Odin's expression shifted slightly as he looked at Tony, who remained perfectly calm, utterly unaffected by his imposing presence.
He had noticed Tony earlier. After all, he was one of only two people present who had not bowed to him. Jane did not count; she had been frozen with fear.
Although he found Tony somewhat rude, as the King of the Gods, he possessed at least a basic measure of tolerance and had not taken it to heart.
But now, seeing Tony effortlessly block his overwhelming presence, he immediately realized there was more to him than met the eye.
Odin studied Tony from head to toe with a solemn gaze, then slowly asked, "Who are you?"
"Me? Tony Stark."
Tony introduced himself with a smile.
"You are that powerful mortal?"
"You've heard of me?"
This time, it was Tony's turn to be surprised.
Was I really so famous that even Odin had heard of me?
"Though I often slumber, I occasionally keep an eye on the lower realm."
"Your strength is impressive. Thor and the others are no match for you. But if that is what gives you the courage to step forward, then Asgard's dungeon will gain another prisoner today."
Odin's voice was full of authority, his words carrying the imperious might of the King of the Gods.
Tony did not argue. After all, Odin genuinely made him feel threatened.
But that did not mean he would necessarily lose to Odin. Strength was ultimately proven through battle, not words.
Otherwise, everyone could simply compare their auras and be done with it. Why bother fighting?
"I'm looking forward to it. I'd like to see just how powerful the King of the Gods really is."
A faint smile played at the corners of Tony's mouth.
The moment he finished speaking, the