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Terrifying divine power and energy overflowed, and the ripples spread for thousands of meters, turning plants to ash and tearing trees to shreds.
Those who were close were sent flying, spitting blood, while Sif and the others picked themselves up, looking in astonishment at the unmoving figure.
Everyone watching with wide eyes now understood the confidence Ron had to face the mythical God King without fear!
One second, two seconds, several seconds passed, and the two's attacks were still in a stalemate.
"Mortal, you are too arrogant!"
Feeling that he had lost face, Odin's sharp gaze narrowed, and the lightning from his spear became even more ferocious, almost turning into dazzling, dense lightning plasma.
"Not respecting you is called arrogance?"
Ron's face also showed a hint of ferocity, as his laser eyes, combined with the river-like store of plasma energy within him, poured out from his eyes without restraint.
His vision suddenly widened by a circle.
"Father… Ron?"
Thor, flying out from the mountains, watched this scene with shock.
As fellow Gods of Thunder, he could clearly feel the 'Odinforce' released by his father; its power was easily enough to kill another Thor, who was also a God of Thunder.
That was the divine power passed down through generations of their Asgardian race. In the time of his grandfather, Buri, it was called 'Buriforce'. In the era of his Grandpa Bor, it was called 'Borforce'. And by the time of his father, Odin, it was called 'Odinforce', growing stronger with each passing generation through the bloodline!
Suddenly.
"Enough!"
After failing to win for a long time, a barely noticeable paleness flashed across his face. Odin roared, and lightning surged.
The rays shot from Ron's eyes grew thicker. The two clashed one last time, unleashing another wave of blue and red energy ripples, enough to tear apart everything on the surface, raging for several miles.
Bang!
After that strike, everything in heaven and Earth returned to calm. This time, Sif and the others, who had fled in fear, and the Frost Giants were not injured again.
The two stopped fighting, but still stared at each other across the void, their gazes seemingly sparking electricity.
Odin slowly lowered his hand, which was holding gungnir high. From an angle others couldn't see, it trembled slightly.
Ron narrowed his eyes, moistening his dry, sore eyeballs.
Template recorded: [Asgardian Odin: 1.2 million]
As expected of Odin, who was about to die of old age.
Thor, possessing the genuine bloodline of 'The Oldest God, Mother of All Gods' Gaia, had one million ability points based on his potential.
Odin was even more so; to obtain a physique and divine power like his, it would require a full 1.2 million ability points, with divine power likely accounting for the majority.
Hoo!
When the two stopped, the tense onlookers seemed to remember to breathe, and gasped heavily.
"Is that Ron?"
On the spaceship, Jane and the others couldn't believe it.
"He blocked it! He actually blocked Odin's attack and was evenly matched with the Norse God King!"
S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel couldn't believe it. Some thought he looked a bit like Superman.
"Heat rays from his eyes, I feel like he's a bit like Superman from the comics?"
"Coincidence, but it would be great if he really was Superman." Superman was a god among men who was willing to sacrifice his life to protect Earth. S.H.I.E.L.D. would no longer have to worry about threats to Earth.
"Odin, Ron…"
On the Helicarrier, through the screen, Fury, the king of spies, had an unprecedentedly solemn expression. He instinctively reached for the cosmic pager under his black trench coat, remembering the woman who could emit dazzling energy and destroy battleships with her bare hands.
"I wonder how her strength compares to the two…"
"Ron of Midgard, hand over Loki."
After the brief confrontation failed to take down Ron, the white-haired, one-eyed God King seemed to age instantly, subtly losing that condescending and rigid tone.
"I can hand him over.
But you need to clean up the mess he made and give me an explanation."
Ron looked around.
"This is all my territory. Look at what your good son did, leading an army of Frost Giants to trample my land and invade Earth!"
"A mess?"
Looking at Mídgarðsormr in the distance, which was constantly trying to attack, attracted by the fighter jets, Odin reached out and grabbed something.
Chains of lightning grabbed the horn that Loki had dropped on the ground when Ron had picked him up, and then Odin looked at Ron again.
"Give me Loki and the Ancient Winter Coffin."
"Mídgarðsormr is easy to release, but not so easy to put back."
His body was too weak to bear the burden and he could no longer fight.
The simplest way was to have Loki use the Ancient Winter Coffin to freeze Mídgarðsormr, as its massive body could not evade the howling cold.
"The Norse gods were first worshipped by the brutal and cunning Viking pirates, especially you, Odin. The stories told about you in myths best fit their taste and style."
Ron smiled, "I don't trust you, Odin."
In the movie, when Hela appeared, if Loki hadn't shouted for the Bifrost Bridge, giving her a ride, her first target would probably have been to conquer Earth before figuring out how to return to distant Asgard.
"What did you say, mortal!"
Offended once again, almost explicitly called brutal and cunning, Odin's single eye looked ferocious. A tyrannical killing intent, dormant for years, surged in his chest. How had he, the God King of the Nine Realms, ever faced such a predicament?
