"Then come and try it!"
Laufey slammed the table heavily, condensing ice in his hand, which immediately froze Jetfire along the round table.
Against a life form like a robot, freezing it was absolutely guaranteed to work.
However, a terrifying energy reaction suddenly erupted from Jetfire's eternal core. The intense heat melted the ice in a few seconds, revealing the unharmed Jetfire inside.
"Lil guy, you were the one who struck first."
Jetfire slapped down with one hand, and Laufey tried his best to resist. He was quite confident in his strength, even Odin was slightly inferior to him.
However, boosted by the eternal core, Jetfire's power was astonishing.
The Metal Armor granted him powerful magic and physical resistance, allowing him to perfectly withstand the savage force of high-power output.
With one slap, Jetfire broke both of Laufey's arms, then slammed his entire body onto the ground, leaving him lying there.
"Old timer, was that hundred-thousand-year slap powerful enough?"
A hundred thousand years? You've lived for a hundred thousand years, and you're still calling me 'Old Timer'?
You immortal bastard!
Laufey wanted to get up, but Jetfire's strength was incredible. He was pressed firmly against the ground and rubbed back and forth.
For a moment, the entire banquet hall was filled with noise.
No one could have imagined that Laufey, who was considered a powerhouse even among the Nine Realms, would be defeated in a single encounter against the so-called Cybertronian Jetfire Prime.
Is this not too outrageous?
Where did Aaron get these monsters from?
Even the previous God King, Odin, wouldn't be much stronger, would he?
Odin, who was the subject of everyone's comparisons, twitched the corners of his lips slightly.
Although everyone had deliberately suppressed their discussions, he still heard most of it.
He glanced at Jetfire, who was acting as if he was bullying a baby.
Not to mention combat ability, just in terms of normal strength, even two of him wouldn't be enough for Jetfire to even press down.
Beside him, Thor rubbed his axe, eager to try. He had also heard the discussions of others. He felt he had a new good idea.
Thor looked at Aaron and Odin. Then he looked at Jetfire.
He had been crushed by Odin not long ago. Originally, Thor wanted to find an opportunity to fight Laufey, but now it seemed Laufey was just a weakling.
On the path to becoming stronger, Aaron was his ultimate goal while Odin was his primary goal, but he lacked new opponents.
Before surpassing Odin and Aaron, Jetfire was his next opponent to surpass, Laufey wasn't worthy.
"Aaron, this subordinate of yours is a bit too fierce." Odin said meaningfully.
Aaron smiled faintly and shook his head. "Just average, strengthened casually."
Strengthened casually?
Odin, who had originally intended to say something else, felt a chill in his heart upon hearing this.
If anyone else said that, he would only think they were bragging. But Aaron never played fake, he only played for real.
This meant that Aaron could easily transform Cybertron into a planet of powerhouses, all at the level of Laufey or Thor.
With a large enough number, even Odin felt he would be in trouble.
Odin glanced at Thor. 'My silly son, when will you be able to catch up?'
"Alright, Jetfire, Laufey is our distinguished guest. Even if you're demonstrating your skills, don't cause trouble at the banquet."
Aaron's words sounded like a reprimand, but in reality, he was defining the situation.
Upon hearing this, Jetfire immediately released his grip apologetically, then actively lifted Laufey by his collar and enthusiastically patted the dust off him.
"My apologies, I didn't realize you were so weak. No, I mean, seeing your fierce appearance, I thought you were an enemy who had snuck in."
"Actually, my brain has long since rusted. Before meeting the creator, I had slept for hundreds of thousands of years, and my brain often doesn't work properly."
As he spoke, Jetfire took a landing gear crutch from his back, bent over, and propped it on the ground.
"Alas, I'm old, and I have to admit it, young people really do have better bodies."
Jetfire stroked his steel beard, sighing with emotion.
Laufey's vision blurred for a moment. He couldn't connect this 'kindly' old man with the ferocious-looking, brutal gang leader from moments ago.
Is he crazy?
Jetfire noticed the fierce look in Laufey's eyes and coughed. "Don't look at me as a body of steel. In reality, steel rusts and ages, just like spaceships and cars. If not used for a long time, they will decay and age. Actually, I'm already tired. You've already won this fight."
As if to add more conviction, Jetfire took half a step forward, leaned his body, and several parts clattered off him.
Everyone looked down, their eyelids twitching uncontrollably.
A two-meter-long hammer, a one-meter-long wrench, a three-meter-long dagger, a two-meter-long 'pistol,' and a short cannon.
The only somewhat normal item was a screw, but it didn't look like a part from him at all.
"Ahem, my apologies. As a nearly scrapped robot, sometimes when my body breaks down, I have to repair myself."
"So it's normal to have a hammer and a wrench, right?"
"You see, I'm so old, I naturally need some self-defense tools. This composite short cannon, high-frequency particle gun, dagger, and so on are just barely enough."
"Look, this is my screw. Maybe if I walk two more steps, I'll clatter apart completely."
Jetfire displayed a simple and innocent smile.
Laufey, who had been staring blankly at the short cannon with his head down, felt that the other party was insulting his intelligence.
He was a Frost Giant, not a Frost Idiot.
Laufey really wanted to expose his disguise, but considering the disparity between them, he could only force a smile and say, "Yes, all of this is very reasonable. Caring for the elderly is a good virtue for gods, so please, have a seat?"
As an elder of Odin's generation, and one who was also nearing his day of death, what more could Laufey say?
He was a few thousand years old, but the other was hundreds of thousands of years old.
He was beaten but dared not speak, lest he invite even more violent blows.
Cybertronian Barbarians!
Jetfire weakly sat down.
Meanwhile, Megatron and Optimus Prime watched the entire performance like two large pillars, standing motionless behind Jetfire.
They crossed their arms, and only after Jetfire sat down did they sit down simultaneously.
Seeing this, the others withdrew their gazes. But inwardly, they all thought that the Cybertronians were not to be provoked.
Indeed, no one who followed Aaron was an easy target. Every single one of them was a freak.
Seeing that the matter was perfectly resolved, Aaron withdrew his gaze.