Superman in Marvel: Practicing Devouring Techniques, Unrivaled in the Universe

On the competition stage, contestants from both sides took their positions.

Dr. Banner versus Loki, the greatest wizard of the Nine Realms.

The third battle officially begins.

Different from the previous two games.

The Asgardians in the audience were unusually quiet this time.

They didn't wave their arms and shout to cheer for Rocky. It seemed that they suddenly learned to watch the game in a civilized manner.

Even if someone occasionally discusses in a low voice.

The topic only revolved around the wizard who appeared in Kamar-Taj this time - Banner.

It was discussed that he looked weak and had a small belly, so his strength might not be that strong.

Banner, who was at the center of the conversation, noticed this.

However, he didn't pay attention to the attention paid to his small belly.

Instead, he was imagining a grand drama set in the palace of the gods.

The low murmurs of the audience around him misled him.

He thought, even though Asgard is a martial country and Prince Loki did not look very strong and was therefore not very popular, there should not be no cheers at all.

He looked around.

There was whispering in the surrounding audience seats.

Compared with the deafening cheers of the previous two games, it was as quiet as a pot of boiling water suddenly freezing into ice.

Banner's inner thoughts suddenly became richer.

In myths, there are also power struggles among gods.

A situation like Asgard where two princes coexist.

That would definitely lead to a war for the throne of the God King.

Thinking of this, Banner felt that the second prince of Asgard in front of him must have been at a disadvantage in the struggle.

Otherwise, why wouldn't the people around me even cheer for you?

It must be because they don’t want to offend the powerful prince Thor.

For a moment, Banner even thought of ancient emperors such as Nero, Galba, and Otto.

The look he gave Loki couldn't help but be filled with pity.

The consequences of losing a power struggle are not good...

Banner thought as he clasped his hands in front of his chest and saluted: "Your Highness, I am Bruce Banner, the wizard of Kamar-Taj."

His etiquette was very strict, so strict that even if the rigid Mordo was called up on stage to find fault, he would not be able to find any problems.

But Loki, who had just stood opposite Banner with his hands behind his back, looking at him with a haughty and vigilant look, suddenly looked ferocious.

"What are you looking at?" Loki's eyes suddenly became fierce and he suddenly got angry.

His back was slightly arched and he was angry, looking like a large cat that was hunting buffalo with its family members, but was kicked on the forehead by the stupid bull and lost all face.

Banner was slightly stunned, and then he became a little anxious.

It’s broken. It’s broken.

Banner thought that Prince Loki must be under a lot of pressure to come to power and not be favored.

At this time he looked at the other person with pity, which must have hurt the other person's self-esteem.

Banner hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, Your Highness. I was just thinking, um, thinking... thinking..."

Banner paused, cold sweat broke out on his forehead and his palms, which were holding the suitcase, were also sweaty.

Oh no, what excuse should I use to explain the look I just had?

Should I just say I feel sorry for him? Then wouldn't my apology really become a provocation?

Banner was anxious but couldn't think of a reason, and his cheeks twitched.

Loki looked at the hesitant Midgardian and his cheeks twitched in anger.

He pointed at himself with gritted teeth: "Me! Loki, the prince of Asgard!"

He paused here, glanced at Odin on the stand, and continued.

"Son of Odin! God of trickery! With a glorious mission!"

Loki took a step forward.

"Your victory ends here, foolish Midgardians!"

He gave Banner a proud smile, "You should feel honored, honored that you can fight against the noble gods!"

The whispers in the surrounding audience seats stopped.

The Asgardians do not like Prince Loki as much as they like Thor.

After all, in the martial arts world of Asgard, Loki, who has no strong muscles and can only play with tricks and illusions, is somewhat out of place.

But no matter how unwelcome he was, Loki's words touched their hearts.

Asgard is the ruler of the Nine Realms.

Every Asgardian is proud of his or her identity.

The failures in the first two battles made them doubt their own sanity.

Loki's arrogant remarks to Banner not only did not disgust them, but instead made them all stand up one by one, and the shouts rose again.

This is Asgard! It is the center of the Nine Realms. They are gods. They can't lose!

"Loki! Loki!"

"We must win! We must win!"

The sound of the ocean tide swept through every corner of the arena.

In the lounge, Tony touched his chin, looked outside, his eyebrows raised, wondering when Banner would let the big thing out of his body.

In the stands, Leon laughed and teased Odin: "It seems that Prince Loki is very confident in his own strength. Did my accidental injury to him affect his condition?"

Odin's gaze stayed on Banner and he was silent.

"It's okay." He said quietly.

On the arena.

Loki smiled brightly and excitedly spread his arms, welcoming the cheers from all around, as if victory was already predetermined.

Banner stood opposite and scratched his cheek.

Look at the green figure with arms outstretched in the sun.

He was a little confused, and suddenly had the illusion that he was an audience member invited to the stage at a concert.

But he breathed a sigh of relief again.

It seemed that Loki no longer cared about his previous look of pity.

"Um, excuse me..." Loki was enjoying the cheers when Banner raised the suitcase and asked weakly.

"I'm a beastmaster. There are several magical animals inside to assist in combat. Can I bring them along?"

Before Loki looked over, Banner said, "I know that fighting with magical animals is like outnumbering the weak. If that doesn't work, I'll just leave the suitcase under the stage..."

Even amid the noisy shouting, Loki clearly caught what Banner said.

He glanced at Banner with disdain.

Beastmaster? What kind of beasts can this Midgardian tamer?

For a foolish wizard from a backward land, controlling a few hyenas is probably the limit of what he can do.

How dare he show off his skills in front of him, the number one magician in the Nine Realms.

"No matter what means you use, in front of me, all your actions are just futile struggles."

Loki dropped his arms, clasped them behind his back, and raised his chin.

"Instead of embarrassing yourself here, why not just kneel down and surrender."

"Isn't this what you want? The desire to be conquered, the desire to be enslaved."

"The so-called battle is just to make friends with Asgard."

"In that case, why not just surrender?"

Loki looked at Banner sarcastically.

He had been a little worried that the other party would be as outrageous as the previous two Midgardians.

But since the other party is a beastmaster...

Beastmaster, haha, what a novel word.

Loki has seen his victory.