If he were younger, he would have already acted, but… he had too many concerns.
Moreover, Ron was too strong; he wasn't confident he could take Ron down without getting serious.
And once he got serious and fought, he would die immediately.
"Great Odin, have you grown so old that you can't even subdue a small snake?"
Looking up at the one-eyed God King in the sky, he let out a low, cold laugh.
"Mortal, how can you know the power of the All-Father!"
Roaring, Odin raised gungnir again, but this time, instead of releasing lightning, he threw it—a dazzling golden lightning bolt, bright enough to pierce the sky, streaked across the heavens.
"I am the God of War and Power, the King of Death and Thunder. Thought and Memory are my pets, Greed and Hunger crawl at my feet!"
His aged voice boomed with majesty, echoing through heaven and Earth. Thought and Memory referred to the names of his two ravens, while Greed and Hunger were the names of the two wolves at his feet.
Everyone's hearts trembled, and under the divine might that permeated heaven and Earth, they couldn't help but want to surrender and kneel.
"Under the Eternal Spear, the life and Death of all things are determined by me!"
Shatter!
The Eternal Spear unleashed its true power in his hand, crashing down and piercing the head of Mídgarðsormr, which was several miles long.
Deafening screams of pain, dense golden lightning burst from its eyes and mouth, and finally, its massive head was obliterated into dust, and the colossal, headless corpse, like a mountain, crashed down.
"Mortal, I am a benevolent All-Father, but that doesn't mean I have no wrath. State your final condition!"
The furious Odin, instead of subduing and re-sealing the giant snake, directly killed it. gungnir flew back into his hand, and his single eye glowed with golden lightning, turning fiercely towards Ron, as if ready to unleash another terrifying strike like the previous one at any moment.
Under the terrifying, tidal killing intent, everyone was too scared to even breathe.
At this point, he had to show his dominance, otherwise, the Nine Realms might all rebel.
"The Ancient Winter Coffin, your son wanted to use it to conquer Earth, leave it behind."
Calmly facing the enraged Odin, Ron casually threw Loki towards the sky and made his demand: "Consider it compensation."
If Odin died, Hela would be unsealed. Hela, who had been sealed for thousands of years, had an extreme personality and would definitely lead Asgard to ruin. Odin dared not.
"Mortal, your condition is granted by the King of Gods. The Ancient Winter Coffin will be entrusted to your care."
Catching the weakened Loki from several hundred meters away, Odin wished he could strangle his youngest son, but after all, he had raised him. He let out an angry snort, reined in his eight-legged divine horse, concealing the pale, ashen look on his face, and turned to disappear into the Bifrost Bridge.
"The God King actually yielded."
Sif and The Warriors Three looked at each other in astonishment. For thousands of years, when had Odin ever backed down? Yet this time, in Midgard, universally recognized as the weakest of the Nine Realms, he was forced to accept another's terms.
"Ron, I'm very sorry for what my brother tried to do to Earth. I apologize to you on his behalf…"
Thor saw Ron as a protector devoted to Earth and wanted to say more, but a Bifrost Bridge also took him away.
Immediately after, Sif, The Warriors Three, and the remaining Frost Giant warriors were all taken away.
"Care?"
On the ruined wasteland, Ron shook his head and chuckled, "How cunning, Odin."
Calling it 'care' left a sliver of possibility for retrieval.
"But I'm afraid you won't have the chance!"
Looking up at the sky where the dark clouds had dispersed and the sun was setting, it was almost dusk.
He could guarantee that even if Odin didn't die immediately upon returning, he wouldn't live much longer.
And this 'not living much longer' now applied to mortals.
"Ron, are you okay…?"
The Vibranium spaceship landed, and Jane, Daisy, and the others ran over, their faces still showing shock and worry. The scene just now had been too shocking and terrifying.
That was the God King from mythology. The three of them had just been afraid that Ron would be killed by a lightning bolt, but Ron had displayed astonishing power, actually forcing the God King to yield.
"I'm fine…"
Ron waved his hand and smiled.
Ability Points: 400,000
A smile appeared on his lips; his ability points had, for the first time, exceeded 400,000…
Ignoring the few people who were too shocked to know what to ask, Ron pondered where to acquire ability points after this battle. After Homelander's physique, he had a new goal—Odin's divine power.
Thor possessed ancient divine blood, and his potential far exceeded Odin's, but he wasn't interested; it wasn't that he was shortsighted.
"Who in the Universe can surpass me in potential?"
Odin's wool was probably all shorn. Even ordinary people couldn't be pushed again and again, let alone a high and mighty God King.
"However, after Wakanda goes public, there should be another wave of ability points…"
Ron's eyes flickered.
Wakanda's medical technology was highly advanced, capable of organ replacement and regeneration, and even curing cancer. However, even in the comics, Wakanda had never publicly revealed this, because the interests involved were too great.
"Those superheroes all have more or less problems: Iron Man, Hulk, Black Widow… and Fury…"
They would probably come knocking on his door for help next.