"Elk?" Loki's temple twitched violently. Veins bulged on his forehead as he locked onto Tony, grinding his teeth.
"Stupid mortal, open your eyes and look carefully. The one standing before you is Asgard's second prince, the bloodline of King Odin, Loki the God of Mischief—not some stupid, lowly elk!"
Tony raised one eyebrow high, tilted his head, and looked Loki up and down several times, slow and thorough, before delivering his verdict.
"Hey, I'm telling you, what's the difference? And man, that outfit is seriously low-rent. If I owned an elk, I'd never let it dress like you."
Loki's chest heaved. The veins in his neck stood out as he roared, "Enough! You insignificant mortal—kneel at once and beg the noble God of Mischief for forgiveness!"
The reason Loki could maintain a "civil" back-and-forth with Harry was because Harry's teacher was the Sorcerer Supreme, a figure on the same level as Odin.
And Harry himself, even in his normal state, was no pushover—let alone when his magic went berserk, to the point that even Odin couldn't do anything about him.
So Loki could keep a surface-level calm with Harry. But with Tony—some random mortal who crawled out of who-knows-where in Midgard—Loki had no such patience.
Tony had a temper too. He wasn't intimidated in the slightest, and he shot right back, needle to needle.
"Oh yeah? I've never seen a god this flimsy. How about we spar? I'll beat your ass—hard. But fair warning: don't go crying to your mommy afterward!"
"You?" Loki's face flushed red. "A Midgard worm who relies on a tin-can toy dares to run his mouth at a god? In a moment I'll melt that scrap metal into a coffin for you!"
Harry immediately felt something was off. One of the main reasons he'd come to Asgard was to settle the score with Loki.
So why was Loki about to fight Tony instead?
He cut in at once, annoyed. "Tony, don't mess around. This is my duel with the elk. You can line up behind me."
Loki's face darkened into a full-on black cloud, but he didn't argue.
After realizing he couldn't out-talk the two of them, he decided it wasn't worth wasting saliva—he'd prove himself with strength in the arena.
Everyone started looking forward to the duel. With the crybaby "second princess" around, the trade went absurdly smoothly.
Before long, the Asgardian beauty Aida arrived as promised, bringing a full ton of lower-grade Uru.
Harry didn't hesitate. He produced a matching amount of runes and magical artifacts and handed them over cleanly and decisively.
Judging by Aida's beaming smile, she was going to make an enormous profit off this deal. If Harry had wanted, he probably could've hooked a finger and that slim, beautiful girl would've thrown herself at him without hesitation.
Tony watched Harry stash a ton of lower-grade Uru into his pocket dimension and raised an eyebrow, looking a little disgusted.
"Hey, wait. Why is it all lower-grade Uru? Isn't there higher-grade stuff too?
Listen, we have to get the top-tier Uru. If I get my hands on that, I guarantee I can build a powerful super suit!"
Before Harry could explain, Loki instantly seized the perfect chance to mock him.
"Like you could buy top-tier Uru," Loki snorted. "If not for Harry, you wouldn't even be able to buy the lower-grade kind.
High-grade Uru is an extremely precious primary material for powerful artifacts. The highest grade can even serve as the core of a divine weapon. Even Asgard doesn't have much stock—let alone selling it!"
Harry also shook his head. "When your tech improves another step, we'll get higher-grade Uru. Buying it right now would be a waste."
Tony's face went dark. He opened his mouth, ready to argue, but swallowed the words.
Because here, he was basically broke—and that feeling was awful.
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Asgard was famous across the cosmos as a warlike civilization. They revered strength, and that martial spirit seeped into every corner of their realm.
In Asgardian society, warriors were honored above all. Their deeds were sung, their names carved into the Wall of Glory.
Thor, guardian of the Bifrost, Heimdall, and the palace's four famed warriors were among the most celebrated.
So the news that the second prince, Loki, was about to duel the chaos sorcerer Harry again spread through Asgard in no time.
When Harry and the others reached the dueling arena, they found the area packed so tightly with people it was nearly impossible to breathe.
Tony loved attention. Seeing many passionate, fiery Asgardian girls in the crowd shouting Harry's name, he couldn't help feeling a little jealous. "Looks like you're popular in the universe."
Harry stroked his chin, sounding a bit unsure. "At least in Asgard. But who knows—on other planets or in other dimensions, I might be public enemy number one."
Tony's curiosity flared instantly. "What did you even do?"
Harry laughed it off and brushed the topic aside lightly. "Nothing much… Come on. I can't wait to teach the second princess a lesson."
"Hey, Harry! Welcome to Asgard!" A booming, hearty voice rang out from behind them. Harry turned—and there was Thor, loud as ever. "I heard you're dueling Loki. After that, how about you fight me too!"
Unlike Loki's sly, scheming nature, Thor was brave, straightforward, confident, and sincere.
Even though Thor had gotten beaten black-and-blue the last time Harry lost control, he held no grudge at all.
That battle didn't make them enemies—if anything, it made them friends.
