Thor.
Ares recognized his identity at a glance.
After all, among the Council of Gods, there seemed to be no second powerful deity who wielded a short-handled hammer and loved to drink.
"Thor, are you willing to submit to the Council of Gods?"
Ares tempted him. "Have you considered working together to reshuffle the Council of Gods? We could take the positions of King of Gods and Father of Gods."
"Not interested. Burp..."
Thor let out a loud burp and flung Mjolnir with one hand.
The hammer became a blur and shot straight ahead.
Boom!
Mjolnir slammed heavily into the rocky mountainside.
Ares watched it fly past him, having completely predicted that the attack would miss.
Thor's legs swayed unsteadily, and his eyes were dazed and unfocused. Ares immediately brimmed with confidence.
Could he possibly lose to a hopelessly drunk drunkard?
He sidestepped Thor's sneak attack as Thor recalled Mjolnir.
"Let's fight in the sky."
The moment he spoke, Ares shot into the clouds, vanishing into the dark storm clouds in the blink of an eye.
Thor swung Mjolnir and followed close behind.
Rumble!
The next second, lightning flashed and thunder roared repeatedly within the clouds.
Those below could not see the battle.
How could mortals possibly glimpse a clash between two gods?
"Princess, the ground is dirty. Stop sleeping."
Allen stepped forward to check Diana's injuries.
From the outside, she appeared uninjured. She was merely dusty and disheveled, her eyes vacant as though she had shut herself away.
The blow had apparently hit her hard, leaving her entire mind frozen.
The proud princess of Themyscira had been beaten so thoroughly in front of everyone that she could not fight back. She had lost all face on the spot.
"Beep boop, beep boop, beep boop. Qingshan Psychiatric Director Allen has