Who Told You Mages Couldn't Be Good at Melee?

Thor smiled, his fate uncertain.

But in Alvin's eyes, his face looked even more foolish, as if he wanted everyone to know he had a conspiracy!

"Forget it, don't bother arguing with a fool—" Alvin sighed, deliberately agreeing with Thor, intending to see what would happen.

What tricks is he planning to pull?

"According to our Asgard tradition, an oath must be sworn before a duel."

Thor, confident in his flawless plan and having concealed his identity perfectly, cleared his throat and said, "First, you need to state your name; it's a matter of respect between the duelists!"

Little did Alvin know, in his view, it was full of flaws and a clear case of trying to hide something obvious.

But now that things have come to this, he's too lazy to expose him. He wants to see what this guy is really up to.

Alvin Valshius.

"I am Thor Odin!"

Thor knelt on one knee, bowed his head, slammed his right fist into his heart, and shouted, "In the name of the King of Gods, and with Gungnir as witness, I wish to engage Alvin Valshius in a traditional Asgard duel!"

Here, he deliberately added a subtle detail, specifying that it was a "traditional duel."

Alvin, who knows nothing about "oaths," will inevitably be fooled and fall into his trap!

In Asgard tradition, duels do not allow the use of "magic" or any external aids. As the artifact of the Father King, "Gungnir" has the effect of witnessing oaths, which no one can break!

In other words, if Alvin agrees, then defeat is inevitable!

No matter how powerful a magician is, even his brother Loki, he could never be his match in a traditional duel.

"Now, it's your turn." Thor was secretly delighted, and his face was practically bursting with joy.

It's a pity, he has some brains... but not many.

How could Alvin, who had managed to survive under Tzeentch's nose until today, possibly not see through the wordplay Thor had hidden in the "oath"?

Honestly, if he could at least fake the expression on his face properly, that would be fine!

With an expression that practically screamed "I'm plotting something," even Ogryn wouldn't have fallen for it if he didn't have ulterior motives!

"I, Alvin Valshius, agree."

Alvin covered his face, unable to bear to look.

He now genuinely felt sorry for Odin. He himself was a ruthless and cunning man who had betrayed his daughter, who resembled him most, when he was young. As a result, in his old age, he encountered a son who was so stupid he didn't seem like his own.

That's so dramatic.

After they finished reciting the "oath," a beam of golden light suddenly descended from the sky, enveloping the two of them.

"Don't worry," Thor clenched his fist, a sinister grin spreading across his face. "Now, this is the traditional Asgard dueling arena, witnessed by Gungnir —absolutely fair!"

As they spoke, the golden domain expanded, seemingly isolating the outside world, and the two were pulled into a huge and ancient circular arena!

On a sandy area the size of several football fields, surrounded by a hundred-meter-high rock wall, not far from each of the two men, there was a weapon rack with all sorts of weapons on it.

"A domain? That's interesting--"

At first, when Alvin heard "Gungnir," he had some guesses, but he didn't expect it to be just like in the myth.

Gungnir, also known as the Spear of Destiny or the Spear of the Meteor, is a weapon that grants the vows of anyone who swears an oath to it. This is the origin of the custom of making wishes upon shooting stars.

Gungnir is also a "sure-hit" gun. Once the opponent's name is called out and this divine gun is thrown, no matter where the opponent is, they will definitely be hit. This is also the origin of the word "fate".

"Excellent! I'm increasingly looking forward to the day Odin fulfills his promise." Alvin was overjoyed. If he didn't manage to get Odin's wool all over his body, he'd change his name to Meyer!

Thinking about this, Alvin looked forward to the plan to "train God of Thunder" even more in the future.

He's a bit slow-witted, but at least he can use his brain.

Thor took a Viking longsword from the weapon rack and looked at Alvin with confidence. "You can pick any weapon you're best at, don't say I'm bullying you!"

"Then, a sword it is." Alvin casually picked up a sword from the weapon rack.

Judging from its style, it should be a Viking sword. It is double-edged, broad and centered, with a straight spine and extremely wide blood grooves on both sides. It is extremely hard and has almost no toughness.

