Loki's eyes darted around, and he enthusiastically leaned in. "Uncle, your armor must be very powerful, right?"
"We can conduct some practical tests and have professionals test how powerful it truly is, so we have a clear idea, right?"
Aaron knew Loki's thoughts without even guessing.
"No need for all that trouble, why don't you try it?"
Loki's face turned pale upon hearing this, and he repeatedly shook his head. "Let Thor do it. Uncle, you know I'm so small and weak, how could I be a match for a strong person like you?"
Thor shook his head repeatedly after hearing this. "Uncle, you know, my hammer is gone... ugh!"
Looking at mjolnir suddenly flying in front of him, Thor was instantly speechless.
He laughed awkwardly and looked up. "What I mean is, I've fallen in love with axes, and I'm unaccustomed to hammers."
That's it. This child is beyond saving.
Everyone thought so in unison.
Sure enough, mjolnir, upon hearing this, looked like it was staring at a scumbag. It dropped down, hit Thor's foot, and then flew back to Aaron's side.
Although it feared Aaron, it hated Thor even more.
Pah! Big scumbag!
Thor hopped around, clutching his foot.
Fortunately, mjolnir still had some regard for their past feelings and held back a little with that hit. Otherwise, even someone as powerful as Thor would have to lie down for a few days with a healing stone.
"I'll do it."
Odin finally couldn't bear it anymore.
The vast Asgard couldn't even produce someone to hold the fort. So much so that he, at five thousand years old, still had to go into battle.
Frigga looked over with concern.
Aaron was also quite surprised.
Odin's eyes were serious as he said, "Loki was right just now. We must clearly understand every bit of our hidden potential and every piece of equipment to better prepare for the battles ahead."
As he spoke, his gaze subtly swept over Thor, but the latter hadn't heard a word, still clutching his foot and grimacing, looking at mjolnir with reluctance.
What a disaster!
Odin couldn't bear to look, turned to Aaron, and took a deep breath. "I am old now. Asgard's future rests in your hands. Although you have the blood of the Asgardian royalty and Celestials flowing through you, possessing the great strength of both races, you haven't undergone enough tempering in war."
"True strong individuals, in addition to having unyielding courage, the determination to face death, and great strength, should also experience more actual combat, refine their fighting skills, and be able to skillfully use every kind of power."
"You are too young. Having power without being able to fully utilize it is very dangerous."
Amidst Frigga's worry, Odin laid out his cards. "I have a premonition that in the coming period, Asgard may face a huge threat. You must be strong enough to face those enemies lurking in the darkness, eager to stir trouble."
"Father, I..."
Thor was about to step forward and thump his chest in assurance.
However, Odin merely gave him a cold glance, and Thor immediately fell silent, obediently retreating to listen quietly.
Loki's eyes darted around, listening intently, content to be quiet.
Odin helplessly turned his head, completely disappointed in Thor and Loki's abilities.
"Aaron, I see that your strength is extraordinary, a one-in-a-million Genius. Maintaining the peace of the Nine Realms depends on you."
Aaron's lips twitched. Why did he have a strange sense of familiarity?
Tell me, did you secretly go to Earth to watch TV?
Aaron really wanted to say that he had extremely strong control over his body, stronger than Odin's but Odin didn't think so.
Odin believed that Aaron's power, relying on his bloodline, was indeed very great, and his potential was extraordinary.
However, no matter how monstrous Aaron was, he was only twenty-two years old, which in Asgard was like a child still bouncing around.
Did Aaron have time to master various abilities and improve his combat skills after awakening his power? Odin didn't think so.
In front of the five-thousand-year-old Odin, twenty-two-year-old Aaron hadn't even reached a fraction of his age.
No matter how strong one's power, without combat skills, it was all empty talk.
This was also Odin's biggest concern.
Aaron had defeated Thor but that wasn't considered a mind blowing feat for Odin. In his eyes, the current Thor couldn't even be called a strong person.
Those truly strong individuals wouldn't even consider Thor.
Only Aaron had the potential to carry the mantle.
"Come on, don't worry about my aging body. Although I am old, my power has not diminished."
"Put on your gear and let's have a good fight."
Odin waved his hand, and Destroyer arrived with heavy footsteps.
The front armor opened like liquid, and Odin stepped back, merging with the armor in a tacit understanding.
He held Gungnir in his hand, only his sharp eyes visible.
This was Odin's strongest state.
Even when dealing with Laufey, he hadn't been this serious. This showed his emphasis on Aaron.
Aaron shook his head helplessly. "Alright, since that's the case, I'll play with you."
"I'll only use the armor's power. Don't say I'm bullying old people."
Odin frowned. "Use all your power, I'm not as fragile as you think."
He did sense the astonishing power contained within Aaron's armor, even needing him to mobilize the power of Asgard to confidently suppress it. But sometimes, immense energy doesn't necessarily mean greater power.
Surtur in his prime had nearly infinite energy, a body comparable to the highest mountains, with his feet on the ground and his head touching the blue sky. A casual strike from him would be more than tens of thousands of tons of force.
How mighty was that?
But Surtur still lost to him.
As a God King who had fought for thousands of years, defeated countless powerful enemies, and made numerous Universal Empires dare not confront him directly, Odin had the right to say that.
Aaron didn't rush to explain.
Everything is decided by fists.
As energy surged, the head armor reappeared, encasing every inch of Aaron's skin.
Since he said he would only use the armor's power, Aaron would not waver easily.
His armor possessed super strength. Upon completion of donning, it would grant the user a physical boost. It could grant the user a thousand tons of immense strength.
This was not the armor's limit, but merely the user's limit. The stronger the user, the stronger this boost.
Theoretically, with Aaron's current physique, this number could go straight to ten thousand tons. It was already difficult to measure with specific numbers.
But Aaron was currently only using the armor's most basic state.