The outcome of the battle was beyond doubt.
Although Loki had a fairly famous name, unfortunately, his strength was not proportional to his reputation. Even in mythology, Loki had been a minor character everyone wanted to beat up, someone anyone could bully. Put him up against Fang Zheng, and there was even less to see. In just a few moves, Fang Zheng had beaten Loki to his knees, begging for mercy.
"W-Wait!! We can talk!!!"
Loki lay on the ground, staring in terror at Fang Zheng as he approached. His face was pale, and he desperately waved his hands.
"How about this? We split it! We split it! Fifty-fifty... no, seventy-thirty?"
Fang Zheng remained expressionless in the face of Loki's pleas, walking toward him with the Cane Sword in hand. Loki was practically on the verge of tears.
"Seventy-thirty won't work? Then eighty-twenty? Ninety-ten? How about this, you can have all the money. I only want the faith. What do you say? I guarantee that if we join forces, we'll make a lot of money!"
By now, Isonokami Tao behind them was nearly dumbfounded, but Fang Zheng remained unmoved. Loki was almost despairing.
"Y-You... what exactly do you want...? Is there really no room for negotiation between us?"
"Negotiation, huh."
By then, Fang Zheng had already arrived before Loki. He thought for a moment, then looked at him.
"You said you planned to sell the Golden Apples to wealthy people and make money and gain faith from them, right?"
"That's right..."
"Then how much were you planning to give Idunn?"
"Huh?"
Loki froze at Fang Zheng's question.
"She gets a share too—"
Before Loki could finish, Fang Zheng's Cane Sword pierced through his chest. The next moment, amid a scream, Loki transformed into a Calamity Spirit and vanished into the