Tony, Thor

Every corner of the arena cheered Thor's name.

As Tony stepped onto the platform, he almost had the illusion that he was fighting an entire crowd.

He kept walking until he stood before Thor.

Only then did the God of Thunder slowly lower his raised arm and press his palm downward at the surrounding audience.

The roaring arena swiftly fell silent, like boiling water suddenly meeting liquid nitrogen.

Tony once again witnessed just how beloved this big golden retriever was—

He had already mentally labeled the God of Thunder a big golden retriever.

The guy was furry all over, and when he smiled, he had a particularly simple and honest air about him.

"Hey, mage from Midgard. I'm Thor Odinson, the God of Thunder. To be honest, your Sorcerer Supreme is incredible—someone even my father respects as a powerful warrior."

Thor stood with his hands on his hips and laughed heartily. "But why are you my opponent?"

"I thought that bald mage would come up. What was his name... Wong or Mordo?"

"My father said he came to Asgard with your Sorcerer Supreme last time, so he should be a powerful warrior too, right?"

Thor said in what he believed was a friendly tone, "The battle hasn't officially started yet. Why don't you call him up here? Otherwise, you might get hurt fighting me."

He raised Mjolnir to gesture at Tony. "After all, it's just too powerful."

Thor did not state it outright.

But every word dripped with disdain for Tony's strength.

This was another person, like Captain America, who had stepped directly onto one of Tony's landmines.

"Oh, really?" Tony nodded as though nothing had happened. "You mean call him up here?"

"That's right, that's right. Haha, go switch with that mage. I'll wait for him here." Thor was