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"Boom!"

The two attacks landed on the intruder at the same time, and a loud noise reverberated throughout the arena. In the next second, both Yang Le and Thor were sent flying by an irresistible force before they could steady themselves.

The two got up from the ground one after the other. As the dust settled, the figure of the third party who had interrupted the battle finally revealed itself.

It was a golden spear that looked completely natural. The straight shaft of the spear shimmered with golden light, and the sharp tip was completely embedded in the already dilapidated ground.

"Gungnir?!"

Thor looked at the divine spear in front of him in surprise. Rather, anyone who knew this divine weapon was surprised by its sudden appearance. This was all because its owner was none other than Odin, the King of Asgard, who was now a member of the audience.

Yang Le naturally knew who the holder of this spear was, so he and Thor, including all the audience present, turned their eyes to the royal stand in the center of the arena.

There, Odin, wearing golden armor and a golden helmet, was condescendingly overlooking everyone present. After the audience quieted down and their eyes were locked on him, Odin spoke.

"That's the end of it. The purpose of both sides this time is only to learn from each other, but the power of the moves used by both sides just now has clearly exceeded the scope of learning from each other. Therefore, I, Odin, hereby announce the termination of the sparring!"

The King of Gods had already given the order. Not to mention Yang Le, all the Asgardians, including Thor, would definitely obey Odin's order, so this battle could definitely not continue.

The two in the center of the arena breathed a sigh of relief, their bodies completely relaxed, and then they smiled at each other and shook hands at the same time.

At this point, this inextricably difficult battle finally ended in a draw.

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"Hey~ your man is very good."

Loki winked at Gwen, who was sitting next to her.

This was not the first time Loki had made fun of the relationship between herself and Yang Le, making Gwen, who was originally a little shy, a little immune. In the second half of the sparring, she even entered a state of resignation. Anyway, there were only two people here, so she could say whatever she wanted.

"Thor is also very strong. This is the first time I've seen someone who can fight Habby for so long without falling behind."

Gwen also complimented Thor a few times. Even though she knew that Yang Le had not used his full strength, she couldn't say it at this time. This was a matter of basic reciprocity. Gwen still had this emotional intelligence.

"Really? Then we are both the same."

Loki approached Gwen familiarly, almost sticking to the latter. Even through the leather armor, Gwen could feel the warmth of Loki's body.

If you want to ask why Loki was so open, it was all because the two of them were not sitting in the usual audience席 at this time, of course, they were not sitting in the royal stand either.

After a short speed race, the two of them rushed to the competition site. After that, the happy Loki pulled Gwen to the statue at the top of the arena.

According to her, this was her exclusive seat. Whenever she didn't want to listen to her father and mother's nagging, Loki would come to this place to watch the game. Although most Asgardians' competitions were boring, listening to the shouts of fighting and killing below could still make her happy.

Gwen didn't agree with this. Although she didn't say it explicitly, she still labeled Loki as a sadist in her heart, and at the same time mourned for Thor, who was liked by her for a few seconds.

In this way, in an unnoticed corner, Loki and Gwen regarded the battle between Thor and Yang Le as background music, and started a women's meeting with one sentence after another, but most of the time Loki found topics, and Gwen generally echoed.

During this period, Loki also had intimate actions, but this was the first time she had leaned her entire delicate body over like this. Even if the other party was a girl, Gwen was not used to this kind of intimate action, so she subconsciously chose to distance herself.

Looking at Gwen, who jumped away like a conditioned reflex, Loki crossed her legs and put her arm on her knee, then propped up her head, looking at the other party with a playful look.

"You're so cute. You look like a little animal. No wonder that Yang Le likes you."

"Sorry, I don't like this kind of overly close contact."

Gwen touched her arm, while ignoring Loki's evaluation of herself.

"Okay, I thought we had become friends long ago."

Loki closed her eyes, and when she opened them, they became watery, like the eyes of a abandoned little animal, which, coupled with her mature figure, gave her a strong sense of contrast.

If it were someone who didn't know the truth, they might really be deceived by her, but unfortunately, Gwen not only knew Loki's true face, but she was also a straight woman and was not moved by Loki's charm at all.

Loki pouted. It seemed that only Thor would fall for this trick. The other Asgardians wanted to grow eight pairs of wings when they saw her make this expression and fly away to escape.

"It's not fun."

Loki sighed. "Forget it, it's almost over, let's leave. Remember to tell my mother that I took you to watch the game, otherwise she will definitely scold me."

Gwen naturally agreed, and at the same time thought about whether she should distance herself from Loki. This long-legged beauty with black hair possessed the same degree of danger as her beauty.

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Sighing, Gwen shot out a spider silk and began to descend towards Yang Le's location. Loki also snapped her fingers and then disappeared in place.

Just like the two people who left the special seats, everyone in the arena also began to leave. This short and lively event also came to an end.

Although the arena will become deserted, the Asgardians who have watched this event will talk about this event on the way back. It is estimated that the Asgardians will be immersed in this sparring for a while.

Where there is excitement, there is naturally desertedness, but this word is destined to have nothing to do with Asgard today, but it may be different in other countries located on the same World Tree as Asgard.

For example, Niflheim now.

A strong man wearing black armor was standing on a cliff. The most eye-catching thing about the man should be his hair, which looked like an Egyptian pharaoh's headscarf, and his broken hand.

The man's left hand was missing. His entire forearm was wrapped in a piece of golden metal, which was engraved with various exquisite patterns and words. It looked more like a exquisite work of art than a weapon.

The man stood coldly on the cliff and looked down, not knowing what he was searching for. It was not until a voice called him that the man reacted.

"Are you still dreaming? Tyr?"