Saka was a very free place. It was so free that you could run naked on the streets, and no one would stop you. If you were gifted in something, you might even gain the favor of some ladies. Of course, I'm talking about your face. Don't think too much about it.
You could also stand on the tallest building and loudly insult Saka Planet's God, Gao Tianzun, and no one would stop you. In fact, if your insults were wonderful enough, Gao Tianzun himself would personally appear and reward you. But if your insults were sparse and uninteresting, then the gladiators employed by Gao Tianzun would be more than happy to play a wrestling game with you.
Most importantly, this was an abandoned and exiled place. Remember this, it would allow you to effectively and quickly get rid of all your previous perceptions, and then reshape Saka's unique concept of right and wrong.
"Hey, Saul, come and give me a massage!"
Saul, who had just finished his exercise, returned to his room with a tired body. It was a terrible four-person room. Although the place was big enough, it was not quiet at all. In fact, this was normal. After a Pecker lived in a room, it was impossible to be too quiet.
These aliens were lazy by nature. They liked to eat and sleep, and they almost never bathed. Their whole body exuded a disgusting stench, and they also used this stench as a weapon. But let's be honest, even if they did not have such a disgusting weapon, a normal person would not want to provoke a Pecker. This was because these guys were very strong. Even if they were young, they could break a thick tree with their bare hands, and even break steel.
They did not have a deep civilization. To be precise, they were a group of Milky Way mercenaries. There were many of them, and they were notorious.
Saul was sent to Saka by Bifrost three days ago. In fact, until he was sent to Gao Tianzun's arena by Sif, he had been in a hangover state. In the end, the female general was angry at him for his misfortune. She threw him directly into the gladiator shelter and turned to leave Saka. But according to the gossip, before Ms. Sif left, she seemed to have gone on a private date.
So after Saul woke up, he found that his long blond hair that he was proud of had been shaved off. He was even put on a gladiator's armor and became Gladiator No. 1543. Tomorrow, it would be his first appearance in the arena.
It was not that Saul had not tried to escape, but unfortunately, he had lost his warhammer and could only rely on the physique of an Asgardian to fight against the warriors. After defeating ten warriors, he was recaptured and thrown into the confinement room for a day. When he came out, there was already a Piccolo "roommate" in the room that no one was willing to accept.
"Go to hell."
In the face of this gluttonous and lazy fellow's excessive request, Saul coldly threw out a sentence. He then sat on his bed and prepared to have a good rest.
He didn't intend to waste too much time on Saka Star, but when he was in confinement, he accidentally saw a person he would never forget.
Saber!
The villain who almost killed his father, killed his brother, and destroyed everything he had was here. After asking around, Saul learned that Saber was the champion of this championship battle. After the end of the promotion round and the beginning of the elimination round, every ace gladiator had a chance to challenge the champion. Once they succeeded, they would automatically become the new champion. After the first place was determined in the elimination round, the two would fight to determine the final champion.
Saul didn't care about the championship. He only cared about one thing. In the elimination round, no one could admit defeat unless one party lost consciousness or died directly!
In other words, as long as he could enter the elimination round, he would have a chance to kill Saber in the battle!
He would avenge Loki and his father!
Saul, who was immersed in his own state of mind, did not realize that his rude and unreasonable "roommate" had been stimulated by his casual words to the point of going crazy.
"Bang!"
A fist covered in scales and stained with oil slammed into the wooden plank beside Saul. He raised his head and smelled a terrible smell.
"You're itching for a beating, aren't you?"
The Pickleman's face twitched with a grin, "I'll teach you a lesson today!"
After that, he raised his hand and was about to hit Saul. There was no such thing as a private fight in Saka Star. In the past few days, the Destroyer had left several corpses at the door of his single room. But then again, a gladiator who could be killed by an assassin really couldn't be called an ace gladiator.
However, the punch did not land on Saul's face. Just as the Pecker's fist was about to land, a foot wearing a black combat boot kicked him from behind. The kick was so powerful that it sent the Pecker flying to the corner of the wall. His head was bleeding.
This scene surprised Saul a little, but he didn't get up. After all, he was also the prince of Asgard, and Saul had seen the world.
The one who walked into the room was a man in black armor, but he was not a guest. On the contrary, after he kicked the Pecker away, he stood aside and another tall man walked in behind him.
This was a very strange guy, wearing a silver-white lightning winged helmet, a set of silver and red interwoven armor, and a red cloak. He looked very powerful, and on his belt, he carried a black warhammer. As he walked, thunder and lightning overflowed.
However, the most striking thing was not his posture and his weapon, but his face.
The rest of his body was no different from a human's, but his face … It was the face of a horse, the face of an ordinary warhorse. When he opened his mouth, one could see his teeth that were as white as a horse's. Although it was strange to describe it, the eyes on the horse's face shone with a calm light.
"Your name is Saul?"
The horse-faced man walked in and frowned slightly. Obviously, the smell of the Pickleman made him a little nauseous. He stretched out his finger and shook it. The previous servant picked up the Pickleman and threw him directly out of the window. Saul glanced at him and knew that the pig-like guy was dead.
The place where he lived was nearly 100 meters high. With the strength of the Pickleman, falling down in this unconscious state …
"En."
Saul nodded, and the horse-faced man smiled. He leaned on the chair in a friendly manner and asked,
"I heard that you gave yourself the nickname Thor?"
