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However, the work was a bit troublesome to adjust, so much so that someone almost touched the statue, and an emergency patch was applied.

"What's happening here?"

Even though Thor had a big heart, he couldn't help but be stunned by such a sudden situation. He quickly glanced around. The surrounding area was a bit empty, and there was mist in the distance. He moved closer and found that there was no place to step in the area covered by mist, which means there was no land.

"This is the fifth gate."

Green lazily supported his chin, leaning back in the chair, his scarlet pupils looking elsewhere aimlessly, which revealed his carelessness. Perhaps it was because the other party was the guy his father had specifically mentioned to be careful with his behavior and not to let him engage in those so-called bad tastes, so he felt bored.

"You will challenge warrior after warrior here until you reach..."

When Green said this, his tone paused, and a feeling of unwillingness filled his whole body, but he still managed to restrain himself, restraining his wanton and willful nature.

Although he was unhappy that Chunchun was ranked behind him, because that meant that Chunchun was stronger than him, so he was qualified to be the final test, but this was the fact. His strength was indeed not as good as Chunchun, so what was there to be unwilling about? Instead of venting his useless anger, he might as well calm down and defeat that guy openly. After all, he still had plenty of time to grow.

"In the face of purity, this will be your final threshold. Win all these battles, and you will gain the respect of this hall, as well as the so-called glory."

When he mentioned the word "glory", he emphasized it. He never understood the use of such an intangible thing, but his father respected it very much, so he might as well respect it a little.

"So you want to fight, huh? I'm good at it."

Thor showed off his muscles confidently, but suddenly remembered how he was powerless against the ghost before, and also remembered the enemy that covered the sky and the earth in the war, and asked with some caution.

"How many people? Who are they?"

"They're just defeated warriors. Besides, with the exception of a few, it's basically one-on-one duels. Although it's a round-robin format, there's plenty of time for rest. After every few battles, there's a bench and a hot spring, enough to wash away all the fatigue. If you can't hold on during a challenge, it doesn't matter. In this hall, you won't truly die. The worst that can happen is you'll just start over."

He looked at Thor's growing confidence, his scarlet eyes almost narrowed into a horizontal line, and his long, distinct knuckles tapped on the edge of the huge throne. He thought of the unfortunate guy who was still struggling in pain, and he was so happy that he almost laughed out loud.

He snapped his fingers and pulled up the other party's surveillance video in a place where Thor couldn't see. Yes, the other party had barely squeezed in for two hours, but he didn't make a big charge, and he would have to start from the beginning when he died. This time was almost the limit of his compression. He planned to wait until the other party completely collapsed, then go over, and then stand in front of the other party, looking down at this arrogant guy, watching him dejected and depressed and forced to admit defeat. It must be very interesting.

Thor didn't know all this. He clenched his hammer, and then two huge flying insects appeared out of nowhere. The two insects were not ugly, and even looked a little cute when you looked closely. Their sharp roars made them look like disorderly beasts.

Thor thought so, but he soon found out that he was wrong. Two huge beasts flew down from the sky from the left and right sides and rushed towards him. He swung his hammer and hit the insect behind him hard.

Then he opened his arms and hugged the big guy who was rushing forward. Thor held on to the opponent with all his strength. In fact, for Thor, this was also a gamble. In case the opponent was stronger than him, he would inevitably suffer a loss.

But didn't the guy sitting on the platform say that this was a duel without a death penalty? Then he didn't need to care so much.

But before they could wrestle for long, the opponent's wings suddenly flapped and flew into the air, taking him up to the sky with it. As the plague faded, the eyes that had been blinded to wisdom began to flash again with the wisdom that this race should have.

Thor was brought into the air with a dazed look on his face. Before he could struggle, he was swung around and flew into the clouds. As he continued to fall, he saw the golden things around him gradually fade away until only pure black remained, and then.

When he opened his eyes, he was back in the stands, but the two giant bugs were gone.

"I didn't expect it to happen so soon. You're the first challenger to die there."

Green silently hid the fact that his father was the only challenger. He didn't lie anyway, he just omitted some of the facts.

