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"Hmm! Do you know him?" Gao Tianzun asked, squinting at Loki.

Seeing Gao Tianzun looking at him suspiciously, Loki quickly waved his hand and vetoed:
"How could I know him? Look at his appearance, he doesn't look like a human, nor does a ghost look like a ghost. It's like an old sow climbing a tree and rushing to reincarnate."

Thor's eyes almost bulged out of anger at Loki's words. "My dear brother, you dare to say that you don't know me."

Taking a step back, Loki intentionally kept a distance from Thor.

"It's the first time we meet this friend, don't talk nonsense, it's easy to be misunderstood."

Loki looked at Gao Tianzun, and the implication was obvious that he didn't know this blond bastard at all.

It is not clear who is lying between Sol and Loki, but Gao Tianzun is more willing to believe that, as a high-level magician, Loki will never say anything contrary to his identity.

"I believe Master Loki will not lie to me."

"That's right, Master Grandmaster is heroic." Loki nodded in agreement hastily.

Looking at the confident Gao Tianzun, Sol winked, and cursed secretly in his heart: "This old bastard is not only sinister, but also mentally ill."

"Blonde man, what kind of eyes do you have?"

Gao Tianzun noticed Solna's evil eyes and asked.

Swallowing his saliva, Sol noticed that the old bastard had moved the fire stick to his neck again.

Quickly explained: "A mosquito flew into the eye just now, but I couldn't rub it if I wanted to rub it."

Listening to Sol's explanation, how could Gao Tianzun believe it?
"You're dishonest, come here." Gao Tianzun yelled at His Highness's attendants, "Drag this blond man down, shave his hair, and pull him into the final round."

Several burly men walked up to Saul and dragged him down.

Arms were held, when Thor passed by Loki, he couldn't help but stare at him.

"I shouldn't have believed you."

"Good luck." Loki smiled.

After sending Sol away, Gao Tianzun looked at Loki and sincerely invited: "Master Loki, please move us to the viewing platform next."

Loki smiled sinisterly: "Okay, Master Grandmaster."

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Bound to the barber chair by several attendants, Sol looked at the white-bearded uncle who was about to shave his head, and struggled desperately: "Hey! Do you know who I am? I am the son of Odin, the king of gods. If you want or dare to do something to my hair? I will definitely not let you go."

Ignoring a lot of nonsense that Saul said, the white beard barber picked up his little scissors and began to work on the shiny golden hair.

"Crack...Crack..."

"Crack...CrackCrack..."

After a short haircut, Sol looked at himself in the mirror with a painful face.

The long blond hair was gone, and all that was left was short, sticky hair.

With a distorted face, Sol turned his head and stared at the barber beside him, "No matter what hairstyle I, Sol, can't stop my handsome face."

After hearing Sol's words, the white-bearded uncle felt a surge of stomach acid and felt like vomiting.

He waved towards the door, hoping that the two guards would quickly drag the narcissist away.

Holding Sol's arm again, two guards dragged him into the challenge camp base.

The people here are all players who are ready to challenge for the championship next.

Peeping at Sol who was sent in, the stone man walked towards him, Jian Shao said: "My friend, you are going to be in bad luck next time."

As soon as I came here, a stone man walked over and said to me that I was in bad luck next time.

Anyone who heard this would be angry, let alone Thor who lost his golden hair.

"I said stone man, I am the son of Odin, what would I be afraid of?"

Shaking his head, the stone man introduced: "No matter who you are, I have to advise you, your opponent is very strong next."

"How powerful is it?" Thor provocatively said, "I am as strong as the God of War in Asgard."

Facing a self-righteous and arrogant guy like Saul, the Stone Man has seen eight of them this month.

"I don't know how powerful he is, because I haven't seen him." The stone man paused, and continued: "But I know that none of the brothers who entered the arena from here will come back alive."

Frowning slightly, Thor retreated behind everyone.

"Who's coming up next?"

Sol looked at the group of people in the challenge camp and looked at each other.

As a result, this group of people and the stone man pointed their fingers at himself.

"It can't be me, right?" Sol was confused and said disapprovingly, "I just came in, how could it be my turn so soon?"

The stone man opened his hands and replied helplessly: "There is no way, who will play first is determined by drawing lots, and you are hand-picked by the master, so you don't need to go through our complicated procedures."

Sol felt that God had made a big joke on him. Now that his hammer had been crushed by Hela, what would he use to fight the champion?

With the hammer in his hand, Saul was sure he could beat this champion with ease.

But now that the hammer was gone, Sol inevitably felt worried.

"I don't have the equipment to fight this champion, what should I do?" Sol looked at the stone man, puzzled.

Regarding this question, the stone man was not so nervous and explained: "Don't worry about this. As a challenger, you have the opportunity to go to the arsenal to find a few pieces of equipment for your hand, and then challenge the champion."

Hearing this, Sol felt a little bit of comfort in his heart.

If you fight this champion with brute force alone, he will definitely lose.

But if there is a handy weapon, the ending will be more or less subtly changed.

Just when Saul was praying about how to face the champion later.

In the base of the challenge camp, an attendant walked in.

He looked at Saul and said, "Now it's your turn to play, come on, come with me to the armory to pick some equipment for your hand."

Following behind the attendant, Sol heard the comfort of the stone man behind him: "Brother, I wish you good luck."

The stone man on his back nodded, and Thor smiled and said, "I am the son of Odin, the father of the gods, don't worry! I will definitely come back alive."

Under the watchful eyes of the challengers, Thor followed the attendant to the arsenal.

Looking at the dazzling array of equipment in front of him, Sol's eyes were suddenly attracted by a hammer in the corner.

Sure enough, Thor, the hammer god, still prefers hammers.

Going to the corner and holding up the warhammer, Thor picked up some armor shields in the arsenal.

Then he walked up to the attendant, "I've made my choice, and I'm ready for battle at any time."

"Hmm! Very good." The attendant nodded, "Then please go to the decisive battle with me next."