is also in the venue now, and his relatives and friends are sitting next to him.

His three girlfriends and some people from the welfare home have all come here.

But no one noticed that Aunt Windsor's eyes were all on Thor at this time.

"Is his name Thor?"

Turning his head, Aunt Windsor asked Emmerson, who was sitting beside him.

"Yes, that's his name, do you know him?"

After answering Aunt Windsor's question, Emerson looked at Thor below thoughtfully.

It was really strange that Aunt Windsor asked this question now, and it was a bit strange that he could not think too much about it.

But he didn't mean to doubt Aunt Windsor, he was just a little curious.

Don't look at this guy Thor, but he is very old and it's not like what he looks like.

“Hehe.”

A strange laughter came from another direction, and a huge figure walked out from another door in the arena.

It has a gray-brown body surrounded by pink muscles.

There is a frown above the black and white eyes, a round red nose at the center of the face, a grey beard on the chin, holding two strips of concrete and supporting them to the ground.

The moment he appeared, someone recognized him. This was a fighting spirit and an old craftsman!

This elf, who looks like a bricklayer, is a very powerful fighting spirit.

From the cheers of the audience in the venue at this time, it can be clearly seen that they were obviously full of confidence in the strength of the old craftsmen.

It is really hard to see from the comparison of the images of both sides, what chances of Thor will win.

Although Thor was strong enough, he was not enough to see in front of the construction master.

"High!"

The old craftsman did not hesitate at all. After a distance, he immediately laughed strangely and swept the stone pillar made of concrete in his hand directly towards Thor's head.

"Do you think you are so powerful if you are big? I don't know how many of you have killed you!"

Thor was not afraid, and rushed up to face the attack of the old craftsman.

Now he just lost his hammer, but the powerful body of the Asgardians still existed, and his arms were pressed against the stone pillars of the old craftsman.

Then Thor directly hugged Shizhu, who was stopped by him with both hands, kicked the old craftsman from the ground and kicked the ground with his legs.

But his attack was also not effective. The old craftsman of the Construction Department is a fighting spirit. Close combat is his special skill. If he is hit like this, it would be too perfunctory!

The stone pillar he held in his other hand also moved at this time and poked at Thor's knee that had already arrived in front of him.

The moment the stone pillar collided with the knee, Thor's body flew out involuntarily, spinning and falling heavily to the ground.

Fortunately, their Asgardians were strong enough. After a little breath, they immediately stood up again.

If this is an ordinary person, let alone standing up now, it is an unknown whether this leg can still grow on your body.

"High!"

The old craftsman of construction let out a strange laugh, and a white light emitted from the stone pillar in his hand. The entire stone pillar turned into a war hammer cast by white light, and directly hit Thor who had just gotten up!

Because of the bonus of the white light, the attack distance of this warhammer has increased more than twice, and it has easily arrived in front of Thor.

"ah!"

Thor had no time to dodge at this time, and according to his personality, he would not dodge. Only head-on battles were his favorite.

He was charging his strength sideways, and accompanied by Thor's roar, his fist hit the hammer heavily the moment the war hammer arrived.

The picture was frozen there the moment the fist intersected with the war hammer.

After about ten seconds of stalemate, bursts of shattering sounds came from it. The war hammer of the old craftsman of the construction industry had turned into fragments and completely disappeared into the air under Thor's fist.

Thor's fist was already covered in blood. If you look closely, you could even see the thick white bones that had been exposed on it.

"Hey, it's my next!"

Thor shook the blood on his hands casually, looked at the surprised old craftsman, smiled, continued to wave his fists and rushed forward.

One punch followed by one punch, and one punch was heavier than the other.

The old craftsman who lost the initiative, had no power to fight back at Thor's attack, so he could only retreat step by step!