"So are you going to take on the next challenge? Or maybe just renovate?"

Thor looked at the man with a dark face, gritted his teeth, and a rising anger rose in his heart.

"continue!"

101 Challenges from various bosses and the cell people who are unwilling to leave

Thor finally won. He blew up the two damn big flying insects. The bodies of the two flying insects, which were filled with the essence of dreams, exploded instantly, and white souls floated out. He himself was also covered with scars and could only hold the hammer and breathe heavily.

But soon, the soul accumulated from the previous fighting quickly and quietly nourished the body, and even the mental fatigue was expelled.

"Come on! Keep going! Keep fighting!"

Thor let out a hearty roar. He never had any problem with tough battles, and he even felt happy about it.

Green, who was lying lazily on the throne, snapped his fingers. The originally spacious venue changed in the blink of an eye, becoming crowded and narrow. The ground was covered with pits and sharp thorns. A fat and huge insect came into Thor's sight.

The short wings flapped with great effort, and it seemed that at any moment they would be unable to support the fat weight and would fall down. Thor did not think this was unreasonable. After all, he had seen many magical creatures, and it was not a problem for them to be able to fly even if they had no wings at all.

This thing seemed to be even dumber than the previous two, and could only rush around mindlessly. However, in the narrow space, he had almost no place to hide, so he could only grit his teeth and wrestle with it. However, the opponent's strength was far beyond his imagination, especially when it bounced up and down and pressed down. He felt like a whole mountain was pressing down on him, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Or they would be knocked directly into a pile of thorns, grimacing in pain and finally trying to climb up, only to be knocked back to their original position.

After a flurry of activity, GG was called.

Before Thor fell, he seemed to hear a slightly ironic chuckle, but this trance did not last long, and he appeared in the arena intact, and the originally narrow venue returned to its original spaciousness.

He probably understood what it meant to have to start all over again if he fell, but there was only a fanatical light in his eyes, without any fear of retreating. He was Thor, the God of Thunder, how could he admit defeat so easily?

Green sat in the chair and yawned boredly. He shook a red glass made of some unknown material, which was filled with soul. Then he brought it to his mouth and took a sip. The taste was mellower than he had imagined.

He didn't look at the people on the stage anymore because he knew that they might still die, but soon, an unusual movement caught his attention.

He turned on the surveillance camera and shifted his focus to the pain.

The guy with his head on fire was lying almost half dead beside the statue at the finish line. He didn't even have the strength to raise his middle finger. Even when Chunchun appeared in front of him, he just raised his hand with great difficulty, and then put it down dejectedly.

But those huge, unignorable eyes were filled with resentment that could not be ignored no matter what.

"ended."

He was narrating a fact in a purely calm manner. If Green were here, he would probably say, "Congratulations on your victory," and then applaud, with sarcasm written all over his face.

"59 minutes 31 seconds."

After a long time, the cell man, who had barely recovered some energy, raised the sign, lay on the ground and looked up at the people, then he had no strength left and the sign fell from his hand.

〔convex(?_?)convex〕

His face was in such close contact with the ground that it was almost deformed. He didn't know how much time had passed. Anyway, he was just lying on the ground, and Chunchun was just watching from the side, without saying a word, just silently watching with a blank look without any emotion.

Perhaps the cell man had finally rested enough, or perhaps his scalp was numbing from this atmosphere, and he once again stubbornly raised the sign.

[I shouldn't have given you my fucking trust. I agreed not to exceed that guy's record of one hour. If I hadn't beaten him within an hour, I would have really believed your lies.]

As if a certain cell had thought of something, he raised the sign again.

[Or is it that the ghosts don't know about this, and it's just a bunch of you politicians who are deceiving your superiors and your subordinates who did it on your own?]

He recalled his previous conversation with another group member, the betrayal, the hypocrisy, and the corrupt money. His cells inexplicably felt a bone-chilling sensation coming from a body that had long been dead and whose blood should not be flowing.

So he tried his best to be sarcastic, satirizing those bastards who had rebellious blood in their bones.

“No lies, no deception.”

Just tell him that.

