Sakaar, Arena.
The stands were packed to the brim, cheers rising one after another as everyone anticipated the brutal battle about to begin.
"Spectacular performances, a wonderful night—are you having fun?
"I'm your host. Let's have another round of applause."
At the center of the Arena, the Grandmaster's projection was delivering an opening speech for the fight.
"A warm round of applause for the contestants who perished in today's warm-up matches. And now, enough nonsense—the main event begins."
"Now, allow me to introduce the first contestant—though this is his first appearance, he looks immensely promising. No more words; see for yourselves.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome—Thor."
In the Arena, Thor walked onto the field, frowning as he surveyed everything around him. The audience greeted him with boos.
Thor thought to himself, Are these people blind? I'm an Asgardian warrior.
Too much had happened today—he had lost his father, Odin, only to gain an older sister. That sister wanted to kill him and Loki, had crushed his Hammer, and he had somehow ended up in this bizarre place with his hair cut short...
Right now, he desperately wanted to vent.
Perhaps his opponent would be powerful, but as the prince of Asgard and the god of thunder, he was confident he could crush his enemy, whoever it was.
Thor slowly approached the center of the field. The projected Grandmaster rubbed his hands together and continued, "Let's welcome the next contestant—watch out, here he comes."
As yellow-green fireworks exploded overhead, the atmosphere in the Arena slowly intensified. A feeling called frenzy spread through the venue, even infecting Thor.
The field slowly descended. Thor noticed that the entrance passage before him grew larger as the field lowered, as though the very act of lowering it was a privilege granted to his opponent.
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