Dust from the ruins slowly settled, and the air was filled with the scent of burning and destruction. Among the remnants of stone pillars, a figure stood silently. Black Bolt's cape fluttered slightly in the wind, his gaze calm and indifferent. He scanned the ruins before him, finally settling on the man opposite him who was leaning on a scepter.
"State your name." Black Bolt's voice was low, like thunder rolling across the sky. Even his calm words seemed to carry a destructive power.
Loki smiled. His smile was mocking and elegant, as if he didn't take the serious figure before him seriously at all. He lightly tapped the ground with his scepter and said lazily, "Oh, a mute fellow in a cape posing as a savior is asking for my name? Sounds like the opening line of some low-brow stage play. Too bad, I don't play supporting roles."
Black Bolt slightly narrowed his eyes, a hint of coldness appearing in his gaze. His fists clenched slightly, and the surrounding air seemed to instantly become heavy.
"I don't need words to prove my identity." His voice was low and steady, but a certain vibration in the air had already begun to spread. "And you, are Loki, that trickster from Asgard."
"Trickster?" Loki raised an eyebrow in feigned surprise, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "What keen observation. I thought you'd at least add'schemer' or 'god of trickery', you know, to sound a bit more cultured."
Black Bolt was not provoked. He simply stood there, his silence carrying a sense of oppression. Every one of his movements seemed precisely calculated, exuding a calm yet deadly aura.
Loki waved his hand, as if dispelling the tension in the air. "Oh, alright, let's skip this boring sizing-up. I already know you're a quiet fellow, so, I guess you're here to try and shut me up?"
Black Bolt raised his hand slightly, and the surrounding stones seemed to tremble slightly under an unseen force. His gaze was sharp, and he said coldly, "Your voice will not stop me."
Loki chuckled softly, a glint of cunning flashing in his eyes. "So, I wonder, is your incredibly steady aura hiding some kind of fear? After all, you don't know much about me, do you? Everything from your breathing to your stance reveals one thing—you're afraid of me speaking."
Black Bolt did not respond. His gaze was like a knife, as if it could split Loki open directly.
Loki's smile grew more arrogant. He lightly tapped the ground with his scepter, making a crisp sound. "Ah, your silence is simply the best answer. Let me guess, you don't dare unleash your true power, afraid of destroying these ruins? Or... you actually don't know if I've already prepared some trap for you?"
The pressure in the air suddenly intensified. Black Bolt took a step forward, his figure like an encroaching mountain, carrying an irresistible majesty. He did not speak, but his eyes gleamed with battle wisdom and killing intent.
Loki felt the pressure but still did not flinch. He took a step back, lowered his head slightly, and adopted a somewhat provocative stance. "Come on, show me your wisdom and power, or let me reveal the rules of this game."
Black Bolt suddenly waved his hand, and rubble flew towards Loki like sharp arrows. Loki quickly retreated, giving his scepter a light flick. A green magical barrier opened before him, blocking the first wave of attacks. He still spoke mockingly, "Hmm, a good opening. But you know, these kinds of tricks are far too childish against me."
Black Bolt did not respond. He raised his hand again, and the rubble instantly transformed into a massive stone wall, pressing down on Loki. Loki quickly dodged, his feet moving like a ghost's shadow, each step precise and cunning. As he dodged, he said, "Aha, I can see your attacks are a bit emotional. Is it because I hit a sore spot?"
"Your cunning can only hide your weakness." Black Bolt finally spoke, his voice carrying a bone-chilling coldness. His steps were slow and steady, but each one seemed to be planning the next deadly offensive.
Loki's smile stiffened for a moment but quickly returned. "Oh, that doesn't sound like something a wise king would say, more like an angry mortal." He suddenly raised both hands, and the surrounding rubble instantly turned into illusions. Countless Lokis appeared around Black Bolt, each one laughing mockingly at him.
Black Bolt's gaze quickly swept across the surroundings, his expression unchanging. With a slight movement of his finger, a vibration in the air rapidly spread. Every illusion twisted in the vibration, finally dissolving into nothingness.
The real Loki stood in the distance, leaning against a broken pillar, and lightly applauded. "Not bad, not bad. It seems you do have some brains. But—" He suddenly raised his scepter, the next wave of attacks already poised. "Let's see how much more you can handle!"
The two clashed again. Loki's magic and Black Bolt's power collided in the ruins, the energy ripples shaking the surrounding debris into disarray. Each probing move was a contest of wisdom and power, each attack carrying dangerous killing intent. Their movements were swift and precise, every glance calculating the other's next move.
