Skurge was blasted off his feet by the cannon fire, spitting out a mouthful of blood while he was still in midair. Asgardians were indeed strong; the bombardment would have blown an ordinary human apart, but it had only left him with internal injuries.
That was because Luo Xia had held back. Skurge's sharp tongue hadn't yet earned him a death sentence.
Skurge was filled with bitter indignation. This wasn't how things were supposed to go. He knew Luo Xia was far stronger than an ordinary Midgardian; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to capture Loki so easily.
But in Skurge's eyes, Loki was merely a practitioner of magic. Perhaps someone had caught him off guard while he was casting a spell, and that was how he'd been captured. Skurge himself was a warrior who relied on physical strength, and he was confident that under the right circumstances, he could beat Loki to a pulp.
As for Thor's concern about Luo Xia, Skurge had taken it as an excuse Thor was making after losing his divine power. How else could Thor clear his name of weakness without exaggerating the enemy's strength? After all, Thor had watched Loki get captured and had been powerless to do anything.
Whatever else, Loki was Thor's brother and a prince of Asgard. When Thor returned to Asgard alone, he was already carrying the burden of disgrace.
So Skurge had never taken Luo Xia very seriously. Besides, he'd brought over a hundred of Asgard's elite warriors with him. If they attacked with all their might, Skurge felt they could easily destroy a major Midgardian nation.
If one man couldn't beat him, then they could all pile on! There was no need to observe any code of honor when dealing with Midgardians!
That was the thinking behind