"Big brother?"
The crowd erupted again.
The God of Thunder called the Fourth Prince… his eldest brother?
Fandral, Hogun, and Volstagg were also stunned when they heard Thor address Lucci that way.
What?
This young man was Lucci?
The three exchanged glances, seeing shock—and unwillingness—in each other's eyes.
Back in Jotunheim, they had already heard Thor boast endlessly about Lucci's talent:
"Thunder and magic," "wisdom like the sea," "seeing origins at a glance"…
Though they were shocked by Thor's "Ten-Thousand Sovereigns Thunder Art," they still harbored doubts about Lucci himself.
A terrifying thunder law—was Lucci truly the one who taught Thor?
And besides… a person's energy is limited. If his comprehension was already so strong, how could his physical strength be so absurd?
Now was the perfect chance.
"Let's test it, Your Highness. See if you're really as heaven-defying as Thor says!" Volstagg moved first.
Like a roaring hill of flesh, he leapt down from the stands like a meteor and charged Lucci.
He poured all his divine power into the collision, preparing to crash with direct, proud strength.
Lucci looked at the rushing giant and simply stood calmly in place.
At the instant Volstagg swung, Lucci stepped forward once—throwing a simple punch.
One huge fist and one smaller fist collided in midair.
Bang—
A dull, massive sound rang out, as if all of Asgard shuddered.
Everyone thought it would be a hard fight.
But the result stunned them again.
The moment Volstagg's body met Lucci's fist, it was as if he had slammed into an invisible light-speed barrier.
The impact rebounded instantly.
His massive body flew backward faster than he had come, smashing into the wall with a boom—embedded deep into it, leaving a huge human-shaped crater.
He couldn't even climb out for a long while.
Instant kill.
Again.
And this time it was Volstagg—one of the Warriors Three!
The crowd's jaws nearly dropped.
"Volstagg!" Fandral and Hogun were shocked to see their companion hung on the wall like a mural.
They knew better than anyone how terrifying Volstagg's strength was—power that could wrestle frost giants.
In Asgard, only a handful could surpass him in pure force.
"This guy… is he a monster?" Fandral's voice trembled.
After the shock came fury and fighting spirit.
They were the Warriors Three—one body, one honor.
They could not allow their comrade's humiliation.
"Together!" Fandral and Hogun met eyes and agreed instantly.
Fandral drew his beloved sword, becoming a wind-like afterimage. From Lucci's left, his agile sword technique bloomed like flowers, thrusting like spilled mercury toward Lucci's vital points.
At the same time, Hogun gripped his heavy mace and advanced like a moving fortress. From Lucci's right, his steady, domineering style blocked every dodge route and crushed in head-on.
One was clever, one was calm.
One struck high, one controlled low.
Their cooperation was seamless—perfect technique tempered by centuries of battle.
The audience held their breath, afraid to blink.
"The Warriors Three's combined assault!"
"Too strong! Fandral's sword and Hogun's hammer are a perfect pair!"
"Even Prince Thor would have to avoid the edge for a while… The Fourth Prince must get serious now!"
Yet despite facing an attack that would force even top-tier warriors below the All-Father to retreat, Lucci remained calm.
He didn't even move his feet.
At the moment Fandral's sword tip aimed for his throat and Hogun's mace targeted his knee—
Lucci did not dodge.
He threw two punches.
Fast.
So fast it was almost excessive.
Those two punches seemed to cross the gap in time, precisely striking Fandral's sword and Hogun's mace.
Clang—
A sharp sound like metal and stone colliding.
Fandral felt an unmatched force surge from the sword tip. His blade drew a shocking arc, and that force traveled through the sword's body and slammed into his chest.
He didn't even see how Lucci had punched.
Pff!
Fandral spat a mouthful of blood and flew like a kite with a snapped string, crashing to the ground dozens of meters away, struggling twice before he couldn't stand.
Boom—
On the other side came an even heavier sound.
The moment Hogun's mace met Lucci's fist, it was as if he had struck a spinning neutron star with a wooden stick.
A terrifying recoil surged up the handle into his arms.
Crack! Crack!
His arm bones shattered instantly.
The mace flew from his hand. He himself was blasted off his feet and slammed hard into the ground—unconscious on the spot.
Three punches.
Three clean hits.
Facing the most famous young warriors of Asgard, Lucci simply stood there and threw three casual punches—dropping all of them.
The arena fell into silence.
Thousands of warriors stood petrified, mouths open, unable to make a sound.
Their pride, their understanding of strength—was shattered in the most direct and rude way possible.
Especially Sif.
As one of Asgard's top warriors, she saw everything clearly.
Lucci's three seemingly casual punches were absolute control—of power, timing, and angle.
Perfect.
This wasn't a fight.
It was… art.
A crushing display of power that reduced dimensions.
In Lucci, Sif saw a charm entirely different from Thor's courage or the Warriors Three's heroics—
An absolute force that could control everything by light and method.
A kind of courage beyond personal bravery.
A kingly bearing.
Then Lucci walked up to Fandral, who was struggling to rise, and said calmly:
"Your sword technique overemphasizes agility and neglects your foundation of strength. When you draw your sword, your waist and core are insufficient. The blade lacks substance—full of flaws."
He looked toward the wall where Volstagg was finally being pulled free by Thor, looking confused.
"Your charge is brave, but reckless. True strength isn't blind rushing—it's knowing how to gather momentum and explode."
Finally, his gaze fell on Hogun, who was being helped up with a broken arm.
"Your style is too steady. You've lost flexibility. You let your opponent seize your rhythm, miss your timing, and lose the entire match."
After casually defeating them, he did not mock or show off—he coolly pointed out the fatal weaknesses in their techniques.
That grandmaster-like attitude completely overwhelmed Sif.
In her heart, Thor's courage was still admirable.
But Lucci's immeasurable wisdom and absolute strength, like a brighter star, instantly filled her mind.
This was the true hero of Asgard.
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