Hearing this, Valkyrie angrily walked up to Thor, with a laser net between them.
"Listen carefully, Your Highness."
"This is Sakaar, not Asgard."
"I'm a Scrapper, not a Valkyrie."
"No one can escape this place, so you're going to die anyway."
Just then, the guards came over and dragged Thor away. He struggled desperately, only to be knocked out again by the Neural Inhibitor around his neck.
Thor was once again strapped to a chair. An old man held barbering tools toward him and said:
"Don't move. My hands aren't as steady as they used to be."
Thor looked at him and said solemnly:
"By Odin's beard, you are not cutting my hair."
"Otherwise, you'll taste Thor's fury."
The old man merely smiled and activated the terrifying barbering device in his hand.
Seeing that his threat had no effect, Thor immediately begged:
"Please, please, kind sir, don't cut my hair."
"Please, don't."
"No!"
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Soon, Thor had been cleaned up completely, while the Contest of Champions in the arena began its warm-up.
Countless invited spectators had already taken their seats in the stands. Some spectators piloted spacecraft that hovered overhead.
At that moment, the Grandmaster's enormous phantom appeared in the center of the arena. He opened his mouth and said:
"Look at you all! What an exciting competition tonight!"
"I'm your host. Please give a round of applause to all the fighters from the preliminary matches."
"They died horribly today. What a wonderful competition."
"What an exciting competition tonight. We're all here for the fighting."
"Now, without further delay, the main event begins."
"Though this is his first appearance, he has plenty of potential and a few special tricks."
"I won't say anything more. You can judge for yourselves."
"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Thunder King."
As a gate