In a remote town in New Mexico, chaos reigned. Thick smoke billowed into the sky, flames flickered and roared, and the sporadic sounds of explosions echoed through the streets.
Nearby, a high-altitude aerospace carrier hovered, its ultra-clear display showing real-time images of Saitama and Thor. Agents bustled about, their instruments carefully tracking the strength of the two combatants.
"Thor, I hope we can finally determine Saitama's limits," Nick Fury murmured, his eyes locked on the monitor.
Whether Thor won or lost, S.H.I.E.L.D. was determined to invite him to join the Avengers project. After all, Thor's girlfriend was an earthling. Surely, some incentives could persuade him. Asgardians were known for their arrogance, but they were not immune to favors.
"Saitama, I, Thor, Prince of Asgard, accept your challenge," Thor declared, stepping back a few meters to face Saitama. He hefted his hammer with a determined grip.
Thor, gripping Mjolnir tightly, fixed his stern gaze on Saitama. With the glory of Asgard in his heart, he knew he couldn't afford to underestimate his opponent. He had witnessed Saitama's previous punch and was prepared to give it his all.
Thor was renowned as a God of War across the Nine Realms, with countless battles and legends to his name. His presence alone emanated an icy killing intent, making Coulson and other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents shiver as if they had a knife at their throats.
In the midst of this tense atmosphere, Saitama, seemingly indifferent, remarked with his usual lackluster tone, "Has it started? I need to check if there's a big sale somewhere."
"..."
The nonchalance of Saitama left everyone speechless. In such a high-stakes situation, he was casually contemplating sales, showing little regard for the gravity of the moment.
Coulson sighed, muttering to himself, "Saitama is just… Saitama."
Thor's eyes flared with fury. His muscles tensed, and he whirled Mjolnir rapidly, channeling its divine power. Dark clouds gathered over the city, winds howled, and thunder roared with an ominous force.
"Saitama, pay for your arrogance!" Thor roared, lifting Mjolnir skyward and soaring into the thunderstorm. Lightning crackled around him, and his hammer absorbed the lightning, transforming it into a glowing, magical energy.
A massive bolt of lightning, imbued with magical energy, arced down from Thor's hammer, forming a white serpent that streaked toward Saitama.
The air sizzled, and the ground cracked and melted under the searing lightning. The onlookers recoiled in awe and fear.
"Ah, this lightning is a bit interesting," Saitama commented casually, his unimpressed demeanor starkly contrasting with the catastrophic display.
The white serpent surged toward Saitama, its path relentless and destructive. Yet Saitama remained unfazed.
Bang!!
The sky lit up with thunder, and a blinding flash enveloped Saitama's position. The thunder serpent roared as it struck.
When the light faded and the dust settled, everyone was stunned.
"Impossible, that voltage must be at least hundreds of billions of volts!!! No one can withstand that," an elderly scientist on the aerospace carrier shouted in disbelief, frantically adjusting his instruments.
Nick Fury clenched the edge of the console, gritting his teeth. "Not enough."
Before their eyes, a massive crater about ten meters long and five meters deep had formed. Crystals from the extreme heat were scattered around. In the center stood Saitama, wrapped in tattered rags but otherwise unscathed, save for a few minor red marks.
"...He withstood that with just his body," Sieff said in awe.
"Seriously? He completely withstood Thor's greatest thunder attack and just got a few burns," remarked one of the fairy palace warriors, clearly unimpressed.
"Is that all Thor can do?" Saitama looked up at Thor, who was still suspended amidst the storm, and said with a bored expression, "Hello."
After a brief pause, he added, "Well, I'm really disappointed."
"False god, it's not over yet."
Thor roared in defiance, his eyes blazing. He swung Mjolnir again, drawing in even more lightning. The hammer crackled with intense energy, unleashing a blinding storm of white meteors that rained down.
"Drink!" Thor shouted, hurling the hammer downward with immense force. The meteors streaked across the sky, and everyone was overwhelmed by the deafening sound and blinding light.
"This hammer," Saitama mused, his expression unchanged. Instinctively recognizing the hammer's power, he leapt from the ground like a cannonball to meet it.
He didn't use a fist but opened his hand to slap the hammer. The collision unleashed a torrent of golden-white energy that surged outward, destroying everything in its path.
The impact sent a hurricane-force blast through the area, and the dark clouds were instantly cleared, leaving a clear blue sky.
On the Asgardian throne, Loki's eyes widened in shock. His jaw dropped, and he trembled with disbelief.
"How is this possible? Damn Midgardians!" Loki exclaimed in horror.
"Loki."
A deep, commanding voice resonated behind him. Loki turned, trembling, and saw Odin approaching, wearing white pajamas as if he had just woken up.
"Odin! Why aren't you resting?" Loki stammered.
"Odin, you have disappointed me greatly," Odin said, his voice filled with disappointment. He approached Loki, who was panic-stricken and clutching Odin's scepter.
"I see everything, everything you have done. I didn't expect you to make such foolish decisions just because of your position."
"Haha, isn't it because I'm the son of Frost and was excluded from being a prince? Odin is completely unfair," Loki raged.
"Oh, calm down and reflect on your actions," Odin sighed, then waved his hand, imprisoning Loki and dragging him out of the palace with a flick of his wrist.
"Odin, I'm not convinced. Thor is not a worthy king, haha, and his hammer... Um!"
"Shut up!" Odin snapped, his patience wearing thin.
Meanwhile, in a suburban area of Manhattan, Xu Mo scratched his head, mumbling, "This is a big trouble."
Across the country, the news of the epic showdown spread.
"Me, Thor, and Saitama!"