Laufey, having completed the freezing, was incomparably confident. The frost condensed over his arm was the ultimate cold energy originating from the deepest part of Jotunheim, a lineage capable of freezing gods.
A millennium ago, even Odin had one of his eyes blinded by his ultimate cold energy due to a momentary carelessness.
Therefore, he was absolutely, definitely, and positively certain that this Midgardian's arm—who didn't know the height of the sky or the depth of the earth—had completely turned into a fragile icicle.
It only required a light tap from him, and it would transform into a scattered mess of ice crumbs across the ground!
At this moment, Laufey had already mentally filled out the subsequent script. He wanted to shatter the arms and legs of this Midgardian who dared to provoke him into fine powder before everyone's eyes!
He wanted to use the most cruel method to declare the return of their Frost Giants.
However, right at the split second he prepared to make his move, an anomaly suddenly arose on the field!
"Frost power, huh? Somewhat interesting~" Peter's voice carried a trace of playfulness. Immediately following...
Boom!
Under the watchful gaze of Laufey's disbelieving eyes, a blast of raging flame, scorching to the absolute limit, centering around Peter's body, erupted with a crash! The blistering golden fire enveloped Peter in an instant, looking exactly as if it had draped a magnificent suit of flame armor over him.
That frost originally covering his arm, before this flame, failed to hold out for even a single second and instantly vaporized, transforming into a sky full of water vapor while emitting a sizzling sound.
Laufey—whose heart was full of thoughts about shattering Peter's arm—bore the brunt of it, hit head-on by the crashing eruption of fire, and suddenly felt an unbearable burning pain transmit over.
He sucked in a breath of cold air, his body instinctively retreating backward at a violent speed. It wasn't until he opened up a sufficient distance from Peter that Laufey looked down slightly with a trace of lingering fear.
When he clearly took in the tragic state of his arm, the Frost King's face shifted violently. That frost body of his, which he took pride in, was actually scorched into a completely blackened patch, even faintly emitting a burnt odor!
Although the small flames climbing onto his body had already been extinguished, that continuous burning pain caused him—who had resided in a low-temperature environment for a long time—to nearly go mad.
Dammit! How could there be such a terrifying flame power over this Midgardian's body?! This fire is distinctly no ordinary fire; he hadn't even been burned to this level of pain when contending with Odin back then!
At this moment, the one shocked wasn't merely Laufey alone. Looking at that silhouette bathing within the fire on the field, looking exactly like a Flame Sovereign, a look of horror visibly climbed within the red eyes of the Frost Giants, one after another recalling the terror of being dominated a millennium ago.
And on the other side, the expressions of Thor and the Warriors Four were even more spectacular. Sif covered her small mouth, the small stars within her beautiful eyes already about to overflow.
The thunder that rivaled Thor! The physical body capable of head-on shaking the Destroyer! Now there actually popped out a divine fire capable of causing even the Frost King to feel pain! Just how many surprises were still hidden over this Midgardian powerhouse's body?
Thor looked at the Mjolnir on the ground, then looked at Peter in the distance, his expression matchlessly complex, merely feeling his worldview suffer an unprecedented impact.
He had campaigned across the Nine Realms since reaching adulthood, using his thunder power to sanction all quarters.
An exploit like this caused him to always style himself as the number one person among the younger generation of the Nine Realms. But now, after meeting Peter, his belief in being invincible under heaven wavered.
This Midgardian was capable of controlling the power of lightning without using Mjolnir, and it was one thing if he could unleash a golden divine glare looking exactly like his father.
Now he unexpectedly pulled out a hand of flame capable of burning all things to ashes... Heaven knew just how many trump cards this Midgardian was still hiding.
And where exactly do you want me, a son of Odin who can't even use lightning without his hammer, to put myself? Which one of us is actually the Aesir?!
When the gazes of everyone present on the scene were all concentrated on Peter's body, Peter cast his line of sight toward Laufey, whose face was full of dismay. The corners of his mouth hooked up, exposing a seemingly gentle smile:
"Blue-skinned freak, what did you just say earlier?" "Come with you directly, can suffer a fraction less hardship, and a fraction fewer of your compatriots will die?"
Peter copied Laufey's earlier tone, his voice full of playfulness.
"Seeing that you are so 'generous,' how about I give you an opportunity too!" Speaking up to here, the gentle smile over his face vanished abruptly, replaced instead by an overbearingness and wildness that didn't carry a single shred of concealment.
"Right now, kneel down, and give Grandpa three crisp kowtows."
"As long as you behave obediently, Grandpa will likewise let you suffer a fraction less hardship."
"Each of you leave behind a hand, and Grandpa will permit you to roll out of Earth alive with this crowd of stinking fish and rotten shrimp under your hand, how about it?"
As his words fell, the entire arena fell into a dead silence! The chins of Thor and the others were nearly dropping onto the ground.
Not this, bro! Do you know who you are speaking to? The Frost Giant race, looking across the entire Nine Realms, is a major force that cannot be ignored!
You actually make their king kowtow to you, and even want everyone to leave behind a hand before they can depart from Midgard? The All-Father wouldn't dare to be as wild as you!
Others still harbored a thought like this in their hearts, so it was easily imaginable how complex Laufey's mood was. That sliver of dismay within Laufey's eyes was instantly replaced by endless, violent rage.
His ice-blue skin actually swelled into a greenish-purple hue due to excessive fury. What did he hear? This lowly Midgardian! To actually dare make him, the grand Frost King, the ruler of Jotunheim, kneel down and kowtow?!
A supreme insult! Inexcusable!
Violent rage instantly submerged the single shred of sanity remaining within Laufey's heart.
"You... court... death!" Laufey squeezed out these three words almost from between the cracks of his teeth.
The exact split second his words fell, a horrific, bone-chilling frost power erupted in a flash, actually causing the water vapor in the air to condense into snowflakes, and the ground was frozen in an instant. He had completely overheated!
"Kill them for me!" Laufey roared hysterically. "Warriors! Kill all the Midgardians here! Let them pay the price for this piece of trash's arrogance! Only the blood of the wildling can wash away the insult suffered by the Frost Giants!"
"Roar!"
Following a single command from Laufey, combat intent surged within the red eyes of the Frost Giants. Several hundred elite Frost Giants, without a second thought, followed their king's command, charging up toward the agents who were cautiously alerting the surroundings.
"Fire!" Seeing this crowd of blue-skinned monsters whose average height exceeded two meters charging over, Natasha and Phil gave the order to fire almost out of instinct.
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
The agents faithfully pulled their triggers, but the bullets fired dropped onto that ice-covered skin of the Frost Giants, yet could only splash up strings of ice chips, fundamentally unable to inflict effective damage.
"So hard, bullets fundamentally can't pierce through!" "What to do? Requesting fire support right now is fundamentally too late!" "Are we retreating? We are fundamentally no match!"
As the Frost Giants drew closer and closer, the agents present on the scene subconsciously fell into a panic. Just as everyone was in a chaotic mess like headless flies,
Buzz—
A white light abruptly lit up over Peter's body in mid-air. And subsequently, his form actually split into two within the blink of an eye! It was precisely the splitting capability of the Tiger Talisman!
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