On one side was a massive thunder hammer, seemingly heavy, while the halberd on the other side appeared much lighter.
The two swung their weapons at each other, their speeds perfectly matched, seemingly evenly matched.
But it was clear that the one wielding the great hammer had slightly more raw strength than his opponent.
If the hammer were replaced with a lighter weapon, his speed would undoubtedly increase, and his opponent would likely be unable to keep up.
Thus, a few spectators on the gods' side muttered that if not for the hammer's excessive weight, switching to a lighter weapon would have overwhelmed the human opponent.
In other words, some gods felt this was somewhat unfair.
However, only Mjölnir, the Hammer of Thunder, could withstand Thor's power. It also had excellent compatibility with his own strength, allowing him to unleash his full potential.
Any other weapon would simply shatter in his grip.
Therefore, there was no such thing as unfairness—absolute fairness didn't exist in this world.
Right now, Thor was thoroughly enjoying himself. After so long, he had finally found an opponent who could let him unleash his full power, allowing him to immerse himself completely in the joy of battle.
So, Thor tightened his grip on Mjölnir, almost as if the hammer groaned faintly under the crushing pressure.
"Make this even more enjoyable for me!"
As he roared, he increased his speed further, veins bulging on his arms.
"I'll make sure you enjoy it to the fullest!"
The man wielding the halberd responded with equal ferocity, matching his opponent's speed.
As their weapons clashed at ever-increasing speeds, the heat generated turned the ground beneath them red-hot, threatening to melt it.
In the blink of an eye, the halberd seemed on the verge of giving out.
The weapon was already glowing unnaturally red, and if the temperature continued to rise without cooling, it risked melting or shattering entirely.
Yet, despite this, he couldn't stop—not even for a moment.
If he faltered even slightly, Mjölnir would smash him to pieces like fragile porcelain.
"I see now."
"Did you figure it out?"
"Yes!"
Facing Thor as the reincarnation of the Conqueror Xiang Yu, Renji realized why the Thunder God's swings were growing faster and faster.
Thor's movements with Mjölnir resembled drawing a circle—each rotation adding just a little more speed.
At this rate, Renji wouldn't be able to keep up.
So, he began predictive calculations.
By analyzing every minute detail of Thor's movements—every twitch of muscle, every external factor—he computed the angle of each swing, the increase in speed, the added force, and more.
Once calculated, it was as if he could foresee the future, predicting Thor's attack patterns.
However, the time gained from this foresight wasn't enough to fully evade—but it was enough to disrupt Thor's rhythm, breaking the centrifugal acceleration.
Yet, this high-speed computation placed an even greater burden on him.
But it felt incredible. This battle was exhilarating.
This was the first time since arriving in this world that Renji had fought so freely.
So, he heightened all his sensory systems to react even faster.
Of course, this further increased the strain on him—but that very strain amplified the thrill.
After all, this body wasn't human—it lacked the adrenaline rush of biological nerves.
BANG—!
"Oh?"
Thor narrowed his eyes slightly, surprised that his technique had been countered the moment it was deciphered.
"Then how about this?!"
Mjölnir erupted with lightning from one end, the resulting thrust amplifying its swing speed.
"Not enough!!!"
Right now, neither of them was fighting for their respective sides—they were fighting purely for themselves.
Both were simply reveling in this rare, worthy opponent, savoring the carnage.
Had they not been battling in this specially reinforced arena, their clashes would have unleashed catastrophic shockwaves across the human world, devastating entire cities.
"Sister Brunhilde… things don't look good."
Göll, who had initially been hopeful, now wore an anxious expression.
Xiang Yu's halberd was clearly inferior to Lord Thor's Mjölnir.
If this relentless exchange continued, the halberd would break first.
And the moment he lost his weapon, Xiang Yu would undoubtedly be crushed by Thor's earth-shattering strike.
Fretfully, Göll's gaze darted between a floating screen and the arena.
The screen projected an aerial view of the battle.
But why not just watch the arena directly? Why rely on the screen?
Because the speed of the two fighters on the arena was beyond Göll's ability to follow with her eyes, she could only watch the delayed slow-motion screen projected in the air. That screen allowed her to somewhat understand the clashes of their weapons and see which side was gradually falling into disadvantage.
Thus, when she noticed the change in the Xiang Yu's halberd, her palms broke out in a cold sweat.
Ah, and the audience closest to the arena were also the most nervous.
Not because they were worried about either fighter's condition, but more concerned about their own safety, as the clashes between the two combatants occasionally spilled over.
Either wind blades from the halberd's swings came flying their way, or arcs of electricity from the thunder hammer leaped toward them.
They were truly afraid of being either sliced apart or electrocuted to a crisp.
"Hmm, it seems the Overlord Xiang Yu is gradually at a disadvantage—his weapon is cracking!!!"
Heimdall's voice couldn't help but rise in pitch.
And these words instantly caused the cheers from the gods' side to drown out those from the humans.
"It's coming!!!"
Heimdall noticed the change in Thor's gaze—he was about to unleash his strongest strike.
The thunder hammer Mjölnir released an even more terrifying lightning, its color shifting from white to black.
BOOM—!
With a deafening roar, a terrifying shockwave swept through the surroundings, making the audience scream in terror.
Not because they were injured, but because the impact was so overwhelming—it felt like a supermassive earthquake, shaking heaven and earth.
Even Heimdall himself was somewhat panicked. The state of the arena was unknown, as the shockwave distorted the air and light, kicking up massive clouds of dust, making it impossible to see how much damage the arena had sustained.
But even from his position outside the arena's perimeter, he could feel the ground trembling as if it might collapse.
And it was worth noting that the land where the arena stood was actually a massive floating island in the sky—there was genuine fear that this strike might pierce through it or even sink it entirely.
After that strike, the center of the arena seemed to have fallen silent.
Had the match been decided? Who won, who lost?
Everyone swallowed hard, staring intently as the dust slowly cleared.
Who would be the one left standing?
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