In Huaxia, within that tranquil vacation estate, the scene stood in stark contrast to war-torn New York.
Hua Wei and Neos sat on comfortable sofas. Before them, a massive holographic projection clearly broadcast the thrilling battle atop Stark Tower in real time.
On the screen, Odin, clad in the Destroyer Armor, was locked in fierce combat with Lion. The shockwaves from their clashing energies battered the surrounding area without pause.
Neos's deep gaze seemed to pierce through the screen, as though he could see straight into Odin's essence.
He furrowed his brow slightly and said in a low voice, "This God King... is indeed remarkably powerful. Vast divine power lies within him. Yet he does not seem to be fighting without restraint. He is constrained at every turn. Is he worried about the wife and children behind him, or... is he wary of us?"
His keen perception caught a trace of discord in the flow of Odin's power. It was not a lack of skill, but something more like an internal, fundamental stagnation and burden.
Hua Wei lifted his teacup and gently blew away the steam, his tone carrying a hint of understanding. "He likely came for his two children. Neither of them is easy to handle, and after they have both offended us, it would be difficult for him to strike at Lion with all his strength. Besides, his current condition truly is not good. Still, do not underestimate him because of that. The Odin of his early years was a ruthless figure who shook the Nine Realms."
"Something is wrong with his body?" Neos immediately identified the key issue.
"Yes." Hua Wei nodded, setting down his teacup while keeping his eyes on Odin's slightly sluggish movements in the projection. "His body can no longer bear the enormous and