"This isn't what I had in mind!"
Yinsen naturally knew what kind of face-to-face battle Thor had meant. But ever since his strength had reached a certain level, he had become increasingly reluctant to actually "move his hands and feet."
Wasn't this far more stylish? No matter how they fought, all he needed was a thought. As for his body? He could just strike a pose.
If he had not been afraid of provoking Thor too much, he would have conjured a full set of lounge chairs, a coffee table, and drinks, then laid back to watch the show while Thor battled the various weapons he had "created."
With his current strength, he could continuously create all kinds of weapons. If Thor still found that insufficiently exciting, he could even "create" two Vulcan Cannons in midair, or cannons that fired divine power—the kind that could kill gods.
While Yinsen silently struck poses, Thor was already being swarmed by countless swords and blades, hopping about nonstop. He truly had to hop around; if he stood still for even a moment, he would be injured by the endlessly firing weapons. Even though he swung his battle axe like a propeller, and the divine power constantly pouring from him helped destroy the incoming blades and swords.
Yet the attacks seemed endless. Thor had only just managed to close the distance with Yinsen, but now he was being forced back toward his original position again.
"Aaaaah!"
At that moment, Thor, who had been retreating step by step, suddenly erupted with terrifying divine power. His entire body became a humanoid generator, and the thick lightning spilling from him formed a Protective Shield that blasted the swords and blades flying toward him into powder.
Thor's frenzied outburst gave the impression that his divine power was spiraling