Cell originally wanted to throw the wooden sign at him to punish him for his lie, but he didn't. He figured out one thing: if he wasn't lying, then the guy named Ghost had achieved a limit he had never imagined at an incredible speed.

(See the records)

This is what he said to Chunchun, and Chunchun nodded without objecting, but silently gave him what he wanted.

From the start to the end, the guy named Ghost hardly touched the ground. If he hadn't watched it over and over again, he would have thought that the guy could fly, but it wasn't.

It was smooth as flowing water, without a single flaw. The speed was squeezed to the limit, so fast that he could hardly see his reaction. The whole process took no more than two minutes. His previous ridiculous climbing speed was seen by the other party, who would probably laugh until he couldn't straighten his back. Even though he knew that the guy called Ghost would never laugh at him, it was still a great irony.

"You're missing something."

To be honest, the opponent's aerial jump is too useless compared to the Emperor's Wings. If it weren't for the height advantage, he probably wouldn't even be able to meet the first condition. The opponent's roll is also much weaker than the sprint, not to mention the big charge, which he simply doesn't have the means to achieve.

Just as Chunchun finished saying these words, three things rose in front of the Cell Man: a purple crystal, black transparent elytra, and a gray cloak.

The cell man got up from the ground and took the three things away without any hesitation. It would be a waste not to take such good things. Once they were in his hands, there was no way he could take them out.

"You can leave now."

Chunchun made a gesture to the person to leave, but the cell man refused.

"I don't think I'm weaker than that guy. I think I should be able to continue here and repeatedly try this thorny corridor, right?"

He has obtained everything and has the same ability as that guy. He doesn't believe that the gap between them is so big. He even has greater ambitions, such as surpassing. Why can't he do it? He has to try.

Pure looked at the man deeply and stopped trying to stop him. It saw deep ambition in his eyes, but what did it have to do with it? As long as the man didn't destroy the scene or make any moves to escape before completing the conditions, it had no excuse to stop him.

102 Today’s Thor hasn’t finished his beating career

What is there to say?

Death will eventually hone your skills.

Although Thor was not quite sure whether this sentence existed or whether it was just something he made up on the spur of the moment, he felt that he had accumulated enough deaths and had learned enough.

From the initial panic and awkward coping to the gradual proficiency and quick response later on, God knows how many times he paid the price of death, but since those prices can become the steps for his progress, why not do it?

The people below were having more and more fun fighting, and even fell into a state of enjoyment.

But that was not the case with Green who was sitting upright above. His knuckles kept tapping the armrests of the chair in a very rhythmic manner. His scarlet pupils were difficult to focus, and the bright red glass creaked from being squeezed, all of which reflected his anxiety.

He neither got the fun he deserved from the cell man, nor found any interest in the unfortunate guy below. This terrible feeling made the anxiety that was forcibly suppressed when he was separated from his father even heavier, until the glass cup shattered under such heavy pressure. The soul that escaped the bondage dissipated between heaven and earth after a moment. A faint tingling sensation forced him to come back to his senses, and black blood stained his hands.

The familiar smell of the void that symbolized his father permeated the empty space as the blood spilled. He licked the blood from between his fingers in silence. The unique smell of the void soothed his original restlessness, and Green calmed down again.

He snapped his fingers, and the glass appeared in his hand intact again, with only the blood still seeping from the wound, symbolizing that everything was not false.

But this time, the bloody wine glass no longer contained a pure white soul, but a pure black void mixed with blood.

Green tasted it with fondness, and finally he was willing to devote his attention to the guy who was still fighting, and even made a few sarcastic comments occasionally when he was in a good mood.

Thor didn't notice the movement here, but the opponent in front of him was enough to divert all his attention.

He first blew up two huge flying insects, then skillfully crushed something that looked like a weevil in a narrow cage full of traps, and then beat up a guy who was covered in armor.

To be honest, the guy in the huge armor looked quite imposing when he appeared, but when it came to fighting, he was the simplest one among those bugs. He was brainless and had no rules. He also didn't expect that there was a fat white guy hidden under the huge armor.

He inexplicably felt that the thing was not worthy of the owner of this armor, because it was not worthy. He thought that the guy who originally mastered this armor should be an extremely brave guy.

