Chapter 121: A Barrage of Gungnir!
Silence—!
The audience was stunned.
Please don't tell me the fifth round was over just like that?
Was Loki really this weak?
Of course, after the high-octane battles earlier, it was easy for many to jump to that conclusion.
In truth, Loki's lightning-fast opening strike already surpassed 99% of the gods.
It was just that, once again, the human opponent was an extraordinary monster.
"YES!"
From the Valkyries' seating area, Göll pumped her fist excitedly.
Serves Loki right for running his mouth, acting all high and mighty, looking down on everyone—only to get wrecked the moment the fight started.
His head was practically backward—was he actually dead?
That'd be perfect!
"Sister, looks like this round's in the bag!"
Her brother Siegfried, the Dragon-Slayer, hadn't even drawn his sword yet. Just his fists alone had already reduced Loki to this state—victory was all but guaranteed.
But then, as Loki peeled himself off the wall and wobbled to his feet, he calmly twisted his head back into place, sending a chill down Göll's spine.
His neck had been turned to the right and backward—to fix it, he should've turned left. Instead, Loki kept turning right, completing a full 360-degree rotation that left Göll horrified.
How was that even possible?
The transformed God of Mischief spat out a mouthful of blood and wore an extremely sinister expression as he raised his hand, aiming his palm at the Dragonslayer.
The moment the chains within the black hole in his palm were expelled, a flash of light shot forth like a white laser.
Unfortunately, the attack was dodged.
However—
That was no mere energy blast. If it had been, after Siegfried evaded, it should have struck the wall behind him in a straight line.
But this white light curved, turned around, and accelerated back!
The chief god who recognized what the white light was couldn't help but gasp in shock.
That was no energy attack—it was a spear-shaped divine weapon. And because he recognized it, his shock deepened.
That shouldn't belong to Loki!
"Watch out!!!"
Göll couldn't help but shout a warning.
Yet, before her words even finished, the white light had already turned and struck its target, leaving her face pale with dread.
"Huh?"
Upon closer inspection, it had indeed hit—but not in the way Göll had imagined, with the weapon brutally piercing through flesh. Instead, the Dragonslayer hero had caught it with his own hand.
Still, the spear's tip had slightly embedded itself into his palm, though it didn't seem to have pierced all the way through. The wound wasn't severe.
Only after it was caught did Göll finally see the white light for what it truly was—a spear.
"Th-That's—!"
"Gungnir!"
Sister Göndul finished the words for Göll, who was too stunned to speak immediately.
Wasn't that weapon the divine armament of Lord Odin?
Why was Loki wielding it?
"What's going on?"
"Isn't that Odin's spear?"
"Why can Loki use that spear?"
"Did Odin lend him his divine weapon? Is that allowed? Isn't that cheating?"
Protests erupted from the human side.
"What do you mean cheating? The rules never said borrowing another god's weapon was forbidden."
"Besides, didn't you humans also use Valkyrie-transformed divine weapons? That's practically two people fighting!"
Some from the gods' audience fired back.
"Come on, that was the first match!"
"And didn't Lord Xiang Yu fight with his own power afterward?"
"Hmph, who knows? Those human weapons are practically on par with divine arms. Where did they even come from?"
"Was there really no one backing them?"
The two sides began to argue.
As for Heimdall, the referee, since the rules indeed had no such restrictions, he naturally wouldn't declare a foul.
"Huh?"
Heimdall was stunned—because that Gungnir had just been crushed in the Dragonslayer's grip.
Th-This was a chief god's divine weapon! Could it really be shattered so easily?
Before he could recover from his shock, Loki unleashed two more streaks of white light, tearing through the air as they assaulted the Dragonslayer.
"T-Two Gungnirs?!"
Heimdall was utterly baffled.
His pupils shrank as the God of Mischief seized the moment while the Dragonslayer was occupied with the two spears—charging forward. Such a move was expected, but what wasn't was the sword Loki suddenly swung down.
Of course, if it were just an ordinary sword, it wouldn't be a problem. But this blade was also a divine weapon—Lævateinn.
Now, the Dragonslayer was caught in a pincer attack.
The two Gungnirs that had been dodged were now closing in from behind him on either side, while ahead, Loki was already within striking distance, swinging Lævateinn down directly at him.
This was no longer a question of dodging, but rather choosing which side to block to minimize his injuries.
"Die!!!"
With the God of Mischief's cruel cry, the Lævateinn in his hands came crashing down with tremendous force.
Clang—!
The sound of metal clashing!
The Dragonslayer chose to draw his sword and block Lævateinn!
At the same time, the two Gungnirs pierced through his legs—right at the knees—the spearheads emerging from the other side.
This meant his legs were crippled!
At this moment, if the God of Mischief increased the pressure, it would likely force the Dragonslayer to his knees.
So—
"Kneel before—"
Thud—!
Another dull impact cut off the God of Mischief's words like a deflating balloon, and he himself was once again sent flying like a cannonball, crashing back into the hole in the wall.
"W-what just happened?"
Heimdall was stunned for a moment before quickly realizing.
"I see."
He then explained to all the spectators how the Dragonslayer, whose knees should have been pierced and legs rendered useless, could still muster the strength to kick Loki away.
The reason was that the two Gungnirs hadn't actually pierced his knees. The moment the spearheads struck, the Dragonslayer twisted his legs just in time, allowing them to graze the edges—merely embedding in the flesh without damaging the bones.
It was purely a superficial wound.
In this way, the Gungnirs were still considered to have hit their mark, preventing them from continuing their relentless pursuit and forcing them to stop.
"Keh keh keh..."
Loki, laughing eerily, pulled himself out of the wall once more, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Well then, in that case—!!!"
With a hint of madness in his voice, Loki did something shocking.
He plunged both hands into his own abdomen and tore open a dark rift.
"Pierce him, Gungnir!"
In the next instant, a barrage of Gungnirs shot forth!