Although Odin had not died and had instead grown stronger, much to the gods' delight, Jibril's words still set them whispering among themselves. What Odin had done was somewhat... difficult to put into words.
If Jibril had not pointed out that Odin's power was absolutely not his own divine power, the other gods would never have noticed. After all, the supreme gods were far too distant from them.
Unfortunately, the host of this match was no longer one of their own, but Jibril...
The human side had known nothing to begin with. Even the gods... would not have noticed without Jibril's reminder, so it was even harder for the humans to realize it.
Most people could not see those phantoms of divine power...
But after hearing Jibril's words, the human spectators began looking at Odin with entirely different expressions.
"So this is the so-called King of the Gods? When you can't beat us, you resort to dirty tricks?"
"And humans in Northern Europe still worship a god like this? This is the great god you worship? What a joke."
"This god fighter broke the rules again. No need to keep fighting!"
The human side's voices rose one after another, making the gods' expressions darken. Odin himself, however, remained unmoved, unaffected in the slightest.
Before using this power, he had already known what would happen. So now, he had only one goal: he could not lose!
As long as he won, he had ways to turn public opinion around. But first, he had to win!
With the power of the sun, Odin's strength had multiplied several times over. However, he had not refined the divine powers of the Feathered Serpent God and Ra, so he could only use them like consumables.
But that was enough...
The Feathered Serpent God's divine power