Thor truly tossed the hammer in his hand down by his feet, just as he had promised.
To make Set accept his defeat wholeheartedly, he even dispersed the electricity coursing over his body. Thor was confident that, relying solely on his own strength, he could beat the jackal-headed man before him into submission.
Of course, he knew Set probably had some scheme behind his proposal for another one-on-one fight. But no matter what tricks his opponent intended to play, they meant nothing before absolute strength.
Set, meanwhile, could read Thor's intense desire to break a few more of his ribs from his eyes.
"Now that's more like it." Battle intent flared in Set's eyes as well. "Fighting Old Gods really is the best. Those New Gods may have divine power, but every last one of them is too damn effeminate."
"If those words got out, you'd stir up conflict between the New Gods and the Old Gods again. But..." Thor paused. "Personally, I couldn't agree more. Looks like even trash can occasionally say something pleasant."
"Is that so? Then try my fist again!" Set roared after saying that, gathering all the strength in his body into his arm. His right hand instantly swelled to more than twice its original size, the veins bulging across it as thick as fingers and packed together like earthworms.
Thor's expression grew somewhat more solemn at the sight. Whatever else could be said, Set was one of the Ennead of Egypt in Egyptian Mythology. He possessed genuine strength, and like Thor, he had endured the test of time. Though his divine power had steadily weakened, his combat techniques had only become more refined.
Thor prepared himself to meet the attack, but then the expression on his face froze.
Set, who had just finished talking big