"I lost, I surrender!"
Seeing his friends knocked away, Thor quickly spoke up and admitted defeat.
"If you knew this, why did you act arrogantly in the first place?"
Luke grabbed the exposed collar of Thor's clothing and pulled him out of the ground like pulling out a radish.
Having lost Mjolnir, Thor's divine power would lose control of the Power of Thor within a few dozen seconds to several minutes.
He still retained a bit of divine power, enough to keep him from being seriously injured.
"Are Fandral and the others alright?"
Thor anxiously looked toward the four figures who had been blasted into the distance.
"Don't worry, they won't die."
Luke traced a line through the air, and the crater where Fandral and the others had landed suddenly appeared not far from the two of them.
It was as if that area had swapped places with this one.
Thor's heart tightened as he gained a deeper understanding of Luke's abilities.
"Thor, I'm fine! I can still fight!"
Volstagg struggled to climb out of the pit, panting heavily.
"I'm fine too, that was nothing!"
Fandral and Hogun each pulled themselves out of the ground one after another.
Because Luke had held back, Sif was in the best condition. She was the first to leap out of the rubble, able to jump and move without any major injuries.
"Thor, what is going on?"
Sif could sense she had been treated more gently, but she still remained instinctively cautious. "Who is this overwhelmingly powerful man?"
"Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."
Thor showed no hint of embarrassment and laughed loudly. "This is Luke, the Thor of Midgard. Uh… we were just sparring."
"Sparring?"
Fandral's mouth twitched uncontrollably. "I've never seen someone get 'sparred' into a ..pulp before."
"Cough, cough!"
Just as Thor was about to explain, the clouds that had gathered because of the Warriors Three suddenly churned even more violently.
"What now?"
Thor looked at Fandral and the others in confusion.
Fandral waved his hand. "Don't look at me, I have no idea."
"Maybe the King woke up and is calling you back?"
Luke added with a dark tone, "Or someone might be trying to send you off."
"Huh?! But—"
Before Thor could respond, a tall, imposing figure stepped out from the Bifrost.
It was the Destroyer armor, controlled by Loki.
Without a single word, the Destroyer's visor flared with red light, and a high-temperature energy beam swept across the town, aiming directly at Thor and the others.
"It's the Destroyer! Look out!!"
Sif's expression changed drastically. She quickly raised her shield to block the attack.
But even Asgard's strongest Valkyrie could only withstand the Destroyer's energy cannon for less than three seconds before being blasted away by the overwhelming force.
And the direction she flew in was—unfortunately—straight toward Luke.
Luke caught Sif with his left hand and raised the index finger of his right hand.
An invisible barrier materialized before him, blocking the Destroyer's energy cannon completely—without letting a single trace through.
"Reversal."
Luke murmured softly. Without him making any further movement, the beam reversed direction at a full 180 degrees and slammed straight into the Destroyer's chest, forcing it to stagger back dozens of steps.
"Loki, what are you trying to pull? Was the lesson I gave you earlier not enough?"
A faint, mysterious smile curved Luke's lips, his quiet voice echoing across the desolate desert town.
The Destroyer did not respond. It simply stepped forward again,
gathering even more energy.
"Heh, you think you're prepared just because you brought this piece of scrap metal?"
Luke gently set the still-shaken Sif down and slowly walked toward the Destroyer.
"Thank you!"
Sif whispered her gratitude, then warned him, "Be careful. The Destroyer armor was forged by the King—Odin himself—as a supreme treasure to guard the treasury of the palace."
"It possesses terrifying power capable of destroying anything, and it's indestructible!"
Thor quickly added, "Luke, give me the hammer! I'll help you destroy it!"
Luke waved his hand behind him without replying.
With his other hand, he pulled out a can of spinach.
He wanted to test just how powerful Popeye's can of spinach really was.. and whether it had any side effects.
He crushed the can in his grip. The top burst open like a pressurized pump, and clumps of spinach flowed out automatically like water, pouring straight into Luke's mouth.
He swallowed it all in one gulp.
In the next instant, Luke's biceps swelled into mountainous bulges, as if someone had pumped him full of concentrated steroids.
Even the muscles in his legs expanded several times over.
A terrifying, indescribable power surged through those exaggerated muscles..
Luke felt as if hundreds of Tsar Bombs were compressed inside his body.
For a moment, Luke felt he could shatter the Earth with a single light stomp.
"I'm practically the embodiment of strength!"
He couldn't resist testing this overwhelming power.
The Destroyer showed no awareness of the danger and once again unleashed an energy cannon—this time several times stronger than before.
Luke didn't even bother to defend. He placed his hands on his hips, puffed out his chest, and struck an exaggerated pose.
Boom!
The energy cannon slammed into his chest with a thunderous boom—yet it felt as harmless as a soft, weak exhale from a girl, posing no threat at all and instead provoking the urge to smash it away.
Enduring the continuously intensifying blast, Luke walked step by step toward the front of the Destroyer armor.
His companions were completely dumbfounded.
Sif swallowed hard. "Thor… your Midgardian friend… his chest muscles are so developed!"
Thor subconsciously touched his own chest—it was developed, but compared to Luke's, it might as well have been a lump of rotten meat.
Volstagg nodded solemnly. "He is a true man."
Fandral added seriously, "The Destroyer in Loki's hands is as weak as he is. Look at how he's using it—what an insult to the Destroyer's name."
Meanwhile, on the throne of the Golden Palace,
Loki, holding the Eternal Spear, projected his consciousness into the Destroyer armor.
Watching Luke approach step by step—even though they were separated by tens of thousands of light-years—Loki was drenched in cold sweat, trembling with fear.
"Mon… monster!"
Luke raised his right hand, his bulging bicep swelling even further, and with a single massive slap, the Destroyer armor—crafted from uru metal and blessed by numerous gods—was instantly smashed back into raw materials.
Yes, raw materials.
Where the Destroyer had stood, a neat pile of uru metal ingots now sat on the ground.
Thor and the others rubbed their eyes, staring in disbelief.
"What kind of technique is that?!"
"It's called the Restore to Original Smack."
After Luke said this, he slapped the ingots again.
The metal ingots immediately reshaped themselves back into the form of the Destroyer armor.
"That one must be the Restore to Original Smack too… right?" Fandral muttered.
Thor looked completely unconvinced. "This has to be magic! Very powerful magic!"
"If you think so, then I guess it is."
Luke didn't bother arguing. Looking at the dazed Destroyer armor, he casually delivered an uppercut.
Bang—!
The Destroyer shot into the sky as if it were equipped with planetary thrusters, turning into a "humanoid rocket" that blasted straight upward.
In less than three seconds, it had already left the atmosphere.
Then, inexplicably, after circling the Earth three times, it landed back in the desert town with perfect precision.
Thor and the others couldn't see the details with the naked eye.
But Loki, whose consciousness was inside the Destroyer, was utterly stunned.
His body was sent flying while his soul struggled to keep up.
Loki barely managed to make the Destroyer armor kneel, crying out, "My Lord, I was wrong!"
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