"Here, even death doesn't matter," Thor added. "This is Valhalla, built by my Father King, offering the most realistic dueling experience, so there's no need to worry about killing your opponent!"

"... Virtual reality? You're really getting fancy!" Alvin curled his lip. This thing is pretty good. If possible, he'll get one for training Space Marine someday.

"Bring it on."

Thor, also wielding a Viking sword, seemed to completely disregard Alvin. He strode towards him, laughing, "I will show you the terror of the Asgard God of War! I will cut off your head and keep it at my waist as the prize for defeating you!"

Looking at the extremely arrogant Thor who completely disregarded him, Alvin remained unmoved, tilting his sword slightly. "Do you Asgard all like to talk so much nonsense? Or do you believe that nonsense can kill your opponent?"

Upon hearing this, Thor's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Don't be impatient, I'll soon show you what we Asgard are good at!"

As he spoke, he suddenly stomped his foot on the ground.

Boom!

The sand was instantly trampled into pits, and Thor, like a roaring, high-powered sports car, swung his sword at Alvin!

It happened quickly, but ultimately it was still at the level of an ordinary person.

Alvin's gaze remained unwavering. He planned to use his Psychic Power powers to end the tedious duel. After all, this was the "Valhalla," and he didn't need to care about Thor's life or death. He would just teach him a lesson.

But then he suddenly froze.

Psychic Power cannot be used here; this Valhalla arena is designed to block Psychic Power!

"Hahahaha----" Just then, Thor finally couldn't suppress his inner elation and burst into a mocking laugh, "Didn't expect that, did you? This is the traditional duel in Asgard, where no magic is allowed. Here—the only thing you can rely on is your own skill and strength!"

Indigo!

The sword slashed down, but missed its target.

Alvin reacted extremely quickly. After sensing that his Psychic Power had been blocked, he immediately retreated and dodged Thor's sword strike.

"Hmph, just luck." Thor looked at Alvin, a sly smile on his face, "Don't blame me if you lose. Who told you not to ask questions first?"

As he spoke, he turned to look at the viewing platform, raised his clenched left fist towards Heimdall, and declared victory in advance!

"You're a mage, aren't you?" Thor, sword in hand, was ecstatic, as if he were feasting. Every pore of his body radiated mockery. "Too bad, here—you can't use those annoying spells!"

However, contrary to his expectations, Alvin's expression of terror upon learning he could no longer use magic was not what he had imagined—the other party didn't seem to care much.

"I'll teach you to pretend!!!"

Thor was furious at not seeing Alvin break down, and combined with the pain of being bullied in front of everyone by "Mjolnir," he decided not to give Alvin another chance!

The next moment, Thor charged forward, his sword sweeping across with immense force!

The air seemed to be sliced through by the sword's blade; the incredible speed left a sharp, cold glint in Alvin's eyes!

But, in the very next second...

With a single sword strike, he blocked Thor's seemingly inevitable attack. Then, he lowered his sword, hooking and flicking it away!

!

Another sword strike, giving Thor no time to react, a direct cut to his throat, severing his neck.

A head crashed to the ground.

Glug glug...

Even as his head hit the ground, Thor couldn't comprehend it—he had actually lost the duel!

Heimdall, standing on the viewing platform, was immediately filled with shock, horror, and—deep despair. It was over; they were going to become slaves!

Holding the Viking sword, under the astonished gaze of the other man, Alvin, his face smeared with blood, his pupils seemingly flashing with a blood-red light, revealed a "kind" smile, "Excuse me, who told you—I'm good at magic? Besides, it seems there's no rule that says mages can't be good at melee combat, is there?"

The blessing of "Khorne" wasn't given for nothing!

In terms of skill alone, Alvin, who has mastered the "Blessing of Khorne," can be said to be no weaker than an ordinary Chapter Company Champion!

One-on-one?

It's no exaggeration to say that even without Psychic Power, Alvin could still hold Thor's head down and rub it against the arena floor!

Don't ask, it's all thanks to Old K!