484 Please add extra cheese foam for me
Thor was still unaware of the kind of being he faced, but the ease with which William had blocked so many of his attacks was already indicative of his immense strength.
Most importantly, from William’s effortless defense, it was clear that he hadn’t yet used his full power.
Still undaunted, Thor, though not as ancient as William, had also experienced long, monotonous eons.
In some ways, he was similar to William, bored from being invincible.
Thor, fully immersed in the battle, didn’t ponder much and just kept swinging his hammer.
By the 179th strike, William remained in the same state as before.
Thor, due to the immense recoil, began to bleed from every pore.
The 180th strike!
This was his limit.
Delmar, watching the sky, had lost interest in Alice’s fight with the divine beings. He was curious to see if William was still at his peak.
“The power of this final strike should be able to gravely injure an Absolute Deity-level being,” Delmar mused, a smile appearing on his face.
Moros nodded in agreement, “Close enough!”
In their view, Thor’s attack, given his strength, was impressive.
But his opponent was William, the being who even high-tier god-kings revered!
Thor, now spitting blood, roared as he swung his hammer for the last time, “Die!”
William looked on indifferently as the massive hammer nearly hit his head. He again extended his hand and caught the hammer.
This time, he slightly moved aside by about three inches.
But in his palm, the mighty Hammer of Thor was crushed to pieces.
A divine weapon?
Still too fragile.
Thor’s muscles, unable to withstand the immense recoil, cracked open across his skin. His body was a horrific and ferocious sight, drenched in blood, with only the two purple glints in his pupils still flickering.
“Come on! Show me how strong you really are!” Thor glared at William, his Hammer of Thor beyond repair. Discarding its handle, he clenched his fist, which was adorned with a godly-empowered metal gauntlet.
As Thor spoke, he readied himself for another attack.
William slightly raised his eyebrows and also clenched his fist.
How strong was he, really? .
William checked his angle and assumed a ready stance in mid-air, looking somewhat serious.
Without any sound, Thor only saw a fist rapidly enlarging in his field of vision.
Basic?
Delmar was momentarily lost for words, his expression a picture of astonishment.
This guy was still so infuriating!
In any world, his god-slaying sword technique would be considered among the pinnacle of skills, yet William called it basic!
“You… say that again!!”
Delmar, usually quite composed, felt genuinely insulted by William’s remark.
William laughed. He and Poseidon were old acquaintances; there was nothing they couldn’t say to each other.
“It’s basic!”
Really, this person was asking to be insulted again, and William almost felt embarrassed to oblige.
Delmar took a deep breath, trying to adjust his emotions, and said sarcastically, “You’re letting your wife learn from my low-level swordsmanship?”
After speaking, Delmar’s mouth curled into a smug smile, feeling as if he had scored a point against William.
William replied indifferently, “Can’t help it. The sword techniques I teach are too difficult, and her comprehension is poor. She can only resort to learning simpler things from you.”
“What?!!”
Delmar swore that if his full form ever came to this world, he would seek out William for a duel to avenge this insult.
Is this also considered a normal human way of speaking?
Suggesting that Alice’s poor comprehension couldn’t grasp William’s sword techniques and that she had to resort to stealing his ‘basic’ techniques?
Implying that his techniques were so basic that even someone with ‘poor comprehension’ like Alice could learn them.
How basic could they be?
Weren’t the special effects back then cool enough?
“I don’t want to talk to you right now,” Delmar said, turning his head away.
William chuckled, “Seems like you were the one who initiated the conversation, as if I wanted to talk to you.”
Delmar turned back, glaring at William, but eventually chose to stay silent.
At this point, he was just a mere avatar. He couldn’t possibly defeat William in a fight, and even a conversation seemed to lead to despair.
Even if one possesses unbeatable strength, it’s not right to mock others like this!
“You guys enjoy the show,” William said. “I’m going to buy my wife a coffee.”
Delmar quickly called out, “I’ll have a Cheese Cap Coffee, with extra cheese foam.”
William couldn’t be bothered to argue. Delmar was nearly 400 pounds, and yet he still wanted extra cheese foam.
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