The icy blade swept across his opponent's neck, and black oil gushed out as if it were free. The red electronic eye gradually went dark amid the crackling sparks.
The man wielding the massive battle axe bent down to pick up the robotic head, then raised it high overhead. A storm of cheers erupted throughout the grand arena.
"Axe Man!"
"Axe Man!"
"Axe Man!"
Flying Vehicles above the arena scattered streamers and flower petals in perfect timing. Bathed in every spotlight, Thor seemed to shine. Sweat ran down his powerful chest, heat and electricity coiling around his body, making him look like a God of War descended upon the world.
He laughed wildly and roared with excitement, striking all kinds of muscle-flexing poses and waving at the bizarre-looking Aliens.
The audience answered with even more frenzied applause and cheers. The entire arena seemed ready to be blown apart, shaking as though heaven and earth were trembling.
This was a new version he had never experienced back in Asgard. Whenever he had returned victorious from battle before, the people of Asgard would line the streets to welcome him, offering fine wine and cheers as well.
But it was different here. When he fought for Asgard, only Asgardians cheered for him. Here, he fought for everyone, and every race welcomed him.
Thor also knew they were so happy because they had bet on him, and he had won them money. But that still counted as support and trust, didn't it?
The glory of gladiators had always been like this. The arena was a microcosm of war; he could not blame people for liking to stand with the ever-victorious general.
Thor was now a star fighter of Sakaar Arena. In fact, he had gained his freedom after becoming arena Champion last year, but