Thor's challenge now wasn't revenge. To him, fighting was joy, a collision of friendship.
After every exhilarating battle, raising cups to drink with friends and talking about the world—those were his favorite moments.
Harry liked Thor a lot too, and he replied with a grin, "Sure. No problem. I've been working on a bunch of lightning magic lately—perfect timing for us to spar."
Thor's thick brows shot up. He looked proud, brimming with confidence. "You want to compete with the God of Thunder in controlling lightning? I am the master of thunder itself. You're guaranteed to lose!"
Harry's expression turned a little strange. His lips curved into a faint, almost amused smile. "Is that so? Then I'm looking forward to your performance."
Down below, Loki had already stepped into the arena. Seeing Harry chatting happily with Thor, Loki's face immediately darkened.
"Hey, Harry! Get down here. In front of all these Asgardian warriors, our duel is about to begin—don't you dare back out at the last second!"
Harry smiled and nodded toward Thor and Tony. Magic surged around him, stirring the air into a small gust as he flew down into the arena.
He looked at Loki—so self-assured—and the excitement on Harry's own face was impossible to hide. His magic began to boil with his mood.
"Alright, crybaby second princess. Since you're so desperate to be disciplined, I'll grant your wish!"
In the wide spectator stands, countless Asgardian warriors threw their arms up, screaming themselves hoarse.
The unified chanting rolled like a roaring tide, wave after wave, slamming into every corner of the arena.
"Harry! Harry! Harry!"
"Loki! Loki! Loki!"
Hearing that thunderous cheering, Tony's expression turned especially weird.
As an outsider, Harry was getting far more love here than Prince Loki.
Looking around, aside from a small pocket of Loki's fangirls, the vast majority of warriors were shouting Harry's name.
Tony stared, baffled, and glanced at Thor with a strange look. "Seems like your brother isn't very popular."
Thor's face flashed with embarrassment. He turned his head slightly and coughed. "Yeah… Loki's kind of like that."
At that moment, the referee strode up onto the platform. With a single command, the duel that had drawn the attention of more than half the palace officially began!
Loki's face formed his signature fake smile. He moved his arms lazily, and in the blink of an eye, two cold, gleaming daggers settled into his palms.
Between Loki's long fingers, the blades lay poised, their edges flowing with a sinister, icy light.
These daggers were both Loki's close-combat weapons—and his equivalent of a wand.
They had been forged from Asgard's highest-grade Uru. Not on the level of Thor's hammer, perhaps—but still extraordinary.
Loki's face hardened. He slowly lifted his hand, ready to strike at any moment.
"Little Harry. Looks like you've completely forgotten the lesson from last time. Fine—let me help you remember exactly how I beat you until your face was swollen and purple!"
Harry's smile grew gentler—yet the air around them seemed to be wrapped in invisible frost. The temperature plunged, biting cold to the bone.
He spoke slowly. "You're pretty confident. Aren't you worried at all that my strength has increased a lot… and I'm about to beat you senseless?"
Loki's face filled with blatant contempt, his mouth curling high with confidence.
"You think only you can get stronger? Just so I could beat you again, I trained day and night. My combat skills and magic have both advanced by leaps and bounds. And my natural physique was already several times superior to yours. What do you have that can possibly compete with me?"
Loki stopped wasting words. Magic burst out of him in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, one eerie, deep-green magic circle after another formed beside him out of thin air.
Almost at the same time, several phantom figures sprang from those circles—identical to Loki's true body. They moved like lightning, carrying razor-sharp wind as they all rushed Harry together.
In an instant, Loki was already in front of Harry, fast as a specter, impossible to track.
And his voice—like it had been enchanted—came from all directions at once, overlapping and echoing so no one could tell where it originated.
"I'll start by giving you a panda eye!"
The moment those words fell, all the Loki figures seemed to move in unison, arms snapping up high, fists swinging down toward Harry's face together.
And then—
"Aaah!"
A dull, heavy impact of fist meeting flesh rang out, followed by a scream that ripped through the air and echoed across the entire arena.
But what happened next stunned everyone.
Because the one screaming wasn't Harry.
It was Loki.
In this pure physical exchange, Loki—an Asgardian who should've held an overwhelming advantage in raw physique—was being completely suppressed by Harry!
Right now, Loki's right eye was already bruised dark and swollen, clearly from a punch Harry had just landed.
Loki's eyes blew wide. Disbelief twisted his features, his voice rising uncontrollably with tremor and fear.
"How is this possible? It hasn't been that long—how did your physical strength become this terrifying?!"
Harry's lips hooked into a smile.
And with his movement, hidden thunder inside his body cracked lazily to life.
In an instant, countless blazing arcs of electricity erupted from within him, like living silver snakes racing and weaving around his body in wild, interlacing patterns.
At that moment, thunder roared around him. Compared to Thor holding the hammer, Harry somehow carried even more of the true majesty of a God of Thunder.
Harry slowly clenched his fist. Lightning collided in his palm with another boom.
He bared a savage grin. "Magic… can do anything."
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