"Thor, I really did bring a strong guy. Don't worry, you'll get a proper, all-out fight."
Yang Bo sat in the highest stands of the Sakaar Arena, eagerly contacting Thor in Asgard through his Communicator.
"If he doesn't count as a powerful warrior, then no one does. It only took him seven days to go from a complete novice to the formidable warrior he is now."
"Listen to the cheering around me."
Yang Bo walked to the edge of the stands and held his Communicator out. A deafening roar of cheers rang out: "Superman... Superman..."
"Did you hear that? Hurry over, and you'd better bring your Thunder Battle Axe."
Hearing that, Thor immediately said he would be right there. The corners of Yang Bo's mouth lifted slightly. A free sparring partner was on his way. Ever since Thor had taken Loki home, he seemed to have gotten a little slack.
After learning that Yang Bo had taken over Sakaar, Thor had often come over to hone his skills in the arena, even stepping into the ring to fight Hulk one-on-one. But ever since his last visit, he had stayed holed up in Asgard.
Ending the call, Yang Bo returned to his seat, picked up the wineglass beside him, and took a small sip.
In the arena, Clark hovered in the air, his powerful fists slamming into his opponents. He wasn't using any of his other abilities, relying solely on his formidable physique to wage a fierce battle against them.
Yes, opponents, plural... Clark was so strong that his opponents had to face him in teams of at least five.
Even so, he had only lost once, in his very first fight on the first day, against the experienced Hulk. After that, Clark had constantly used his superbrain to learn combat