At night, Asgard was ablaze with lights.
In a palace built of gold and silver, many Asgardians had gathered, both men and women.
They clinked glasses and drank together. The wine seemed endless, and there was no shortage of food. All they had to do was enjoy themselves.
Li Ang was among them, and everyone was trying to get him drunk.
It had become clear that the strength the Asgardians were so proud of was nothing in the face of his.
Since they couldn't beat him in strength, they'd have to challenge him to a drinking contest.
They were determined to drink Li Ang under the table, even if it killed them.
But with his current physical constitution, it seemed like no amount of alcohol could get him drunk.
His metabolism was incredibly powerful, and he processed the alcohol the moment he drank it.
It was pretty much impossible to get someone with Kryptonian Physiology drunk, especially after he'd been out in the sun.
Even Thor, standing nearby, was starting to feel defeated.
He'd originally wanted to join in himself that day.
But he figured he wasn't as strong as Li Ang, and with Loki egging him on, he gave up.
That foolish little brother actually wanted to see him embarrass himself.
So now Thor was trying to get Li Ang drunk, too.
But Li Ang seemed completely immune to alcohol.
Instead, once the other Asgardians had had too much to drink, they started getting wild.
They danced with abandon and got up to the sort of things Li Ang had seen plenty of times at the Iceberg Lounge.
It turned out that apart from living longer, Asgardians weren't much different from people on Earth.
So much for divinity.
The only difference was that their drinking sessions went on a