"That's not a nickname!"
Saul raised a finger, and a blue electric current flashed on his fingertips. He looked at the horse-faced man in front of him and said, "I am the Thor of Asgard and the Nine Realms. From the moment I was born, I was!"
"Okay."
The horse-faced man shrugged and said, "Then let's discuss something … You don't have to use the name Thor anymore."
He said it casually as if he was describing a fact, but Saul's expression had turned cold. This change did not escape the horse-faced man's notice. He said softly,
"I'm not humiliating you, Saul. There are four people's faces on the War God Totem of Saka planet. The second one … is also called Thor."
He pointed at himself and said,
"That's me … I'm the overlord of the championship battle 170 years ago. The nickname Thor was given to me by them. Don't tell me you don't know the rules of Saka planet? You can't use the same nickname unless I'm dead. "
Saul snorted. He stretched his body and sat more comfortably on the bed. He crossed his arms over his shoulders. A hint of mockery flashed across his face, which had been shaved short, making him look younger and more spirited.
"Why should I follow your rules? Why should I change my name … and not you? "
"Because …"
Just like Saul, Horse-Faced Thor extended a finger. A blue light that was as flexible as a real lightning snake danced back and forth on his fingertip. Saul's expression turned ugly. He heard Horse-Faced Thor say in a low voice, "This is a world of strength.
"Strength speaks for itself in this world. There can't be two Thunder Gods under this sky. To be honest, I'm looking forward to having a real fight with you in the knockout round to decide who the Thunder God belongs to. But at least for now … Saul, for your own good, change your name."
Bang!
The metal rod in Saul's hand was bent. This humiliation made him want to stand up right now and fight with the madman in front of him. Judging from the power of the lightning, he, who had lost Mjolnir, probably couldn't last more than ten moves. But just when his rationality could no longer bear the impact of his anger, another voice came.
"I advise you not to force him to do something he doesn't want to do."
The Horse-faced Thunder God turned around. The door that his attendant had been guarding had already been opened, and his attendant, who had been through hundreds of battles with him, was thrown at the feet of the intruder like a broken doll. There were no obvious wounds on his body, but the insidious demonic fire … was burning his internal organs and soul.
"Overlord said that this person used to be his friend. If you dare to do anything bad to him …"
Drax the Destroyer reached out and took the War Scepter from his back. He swung it casually, and with a click, a ferocious armor-piercing awl popped out from the top of the warhammer. The rude man put the warhammer in front of him and said in a low voice,
"He'll come to 'play' with you soon …"
Horse-Faced Thor's gaze didn't stay on Drax for long. Instead, it gathered on the War Scepter. His eyes flashed, and he whispered,
"Where's Ares?"
"There's only one way to make a warrior put down his weapon …"
Drax didn't answer directly, but the answer was enough.
Horse-Faced Thor heaved a sigh of relief. He stood up and patted the silent Thor on the shoulder.
"From today onwards, you'll be called 'Thunderman' … until you take your name back from me. I'm looking forward to seeing you in the elimination round, Thor. Don't let me down."
After that, Horse-Faced Thor flicked his finger, and a flicker of lightning entered his attendant's body. A moment later, the magic fire inside his attendant's body was extinguished. The attendant glared at Drax fiercely, but in the end, he quietly left with Horse-Faced Thor.
"Overlord asked me to bring you a message …"
Drax the Destroyer put away the War Scepter and walked to Thor, who was silent with his head lowered. This guy didn't know how to be tactful, so he directly said,
"Overlord knows what you want to do. He knows what you want. He will agree to your duel in the arena, but first, you have to enter the elimination round on your own. He said that for people like you and him, all grudges will be resolved with fists and weapons … and …"
"He asked me to tell you that you are the Thunder God, not the Hammer God …"
Drax the Destroyer didn't know what this sentence meant. He just repeated it as it was and turned to leave. Just as he reached the door, Thor whispered,
"Just now … thank you."
Drax the Destroyer snorted.
"There's no need to thank me, Lei Ren … If I were you, I would fight my way into the elimination round and beat up that arrogant bastard until his mother couldn't recognize him. Then, I would step on his heart and take away his name, his weapon, his glory … I would take away everything from him!"
"Instead of lowering your head in silence like a woman …"
Drax was not a talkative person, so in the end, he used a very hurtful sentence to end the conversation.
"I don't know about the grudge between you and Overlord, but at least in my opinion, you are not qualified to be his opponent … at least not now!"
Drax the Destroyer left, leaving Thor alone in the messy room.
He sat there and looked at his hands. After losing Mjolnir, how long had it been since he had practiced with his companions? How long had it been since he had touched a weapon? How long had it been since he had been on the battlefield?
Was wine really that tasty?
Would the pain really dissipate after drinking wine? If it was that simple, everyone in the world would be an alcoholic.
"Bang!"
Thor smashed his head on the mirror in front of him. This mirror was specially made by the Supreme Celestial Lord and was unusually strong. Thor was like a mad cow, beating the mirror until it was completely broken. He raised his head. In the broken mirror, there were several faces, eyes, and eyebrows.
"Tomorrow … Tomorrow I will let you know … I, Thor, am back!"
Fine electric currents wrapped around his body, but they quickly retracted back into his body, like a newborn force that couldn't be controlled well.
"Thunderman? Haha … Good name! "
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