The humans in the spectators' stands erupted into commotion when they saw the lineup.
No matter which era they came from, none of them had ever heard Lu Li's name. In their eyes, he was nothing more than an unknown nobody.
Meanwhile, the gods had sent Thor, the Thunder God, a famous figure from Norse Mythology. Humans throughout history, both East and West, had more or less heard of this deity's mighty reputation.
To ordinary human eyes, Thor was carrying a gigantic, terrifying hammer that looked brutally powerful. By comparison, the human representative was not particularly tall beside Thor, and his weapon did not look nearly as violent.
"Why send an unknown like him!? My lord Lü Bu is unmatched under heaven, so why not let him be humanity's vanguard!?"
In one section of the stands, a large group of ancient soldiers had gathered. Among them, a scholar-like man shouted furiously, clearly dissatisfied with Brunhilde's arrangement.
This was Chen Gong of Lü Bu's army. The soldiers under his command also shouted their objections, believing there might be some shady dealings behind this battle between humanity and the gods. Perhaps the gods were simply toying with them, or even rigging the match itself.
The fervor of Lü Bu's army spread to the humans around them. Unease flooded outward like a rising tide. Though the arena was vast, words spread from one person to another, and soon more and more people believed there was some hidden scheme behind the competition.
Incidentally, because the laws of the Heavenly Realm differed from those of the human world, and because the arena required commentary and spectators, sound traveled differently here. That was why everyone could hear Heimdall when he introduced the combatants.
There was also an invisible membrane of light between the stands and the