No one knew how the battle began.
But Odin had clearly gone all out.
First, he summoned his legendary eight-legged steed, Sleipnir, a white horse with the speed and valor of Thunderbolt. Then came Odin's Golden Battle Armor and Gungnir.
Jino was no less willing to back down.
You had a divine steed?
I had Angel Wings.
You had Gungnir?
I had the Man of Steel.
Golden Angel Wings emerged from behind the youth as he continuously exchanged blows with Odin, who rode his divine steed.
They moved relentlessly across the battlefield.
Every attack sent palaces and buildings collapsing.
The Asgardian soldiers who had rushed over upon hearing the news did not dare act rashly or step into this terrifying domain. They could only watch from afar as the two figures turned into countless afterimages, clashing together. Every attack made the air tremble.
"Th-this kind of battle... is this something humans can even do??"
One soldier wore an expression of utter disbelief. He had never heard of Midgardians being this powerful.
But what he witnessed today was something he would never forget for the rest of his life.
"Maybe we should show Midgardians more respect from now on."
With that thought in mind, the group continued watching the battle.
How could one even describe their fight?
Their movements were too fast to follow, but the roaring thunder and lightning, along with the golden magical energy, proved just how fierce the battle was.
Every strike and every punch made the ground quake.
At their level, ordinary hand-to-hand combat and schemes alike were already useless.
Only the simplest, most direct clash of magic—overwhelming brute force with brute force and defeating one's opponent through absolute strength—was the key to victory.
Boom!
Another explosion erupted, and Odin rolled out of the smoke and dust.