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Odin and Sean walked in the palace of Asgard together. As Odin told it, Sean understood what Odin's request was referring to.

"A long, long time ago, not long after I became the God King, I foresaw that Asgard would usher in the Twilight of the Gods."

"When I was young, I was arrogant and high-spirited, and I didn't want to succumb to this so-called doomsday prophecy, so I began to conquer the nine realms, trying to kill all those dangerous factors..."

"But it is precisely because of my actions that the Nine Realms seem peaceful and peaceful, but in fact there are turbulent undercurrents, even within Asgard..."

"After a long battle, although Asgard's strength reached its peak, it still failed to change the fact that Ragnarok was coming. At that time, I realized that no matter what I did, Ragnarok would come, but It’ll just be in a different form.”

Odin caressed the medieval-style stone railing and looked at the Asgard warriors sparring below. Seeing them full of energy was like seeing his younger self.

"My request is not difficult for you. I know that the final result has been determined and the general direction cannot be changed, but I hope you can help the Gods continue as much as possible."

After listening to Odin's explanation, Sean roughly understood what Odin meant.

In fact, even if Odin doesn't ask him to do it, Asgard will still be able to survive in the end. Odin just wants to protect as many of his people as possible.

"It's really nothing. If there is a day when you really need me, I will."

Seeing Sean agree, Odin was in a good mood and his spirit was lifted.

"Asgardians!" Odin called to the people training below.

After everyone gathered below, Odin continued to speak: "This is Sean Hunter, a strong man from the atrium. He will hold a banquet in my fairy palace tonight to welcome friends from afar. Ah People of Sgard, show your enthusiasm!”

Just as everyone below was cheering, a straightforward voice sounded from the crowd.

"His Royal Highness the God King!"

Odin looked at Volstagg, one of the biggest fans of his son Thor, who was speaking below.

In the battle following Thor to Jotunheim, only Sif and Hogan were uninjured among the four Asgardian warriors. Fandral and Volstagg were invaded by the ice attributes of the Frost Giants. However, these Asgardians It's nothing to a human being. As long as he is treated properly, he can recover quickly. No, this guy is already on the training ground alive and kicking.

"What do you want to say, Volstagg?" Odin still had a good impression of these powerful warriors who were loyal to Thor.

"I don't think this strong man from the Middle Court is as powerful as you said. After all, we have never seen it." The expression on Volstagg's face was somewhat disdainful. It was obvious that he was dissatisfied with Odin's description of Sean. Not very convinced, and I also learned the reason why Thor was exiled by Odin.

Odin frowned slightly. Volstagg's words were tantamount to challenging his authority, but he also knew that Volstagg's character was like this.

Among the Four Warriors of Asgard, Volstagg is the most reckless, even less fond of using his brain than his son Thor, who probably doesn't even know what a brain is.

Asgard worships the strong, provided you do have the strength you say, and Loki falls into the category that is ridiculed because he always wins through trickery.

Odin thought for a while and thought it would be a good idea to use martial arts to meet friends before the banquet. It would also allow the Asgardians to see how high the sky is.

So Odin turned around and asked Sean what he thought.

Sean shrugged indifferently, and then slowly walked down from the terrace to the crowd below.

Volstagg became even more disdainful when he saw Sean looking so lazy.

He didn't even dare to jump off the balcony, and he had no temper at all when faced with other people's provocations.

"So, who's coming?" Sean said nothing nonsense, his eyes swept over everyone present, and his casual attitude angered many people.

Sif and Fandral looked at each other and decided to take a look first. They felt that since Sean could get Odin's favor, he should have two brushes.

"I'll do it!" Vostagg stood up directly. After all, this competition started because of him.

"What weapon do you want?" Although Volstagg felt that Sean had no real ability, it was still fair.

"I don't need to, you can do whatever you want." Sean was really not interested.

Volstagg felt insulted. He didn't expect Sean to be so good at pretending at this time.

Since Sean doesn't use weapons, he naturally doesn't use them either. As an Asgardian warrior, he is proud of himself. How could he bully a bare-handed person in a competition?

Volstagg handed the giant ax in his hand to his friend Hogan. Fandral frowned and reminded: "Be careful, he may be deliberately irritating you to use the weapon."

Volstagg laughed and said that he could suppress Sean with one hand.

As Odin's divine spear tapped the ground and made the sound of gold and stone clashing, the competition officially began.

Volstagg looked at Sean, who was wearing Asgardian clothes, and sneered, then rushed forward. Fandral and Sif stared closely at the field, preparing to observe Sean's weaknesses.

The moment Vostagg approached Sean with a fist as big as a casserole, there was a muffled sound, and Sean was the only one left standing there.

Sif frowned and looked around with a heroic brow, but did not find Volstagg.

"It's up there." Fandral reminded on the side.

Sif looked up at the sky and saw a small black dot growing bigger and bigger, followed by Volstagg's miserable cry.

Looking at the ground getting closer and closer, Volstagg closed his eyes with a dead heart.

It's over. I'm afraid he won't recover if he doesn't lie down for half a month.

At the moment when Volstagg was about to land, Odin used magic to catch him.

"Thank you, God King." Volstagg was stunned there in fear until Fandral reminded him. He knelt on one knee and saluted Odin who saved his life.

Then Fandral drew the sword from his waist and walked to the opposite side of Sean, holding the sword and looking at Sean.

"Please teach me." Fandral would not be as stupid as Volstagg, because Sean gave up his biggest advantage without using weapons.

In the previous competition, he saw that Sean's speed and strength were stronger than theirs, so Fandral thought that if he wanted to win, he could only win with weapon skills.

"Wait!"

Fandal was about to attack, but Sean on the opposite side suddenly called a halt. Fandal thought he also wanted to take a weapon.

However, Fandal considered himself the best swordsman in the Nine Realms, and he was very confident in his swordsmanship.

After all, even Thor, if he didn't have Mjolnir in his hand, might not be able to defeat Fandal purely by relying on skills, so he gentlemanly said that Sean could choose at will.

"I'm not picking weapons, I just think it's not okay to do it one by one like this." Sean looked up at Odin who was watching the show leisurely on the terrace.

"We Asgardians won't take advantage of others' misfortunes. If you need a rest, just ask." Sif heard Sean say this, she thought that the attack on Volstagg just now exhausted Sean's strength.

Fandal on the field also made a sword flower and put the sword behind his back, indicating that he could wait for Sean to recover before coming.

"I mean this is too slow, everyone here, who still wants to come, come together!"