Looking at Volstagg collapsed on the ground, and then at Mjolnir in Peter's hand, the mouths of Sif and the other two subconsciously formed an O-shape.
What had they just witnessed? A Midgardian had lifted Mjolnir right in front of Thor's face and sent Volstagg flying? If they weren't gods themselves, they would have started crying out "OMG" right about now!
"Thor, what on earth is going on here?" Sif asked in disbelief.
Thor's face, however, was filled with bitterness: "Just as you have seen, that Midgardian possesses the qualification to lift Mjolnir..."
"Thor!" Fandral shouted. "Pull yourself together, man! You cannot watch your own divine weapon be taken away by a Midgardian!"
"But I am no match for him," Thor answered dejectedly.
"Please!" Sif, who still had no idea how terrifying Peter truly was, helplessly pressed her hand to her forehead. "Stop showing that weak appearance! Now, we will help you take the hammer back, and then we will immediately fight our way back to Asgard, OK?"
The action of Sif and the others risking everything to save him, along with the high-spirited aura they carried, finally reminded Thor of how glorious he used to be. He finally gathered a fraction of his momentum as the God of Thunder and bellowed:
"OK! Once you help me get the hammer back, we will return to Asgard and kick Loki's ass hard!"
This statement from Thor was exactly what Sif and the others had been waiting for! Therefore, the exact split second his words fell, Sif and the other two each brandished their own weapons:
"We are very sorry, Midgardian. You might not have done anything wrong, but your attempt to block the path of gods means you are destined to have a good sleep next, just like Volstagg!"
As they spoke, the three charged toward Peter with loud shouts.
Facing the shouting display of the three, Peter couldn't help but roll his eyes: "If you so-called gods still cannot realize that times have changed, then I can only teach you what manners are in my own way."
As he spoke, Peter gripped Mjolnir, and his body was instantly clad in the Lightning Release Armor.
Fandral's longsword was the first to thrust toward Peter's chest, but before his attack could succeed, he discovered that his longsword actually... could not chop down any further.
"What power is this?!" Fandral lost his color from shock.
"Merely a negligible development of electromagnetic force~" Peter said nonchalantly, while simultaneously swinging Mjolnir in his hand for a casual tap.
Clang!
Accompanied by a crisp sound of metal clashing, the blade of the longsword in Fandral's hand was easily snapped by Mjolnir! At the same time, he was affected by this terrifying, monstrous force and flew backward out of control, just like Volstagg.
This is impossible! Fandral couldn't resist crying out in his heart. His longsword, though not a divine weapon of Mjolnir's caliber, was still high-grade stuff with a Uru metal content exceeding sixty percent.
Under normal circumstances, Mjolnir's divine power alone couldn't snap it. Unless... this Midgardian himself possessed strength no less than Thor's!
If Fandral was merely harboring suspicions, Hogun was witnessing Peter's true strength firsthand!
At the exact same time Fandral was sent flying, Hogun brandished his mace and smashed it over. The angle of his strike was extremely tricky, precisely catching the opening when Peter had just used Mjolnir to knock Fandral away and could not retract his move in time.
In his view, even if his strike didn't smash this Midgardian's brains out on the spot, it would definitely cause the opponent to faint flat out cold.
But facing his mace, Peter remained incomparably composed from beginning to end. He didn't pathetically attempt to roll and dodge, nor did he forcefully retract Mjolnir to return to defense. He merely raised his vacant left fist!
The moment that fist wrapped in lightning was raised, it visibly coated itself in a layer of pitch-black metallic luster.
Clang!
Fist and mace collided, but what resonated was a sharp metal-on-metal clash that made one's eardrums ache. What was even more absurd was that after taking a strike from the mace head-on with his fist, not a single trace of pain appeared on this Midgardian's face.
On the contrary, Hogun himself felt a sharp pain radiating from the webbing between his thumb and forefinger.
He looked down in disbelief and saw blood flowing straight from his hand. The webbing of his hand had actually been torn apart by the raw counter-shock force!
This momentary distraction directly decided the outcome of the battle. Peter seized this opportunity to smoothly deliver a flying kick, easily kicking Hogun away.
Puff~
Hogun, who took this kick, felt as if his internal organs were about to be displaced. After crashing to the ground, he couldn't resist retching sour fluid from his mouth.
"It's time to end this, Midgardian!" Sif shouted as she appeared behind Peter, the tip of her rapier precisely striking the connection point between Mjolnir's head and handle.
Do not look at her as merely a slender girl; her strength far surpassed that of Hogun and Fandral. Sif's parents were both renowned warriors of Asgard, and after her birth, she was even designated by Odin as Thor's future wife due to her outstanding talent.
Therefore, this strike from Sif caught Peter by surprise, causing Mjolnir to slip from his hand and fall to the ground...
Uh, alright, the truth was actually that Peter was worried his hammer might strike this seemingly fragile girl dead on the spot, so he deliberately let go of the hammer in his hand.
"Ah-ha~" Sif let out an excited shout, subsequently whipping her rapier to thrust at Peter repeatedly. She believed that once Peter lost Mjolnir's blessing, he would be absolutely nothing.
But reality slapped her hard across the face.
After losing Mjolnir, Peter's offense did not slow down; instead, it became increasingly effortless. He wasn't good at using weapons like hammers to begin with; bare-handed combat was his most proficient way of fighting.
Peter first dodged repeatedly, easily evading Sif's deadly consecutive thrusts. Then, catching the right opportunity, he moved like lightning and grabbed Sif's wrist. With a single exertion of force, Sif dropped the sword in her hand due to the pain.
Following that, Peter pulled her hand and smoothly twisted her wrist backward. Sif was locked hard in place by a simple grappling move.
"Accursed Midgardian, I command you to release me immediately!" The captured Sif struggled restlessly, but the larger her movements, the stronger the pain radiating from her arm, causing her to grimace continuously from the pain.
This appearance of an arrogant little wild filly triggered Peter's bad taste: "It looks like someone still hasn't learned how to speak properly to a Midgardian!"
As he spoke, he twisted Sif's arm slightly further in the opposite direction, causing the divine girl to nearly kneel on the spot from the pain.
Just as the infuriated Sif was preparing to continue shouting curses, Peter's face suddenly shifted. A sensation that made his scalp tingle struck him, causing him to project a flying Shigan toward Thor without a second thought, subsequently pulling Sif down to hit the ground together.
"You, you audacious Midgardian, how dare you insult a female..."
Before Sif, who was pressed against the ground, could even finish her sentence, she witnessed a scorching laser fly right past her hair. She even caught the scent of her own burnt hair because of it.
The moment she saw this laser, the girl became completely well-behaved. She lay silently beneath Peter without uttering a single word...
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