Hulk staggered from the blow. It lowered its head to look at Chang Wei, a trace of displeasure and confusion flashing through its eyes, as though it did not understand why this human was treating it this way.
But Chang Wei paid no attention to its reaction. His focus had already been completely drawn to this disappointing "performance."
His gaze remained fixed on Thor and the Destroyer Armor on the battlefield.
In his eyes, this battle was nothing more than an utterly farcical joke.
Odin, the King of the Gods of Asgard, had clearly been far too hasty and casual in directing this scene. If Chang Wei had been directing it, he would have carefully arranged an earth-shaking battle between Thor and the Destroyer Armor—three hundred rounds of fierce exchanges, every collision enough to shake the heart.
And at the crucial moment, he might have cleverly arranged a crisis to awaken Thor's potential, allowing his divine power to awaken and transcend his body in a single leap, turning him into the true Thor, God of Thunder, he would later become.
Yet reality was as childish as a game. Thor easily approached the Destroyer Armor, and with a single hammer blow, the once-arrogant armor collapsed with a roar, as if it had never existed at all.
Thor raised Mjolnir high and let out a roar toward the heavens, summoning the power of storms and thunderbolts.
A massive tornado suddenly formed between heaven and earth. It spun and roared, sweeping the Destroyer Armor into its midst and lifting its feet off the ground. Like a puppet controlled by an invisible hand, it tumbled helplessly through the storm.
The Destroyer Armor, which should have been the crystallization of divine blessings from Earth's gods, now appeared so powerless and foolish. It could only rigidly