Mangog really had something to him once he stopped pretending. He might not have gone all out yet, but in terms of brute strength alone, he was about on par with Strangle now—the level of Superman pushing planets after soaking up sunlight.
If Su Ming took one punch or one tail strike from him, especially on a battlefield like this with nothing in space to brace against, he would probably be sent flying tens of thousands of kilometers.
But as long as he did not get hit, it was fine. Mangog lacked energy-based attack methods; his entire fighting style was basically focused on close combat, emphasizing overwhelming force and crushing weight.
Mangog possessed the memories and abilities of all of Odin's enemies. Naturally, it also carried the combined hatred of five billion souls.
Yet there was still a flaw: the combat experience of those dead souls had been inherited as well, but experience could not simply be added together.
Could the combined combat experience of five billion chickens let one defeat an eagle? Obviously not. A chicken was still a chicken. Maybe a few were better with their claws, and some were better at flapping their wings, but did that mean the other chickens could not do those things?
It merely meant that a few outstanding individuals among them had slightly better techniques. Too much of that experience was repetitive.
The same applied to Odin's enemies. Though the dead souls included Aesir, Vanir, Frost Giants, Dark Elves, and others, the martial arts these people possessed were still far too limited compared with Deathstroke.
Not to mention the League of Assassins techniques unique to DC, or Batwoman's non-lethal fighting techniques. Even martial arts shared across different universes, such as Eastern Tai Chi and Bajiquan, were unknown to them.
Ordinarily, martial artists