Thor's eyes held nothing but silver-white lightning.
"Aaaah!"
With a furious roar, Thor leaped into the air, raised the Thunder Battle Axe, and hacked down at Hela again, as though he wanted to split her in two with a single blow.
Watching from the sidelines, Yang Bo couldn't help praising him. "That axe work is almost thirty percent as good as mine."
Of course, he was talking out of his ass. Thor made his living with an axe, while Yang Bo merely liked using one. With all his training in the Arena, Thor could practically make the Thunder Battle Axe dance.
Hela's expression darkened. She hadn't expected her younger brother to be this powerful. He had completely exceeded her expectations.
With two sharp whooshes, she hurled the black longswords in her hands at Thor. But the lightning around him seemed to have a mind of its own, and several bolts shot out, striking the swords.
The swords were knocked off course, and Thor reached Hela.
Bang! They clashed again, but Hela's strength was clearly inferior to Thor's, and he suppressed her with ease.
"My dear sister, how does it feel?"
Hela's face was grim. The longsword she summoned barely held off the Thunder Battle Axe, but its tremendous force and lightning left both her arms feeling numb.
Only her formidable divine body kept her from losing already.
"I admit it. I underestimated you."
"But... you're still not quite my equal."
Hela's gaze sharpened. Several flying swords materialized behind Thor and shot toward his back.
Loki's face filled with horror at the sight. He quickly stood and shouted, "Watch out, Thor!"
But Thor didn't turn around. His eyes still flashing with lightning, he stared at Hela.
"I know what you're capable of, but you have no idea what your little brother