Chapter 159: Making Loki Feel Pain, Poor God!

Loki!

How did this guy appear so quickly?

While Clark was wondering, Loki had already leaped into the air and pounced towards a bewildered Tony.

The killing intent was chilling! Is this guy really Loki? Looking at his way of attacking, why does it feel so much like Thor?

Clark watched quietly with a bit of doubt, but found that this time Tony didn't need to make a move.

The several helpers Tony brought were not there for nothing. Seeing Loki's unfriendly appearance, five Iron Man suits acted at once, instantly turning Loki in mid-air into nothingness!

This effect was not because Tony's Iron Man suits were strong enough to instantly kill Loki.

But because... that was just an afterimage.

Among Loki's many tricks, illusion is what he's best at!

The moment the afterimage disappeared, Loki's real body suddenly appeared on Clark's right, with a hideous cold smile on his face, his hand wielding a short dagger striking directly at Clark's right kidney! His tactics were cunning, and his timing was impeccably precise.

But when it comes to strength, it's somewhat unworthy of the illustrious identity of one of Asgard's three princes.

Compared to his siblings, Hela and Thor, Loki's combat power was indeed somewhat weaker.

Both taught by the same father, Loki seemed like he was raised by a stepmother.

Eh? He seems to actually have been raised by a stepmother...

"Ding!" Just as the dagger approached half an inch from Clark's rib, it was lightly clamped by his two fingers. For a moment, Loki felt the dagger in his hand had turned into Mjölnir, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move it at all, neither stabbing in nor pulling out! Received impression points from Loki Laufeyson +2333!

Clark glanced coldly at Loki, who intended to attack him, and slapped the guy in the face with the back of his hand.

Thinking you could sneak attack this handsome guy? Deserves a slap!

"Slap!"

With a crisp slap sound, Loki was directly sent flying, crashing through the wall of a nearby warehouse before finally landing safely.

After teaching Loki a harsh lesson, Clark's figure flashed, and he immediately followed in.

Seeing this scene, the controllers of the other six Iron Man suits all looked towards Tony, as if asking him how to deal with this unexpected turn of events.

Tony's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and after a moment of hesitation, he said: "Let's just watch for now and not complicate things. Also, guard the surroundings of the airport, don't let that cunning guy escape."

Inside the dilapidated warehouse, after Loki fell to the ground, he still felt dizzy for a while before his mind finally cleared.

This shows that Clark's slap didn't hold back at all.

After Loki recovered with the robust physique of a Frost Giant, he saw Clark with his arms crossed, floating in mid-air, looking down at him: "If I'm not mistaken, you're Lo...ki, right?"

Loki, of course, didn't understand the joke about not saying 'ba.' Seeing Clark the next moment, he had already bounced up from the ground, with a dagger in his hand again aiming straight for Clark's throat!

"Ding!" Clark didn't bother with the attack coming straight at him, just relying on his sense of danger, he lightly lifted his left hand, his two fingers nonchalantly clamping down Loki's dagger aimed at his temple, immobilizing it completely.

Looking at Loki's sinister expression mixed with ferocity, Clark couldn't help but ask curiously: "Say, it was that iron can that attacked your brother, why are you attacking me?"

"Just a mere mortal, daring to covet the power of Mjölnir, you're looking for death!"

A very chuunibyou statement, translated into normal language means: You can lift Mjölnir, which even I can't lift, so I must kill you! This is so Loki.

It must be said, this kid has been spoiled by the Odin family.

But unfortunately, he is now facing Clark, who doesn't have the habit of spoiling children. Looking at Loki's face, half stern and half swollen, Clark directly slapped him again.

"Slap!"

With this strike, Loki's body was sent spinning like a top, spinning crazily 38 times on the spot before falling down, completely disoriented.

Received impression points from Loki Laufeyson +9999!

Outside the warehouse, Tony waited for a full minute, but still did not see Clark and Loki come out, although the sounds occasionally coming from inside proved they were still there. Having been tricked by Clark several times, he instinctively felt there might be a trap inside.

Although Clark was forced to land here with six helpers, Tony felt, on reflection, that Clark might have deliberately chosen this location.

