Knight of the Ring in American comics

Looking at the Valkyrie in front of him who was full of fighting spirit, Crowe felt that his heart was tired. One after another, shouldn't they just retreat in spite of difficulties? These barbarians are hopeless.

"Forget it, let's resolve this battle quickly. I want to eat something to soothe my wounded heart now."

"Show me your prowess."

Sif shouted and charged at Crowe with her shield.

Crowe did not rush forward to meet Sif. Instead, he continuously retreated and distanced himself. He unsheathed his sword with his right hand, condensed a half-moon-shaped light blue air blade, and rushed towards Sif.

Sif didn't dodge, and continued to charge forward. The shield directly hit the light blue air blade. Sif originally thought it was a slash, but the huge impact force made Sif unconsciously stop charging. .

When dealing with Hora, Crow prefers to use air blade slashes to deal with them all at once, but in battles with people, he prefers to turn his slashes into impacts to expose his opponents' flaws or interrupt their movements. .

Sif, who used her shield to resist the impact, turned around and removed the power from the shield.

However, when Sif resisted the impact of the air blade, Crowe stopped retreating and began to rush towards Sif. The wooden sword was sheathed again to charge up.

"Your trick is useless to me."

Sif shouted coldly, spinning her body to remove the force on the shield, and at the same time, she used the shield in her hand as a weapon and threw it towards Crowe.

"Does anyone with a shield know this trick?"

Looking at the shield thrown by Sif, Crowe couldn't help but think of the man known as Marvel's 50-50.

Crowe was too lazy to dodge, so he pulled out the wooden sword that had been charged for a long time in his hand with lightning speed, and cut the shield in half.

His strike once again ignited the atmosphere of everyone present, and cheers continued.

"That way you won't be able to deal with me like you dealt with them."

The moment Sif threw the shield, she jumped up high with both legs, clenched the sword in her hands with both hands, and slashed towards Crowe with one move, like she was splitting Huashan.

Crowe remained expressionless, sheathed his sword, and dodged to the right, just in time to avoid Shivli's heavy blow.

Taking advantage of Sif's hard-core state, Crowe drew his sword boldly and struck the long sword that Sif barely raised to defend, followed by a fierce kick to the long sword in Sif's hand to defend. Sword, followed by a sword dance consisting of slashes and kicks.

"Stop, stop, I admit defeat."

Sif, who had been barely defending, felt that she could no longer withstand this combo, so she could only admit defeat.

There were cheers again around the training ground, the soldiers shouted Crowe's name, and the atmosphere seemed particularly fanatical.

"What is your set of moves? The combination of slashing and kicking is perfect."

Sif, rubbing her wrist, asked Crowe that just now she couldn't find any flaw in this combo, so she could only take the beating obediently.

"A friend of mine taught me this. He called it the pommel horse sword dance."

Crow withdrew the wooden knife and gave Sif a smile of recognition, praying in his heart that no one would come out.

"Sword dance? That is indeed a pleasing sword dance."

Sif sighed slightly and turned to look at Thor.

"It seems that we have to look forward to your revenge on Crowe for us this afternoon."

"Haha, don't worry, I will definitely avenge you."

Thor patted his chest and laughed. Crowe's strength did not disappoint him at all.

"Okay, it's time for us to go. I'm hungry. Is there any delicious food you can introduce to me?"

Crowe asked Thor, and Volstag on the side volunteered to take everyone to a restaurant he knew for dinner. He thought that was the best restaurant in Asgard.

"Okay, you go ahead. I will take Lorna out to introduce Asgard."

Sif said goodbye to everyone and left the training ground with Lorna.

Crowe and others followed Vostagg to a restaurant, which was more like a hotel in a fantasy novel, serving as both a bar and a restaurant.

"There are so many people drinking here in broad daylight. Are you sure the people in Asgard are not drunkards?"

Crowe looked at the crowds of people in the hotel lobby, most of whom came here to drink.

"In Asgard, every good warrior is a drunkard."

Vostagg said as he drank from a large glass of wine, raising a glass and asking Crowe if he wanted to drink.

"No, there is a duel in the afternoon, and I don't want to appear drunk in front of the God King."

Crowe refused to give up Volstagg's big wooden cup, picked up the roasted animal leg in front of him and ate it.

Thor heard Crowe's words, and the wooden cup in his hand stopped in mid-air. Crowe was right. If he was drunk now, how could he appear so heroic in front of the people of Asgard in the afternoon?

"Then I won't drink either, so as not to be blamed by my father and queen this afternoon."

Putting down the wine glass in his hand, Thor could only watch Fandral and others in depression as they drank heavily.

Fandral and the others drank in the hotel from morning to noon, and finally stopped because Crowe excused himself to go back and prepare for the afternoon battle.

"Get well adjusted. I'm very much looking forward to fighting you."

Thor patted Crowe on the shoulder and left Crowe with the three drunken warriors of Asgard.

"What a bunch of drunkards."

Crowe looked at Thor who was gradually going away and could only shake his head. These guys were drinking like water. This was only possible because their bodies were not intoxicated by alcohol.

"Let's think about how to deal with that muscular barbarian Thor? I guess it will be very difficult for me now without using the Lord of the Rings armor."

Crow sighed. He still didn't know why God King Odin arranged this battle, but what was certain was that Ancient One betrayed him.

Time flies by quickly and flies by without you noticing. In the afternoon, Sif brought Lorna to find Crowe and walked over to the arena together.

"You still have such a thing as an arena?" Crowe was amazed.

"This is the place we use to prepare for the tournament. It's similar to the arena on Sakaar."

"It seems that this contest between you and Thor is taken more seriously by the people here than I thought."

Lorna looked at the Asgardians walking towards the arena in groups and sighed to Crowe.

"How could I have imagined that it would alarm so many people to see it?"

Crowe had a sad face. He estimated that this battle had basically spread throughout Asgard, and Odin was definitely behind it.

"I think too many things have happened in Asgard recently, and your battle with Thor is just the right time for them to get over the damage caused by the Frost Giant invasion."

Sif put forward her own deduction, which aroused Crowe's sideways glance.

"You're much better than Thor and those three barbarians who think with their muscles."

"They just prefer a straightforward approach." Sif shrugged helplessly.