Loki still didn't forget to speak. "I must admit, you're more troublesome than I imagined. However, have you ever heard the saying—cunning always triumphs over brute force?"
Black Bolt did not reply. He simply responded with action, rubble and power intertwining in the air, as if answering Loki: "Wisdom is the real power."
Black Bolt slowly took a step forward, the ground beneath his feet trembling slightly with each step. The oppressive feeling in the air suddenly intensified. His fists lightly clenched, his body seemingly accumulating infinite energy. Without any unnecessary movements or wasted words, he suddenly vanished from his spot, like a black lightning bolt, lunging straight at Loki.
Loki's eyes narrowed slightly. He barely had time to react before the opponent's fist was upon him. He quickly turned sideways, his scepter swirling in his hand. A green barrier instantly formed, blocking Black Bolt's offensive. However, the fist did not directly shatter the barrier. Instead, upon contact, it suddenly pressed down, using the barrier's phản lực to adjust its angle, aiming straight for Loki's lower abdomen.
Loki quickly leaped back, his feet lightly tapping the ground, his figure shifting backward like a ghost, creating distance. The smile on his lips slightly receded, and a hint of caution appeared in his eyes.
"It seems you're indeed not just a silent giant." Loki said in a low voice, the tip of his scepter glowing green.
Black Bolt did not respond. He suddenly waved his hand, and the surrounding air was like a tightened bowstring, faintly emitting a sharp vibrating sound. Loki felt a tightness in his chest, as if an unseen force was squeezing his internal organs. He quickly plunged his scepter into the ground, erecting a protective field, barely managing to steady himself.
Black Bolt did not give him a chance to breathe. His figure flashed again, appearing beside Loki, his fist smashing towards Loki's temple with a whistling sound. Loki quickly held his scepter horizontally in front of him, barely blocking the blow, but the immense force instantly threw his body off balance, sending him staggering back several meters.
"Your power is more direct than your personality." Loki said sarcastically while adjusting his breathing. He lightly flicked his finger, and several green light illusions emerged from the ground, lunging towards Black Bolt.
Black Bolt saw through the illusions' true nature at a glance. He did not swing his fist but instead pressed down with one hand. A low vibration wave instantly spread through the air. All the illusions shattered in the vibration wave, dissolving into scattered points of light.
Loki frowned. He could see that Black Bolt was not just a user of brute force. Every one of his attacks was precisely calculated, power and technique perfectly combined, as if every movement anticipated Loki's next step.
"It seems you really are a tough opponent." Loki murmured softly, the glow from his scepter growing more intense. He suddenly leaped, circling behind Black Bolt. His scepter traced an arc, aiming straight for the back of his opponent's heart. However, just as his attack was about to connect, Black Bolt suddenly turned and precisely struck Loki's scepter with an elbow strike.
Loki's arm was numbed by the impact, and his scepter nearly flew from his grasp. He gritted his teeth, quickly pulled back his weapon, and spun to attack again, but Black Bolt's movements were as fast as lightning, a knee strike already coming towards him. Loki had to abandon his attack, crossing his arms in front of him to block the blow, but the immense impact force sent him staggering back several steps.
He gasped for breath, looking up at Black Bolt. The other man stood there, his gaze still calm, as if the series of attacks just now were merely casual movements.
"You are indeed extraordinary." A cold smile appeared on Loki's face. "But you should also understand that brute force alone cannot defeat me."
A sharp glint flashed in Black Bolt's eyes. He took a step forward, his tone cold and certain. "Your cunning is your weakness."
Before he finished speaking, his figure vanished again, lunging straight at Loki. Loki's expression grew more serious. He quickly activated the energy of his scepter, and a complex green magical barrier formed around him, attempting to block Black Bolt's offensive.
Black Bolt's fist fell like thunder, smashing directly into the center of the barrier. The green light trembled violently, and cracks spread rapidly like a spiderweb. Loki gritted his teeth, desperately trying to maintain the barrier's stability, but the power of that punch was simply too terrifying. The barrier ultimately collapsed.
Black Bolt seized the opportunity to close in, delivering a direct punch to Loki's chest. Loki had no time to dodge and took the blow head-on. He was sent flying backward, crashing into a broken stone pillar with a dull thud. He barely managed to stand steady, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with anger and caution.
"It seems you're not just silent, you also like to express yourself with your fists." Loki said through gritted teeth, the scepter in his hand glowing again. "However, I, Loki, never give up easily."
The standoff between the two grew increasingly tense, the air filled with killing intent and calculation.
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