So, the question arises, is there some unknown escape route inside this warehouse?

Like, a secret passage? Thinking of this possibility, Tony was suddenly alarmed. Spreading his arms, his heavy weaponry was instantly ready, while he urgently asked: "Eris, how quickly can you buy this airport?"

He planned to flatten the warehouse directly to blast Clark out!

To avoid rashly rushing in and falling into another of Clark's traps would be frustrating.

"0.01 seconds." Eris's response was meticulous.

"Then buy it quickly!" Tony was ready to fire at any moment.

Just then...

"Boom!"

Loki's body, skimming the ground, crashed through the warehouse wall, reappearing in front of the Iron Men, while Clark's figure also floated out leisurely, graceful as an immortal.

At the same time, a voice came from Clark's communicator.

"Congratulations, sir, your private airport was just purchased by Mr. Stark for 1 billion dollars, subtracting the 334 million dollars you spent buying it, netting you 666 million dollars!"

"The cost of the villa smashed by the hammer has been earned back, with a hefty surplus!"

"This time it's a huge profit!"

Received impression points from Tony Stark +66666!

Speaking of, do you need to play your communication device so loud when contacting AI? Isn't this the decibel level of speakers? You're making this public on purpose to annoy me, right?

It must be so, definitely no mistake! You devilish guy, are you a demon? With a smirk, Clark extended his right hand, cheekily waving three 6s at Tony: "Thanks, bro, 666!"

Received impression points from Tony Stark +66666!

This guy is doing it on purpose!

Fortunately, Clark was no longer in the mood to continue playing these mutually annoying games with Tony. Feeling relieved, his gaze fell on Loki lying on the ground.

Looking at Loki, whose appearance had completely turned into a pig's head under his two slaps, Clark's thoughts became more enlightened: "I'm not the mortal you speak of. Loki, do you know how Odin refers to me in private?"

As if to accentuate his aura, a solemn and majestic background music suddenly rose over the empty airport, accompanied by the low chanting of countless voices, like a hymn echoing in a church.

The ethereal singing merged with the originally solemn and deep music, creating an intangible pressure, as if the next moment, the world-ending big BOSS could appear at any time.

BGM: Ceremony! Target: Loki Laufeyson!

Adjust the pain index suffered by the target: Maximum limit, ten times the pain! The background music that suddenly played, along with Clark's obviously malicious smile, made Loki inexplicably feel a chill.

Suddenly getting a jolt from the ground, Loki shouted at Clark: "Stop! You mortal, you can't do this to me, I am a god!"

"A lunatic, perhaps?"

With a disdainful retort, Clark couldn't be bothered to argue, a supersonic charge already brought him in front of Loki.

Facing such a swift attack from Clark, Loki had no time to react and was sent flying by a left hook.

However, this flight was not smooth, it ended as soon as it began.

Loki had just started to perform the flying motion when Clark grabbed his ankle first, then forcefully slammed him to the ground.

"Boom!"

The solid concrete ground was smashed into a big hole with this slam.

After the strike, Clark didn't pause, holding Loki's leg, slamming his body left and right on the ground like a sandbag.

As he slammed, Clark hummed the lyrics from his past life memories:

"Follow me, left hand, right hand, a slow motion..."

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

"Right hand, left hand, a slow motion replay..."

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

Every hit, pain to the marrow; every strike, made Loki wish for death!

In the devilish rhythm, Loki was completely stunned.

After a harsh rubbing by Clark, Loki was completely devoid of fighting spirit.

Clark, feeling relieved, finally threw the opponent into the big hole he had created with another fierce slam, leaving him to gaze hopelessly at the endless blue sky.

Looking at Loki, completely subdued and lying on the ground like a dead dog, Clark disdainfully curled his lips, adding a soul-crushing blow: "Poor god!"

Received impression points from Loki Laufeyson +9999!

Feeling the soul-piercing pain throughout his body, the tears of grievance finally slid down Loki's cheeks, his gaze desperately fixed on the end of the sky.

Using the last bit of strength in his body, Loki uttered a name.

"Heimdall!"

I want to go home! o(╥﹏╥)o

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