Chapter 263: C255
Two burly blond men, bare-chested and powerful, stood in the arena, staring each other down.
A terrifying aura radiated from them, spreading across the entire coliseum.
Above, the sky churned with dark, roiling clouds. The oppressive atmosphere seemed to press down on the crowd, leaving them breathless. The clouds twisted violently, streaked with thunder and crimson lightning that clashed and danced in chaos.
Suddenly, a gale roared through the arena.
Boom!
The ground trembled as though the end of the world had arrived. Yet, rather than fear, the people in the stands of Asgard were ignited with uncontainable excitement.
"Thor! Thor! Thor!"
"Sumarokov! Sumarokov! Sumarokov!"
Their thunderous chants echoed through the heavens, mingling with the storm above. It was a call that seemed to resonate through the long history of Asgard, awakening ancient heroic spirits. The earth shook, the air rippled, and an indomitable fighting spirit surged in every heart.