He put his chaotic thoughts behind him and continued to face the next enemy.

He also encountered a large ball of grass. It looked so huge, but its power was not as great as the thing flying in the sky with short wings. As a result, after the ball of grass was blown up, three tiny insects emerged, which made Thor laugh.

It didn't take much effort for him to deal with this big ball of grass. It was the second easiest one among all the enemies.

Then there was a bug wearing a long skirt, which might be the female warrior on their side, but who cares? Anyway, the opponent was the one he wanted to knock down.

The battle was extremely difficult and tense. In fact, it didn't have to be this way, but he felt that the opponent was holding back and not using all his strength. This discovery made Thor very angry. No matter what the reason, in such a fight for honor, there should be no holding back in the arena. This is not only a respect for oneself, but also for the opponent. In the end, Thor was almost wrestling with the opponent with brute force, without any skill at all, and naturally suffered a lot.

Then there's a guy covered in thorns. It's not difficult, but you have to be careful not to fall off the platform accidentally. Once you fall off the platform, no matter whether the injury exceeds your own limit or not, the fight will have to start from the beginning.

Then the next battle was really fresh in his memory, not for any other reason, but because of the smell and the soft ground that was difficult to stand on.

But the smell was really unbearable for ordinary people. God knows how he ended the fight. He never had such a bad problem as mysophobia before, but after the fight, he felt uncomfortable all over and needed a good hot bath.

By the way, that guy's roar was also particularly funny, but after removing those terrible and unbearable characteristics, the other party was indeed a warrior worthy of his respect.

Thor's face darkened as he recalled the unpleasant smell, and he silently added a few more words. He could only stand far away and show respect to the warrior from a distance.

The next boss was pretty standard, nothing much to say about it. There was a guy who looked like a rice cooker and sprayed some kind of orange liquid. Once that orange liquid stuck to his body, it would immediately corrode a large area of ​​his skin and could even penetrate into his flesh. If he hadn't used his hammer to make a circle to block all of it, he wouldn't know when he would be able to kill this guy.

But now he is facing a truly powerful enemy, a master of swordsmanship worthy of respect. Every move of the opponent reveals his relationship with his so-called mentor. He just doesn't know if the opponent is his senior brother or his mentor's mentor?

It should be his senior brother. He came to the following conclusion after he blocked the opponent's attack with a hammer. Although he did have some doubts about the fact that the attack launched by the opponent's larger body was not as heavy as that of his mentor.

But then I thought that the other party was also some kind of god, so it wasn't surprising.

The fights were extremely difficult. Every time at the end, he almost didn't have the strength to even hold the hammer. His hands were sore from the opponent's heavy force. Many times he could only barely hold the hammer to prevent it from slipping out of his hands. He once suspected that if this continued, he might not be able to move forward, and it was unknown whether he could get out of here at that time.

However, given that the previous few people's abilities hadn't progressed uniformly from easy to difficult, he let down his guard a bit. But even if things really got increasingly difficult, would Thor give up? Not necessarily. People who have always had no worries about food and clothing tend to be more proud and arrogant, and value glory more. No one considers how hard it was for others to obtain something that comes easily.

After squeezing out all the souls that he had absorbed before, the other party finally fell down, and he had no strength left. He watched the other party bow to him, and he reluctantly returned the greeting, hoping that he would have some room to breathe.

Thor thought so.

103 Wilson's Request for Help and the Power of Fire and the Void

Great Scientist: Help...

The originally scattered and lifeless atmosphere in the group chats suddenly became heated up. No matter if they had something to do or not, except for a certain bastard who was still suffering, basically everyone showed up.

After all, since the people in the group got to know each other's nature, they basically all treated their group members as friends sincerely. They didn't even throw that bastard who deserved a beating into the non-recyclable trash can. People always change.

Steve, who has changed the most, is particularly convinced of this.

[God of the Void] Ghost: What happened?

Tony Stark, who was repairing something, also saw this message in the group. He added with emotion in his heart that it was a very familiar sentence, even the punctuation marks were the same, and then silently added a concerned question.