Forseti stood above, unmoved, as sighs rose from the audience below.
The son of Baldr, rumored to have reached the strength of a Supreme Deity, couldn’t also be just an illusion created by Baldr to deceive everyone, could he?
Odin scrutinized Viperfang, feeling that things weren’t that simple.
The bear hadn’t died!
Yet, inside Viperfang’s stomach was a space of its own, filled with deadly poison everywhere. A weaker Supreme Deity being swallowed would indeed be in danger.
If the bear-man truly was at the peak of Supreme Deity level, then the outcome was hard to predict…
As the audience cheered ecstatically, Viperfang suddenly let out a pitiful scream, his giant serpentine body twisting in agony.
Seeing this, Odin’s lips curled slightly. It seemed the black bear was indeed at the peak of Supreme Deity level.
Viperfang’s screams grew more agonized, confusing the onlooking crowd.
Could it be that the bear-man hadn’t died?
In less than half a minute, a black bear appeared on the stage.
In his left paw, he held a human fist-sized black soul core, and in his right paw, he pinched a green snake gall…
“He was quite polite, insisting I pick my own ingredients. I couldn’t decide which to choose, so I took both out.”
For William, getting out was a simple task.
After being swallowed, he ignored the highly poisonous space inside Viperfang’s stomach and quickly found the snake gall.
This snake gall, when used to brew wine, is quite thrilling.
For William, such toxic substances were slightly stimulating and quite exhilarating.
As for the soul core…
Since he was there, how could he not take it?
Viperfang’s presence weakened as his snake gall and the black soul core were forcibly removed. His survival only spoke to his tenacity.
He lay weakly on the stage, his eyelids flickering, occasionally hissing.
Odin simply waved his hand, sending Viperfang away for treatment.
Now that Viperfang’s strength has greatly diminished, if Odin doesn’t help him, once he leaves Nostara City, he will definitely be retaliated against by his enemies.
William clapped his bear paws together, and both the snake gall and the black soul core disappeared into thin air.
Collecting some ingredients is also a small hobby of William’s.
“Next!” William stood with his bear paws on his hips, the bear race’s domineering aura on full display.
“No way! Viperfang actually lost?”
“Could it be that this black bear truly possesses Supreme Deity level strength?”
“It seems likely! This power is proof enough!”
…
Here, the rule that strength reigns supreme was vividly demonstrated.
The victor is king.
No more Shapeshifters doubted the bear-man’s strength.
Someone shouted, “The Black Bear King is unparalleled in the world!”
This cry seemed to ignite the audience’s passion.
“The Black Bear King is invincible!”
“The Black Bear King is domineering!”
…
William, who had simply named himself Briar, revealed just a trick like this and instantly became known as the King of Black Bears.
The audience didn’t care what the black bear was called,to them, such a formidable bear deserved the title of Black Bear King more than anything!
Forseti stood in the viewing stand, looking nonchalant.
If William’s illusion, turning into a bear-man, was such that even Odin could not see through it, doesn’t that prove that William’s strength far surpasses Odin’s?
A mere snake creature thought to swallow William?
Was that snake not fully awake?
What’s there to be surprised about? This outcome is the most normal, after all!
Odin glanced at Forseti and said, “Briar, you’re quite formidable.”
Forseti chuckled, “Thank you for the compliment, Lord Odin. It’s always good news when strong warriors emerge from our Shapeshifters tribe.”
Odin nodded slightly, “True, but if you think you can secure the ownership of the sacred halo’s power with just Briar alone, that’s a bit unrealistic.”
Forseti had always been defiant towards Odin.
Odin’s demeanor reminded him of his father, who was always reprimanding him, making him feel like a rebellious child.
Forseti chuckled and said, “Lord Odin, how about we make a bet?”
“A bet? On what?” Odin’s interest was piqued. Forseti had the audacity to challenge him to a bet?
Like William, he is someone whose strength is so great that he’s bored all day long. When Forseti, this young fellow, challenges him to a bet, he’s also very curious to see just how much this kid is willing to gamble.
Forseti blinked and suggested, “How about your weapon, Gungnir…”
Noticing a change in Odin’s expression, Forseti quickly added with a laugh, “How about the strand of eternal flame power within it?”
In that instant, Forseti felt a killing intent emanating from Odin, sending chills down his spine as if he was plunged into the abyss of hell.
Gungnir was one of Odin’s signature weapons, unmatched in power except perhaps by the Sword of Soulbreaker.
Without it, how could he stand against Zeus of the Divine Alliance and God?
Not long ago, Hades deliberately provoked the archangel Amenadiel, and William the Obliterator took away Amenadiel’s strongest divine artifact. Although Odin also felt a bit of schadenfreude, he couldn’t avoid feeling a trace of sorrow, wondering what he would do if the same thing happened to him.
Now, Forseti was eyeing Gungnir…
He might actually end up killing the boy in a moment of anger.
“It’s just a strand of eternal flame, Lord Odin, there’s no need for such wrath!” Forseti said, his breathing slightly hurried, his smile stiff.
He hasn’t known William for very long, and their relationship doesn’t seem to be particularly close. If Odin really killed him in a fit of anger, would William seek revenge for him?
Pfft!
Even if William did, what good would it do?
“A strand of eternal flame, no problem!” Odin, with his eyes slowly closing, said, “If you lose, serve as a slave in Nostara City for ten thousand years.”
The presence of the eternal flame in Gungnir is almost universally known throughout the Divine Realm.
A strand of eternal flame, Odin naturally wouldn’t fret over, but the key issue was Forseti had clearly had designs on his Gungnir. .𝒎
Not killing him, letting him serve as a slave in Nostara City for a year, even if Baldr were to come, it would still be justifiable.
As an elder, educating the younger generation, there’s nothing wrong with that.
“Alright!” Forseti found himself in a difficult position but was confident, believing that since William had already taken up the challenge on his behalf, he was bound to win this time.
As for what he would do with a strand of eternal flame?
Damn it! He had no idea!
If he hadn’t said that, Odin might have already struck him down.
Odin chuckled softly, then saw Ghidorah, a Supreme Deity at the pinnacle of his power, appear on the arena like a phantom.
Ghidorah was currently Odin’s strongest underling. Had William not cut off one of his heads in the past, he might have been even stronger by now. Without the power of the sacred halo, he had always been unable to reach a higher level of strength.
Isn’t this bear also at the peak of the Supreme Deity level?
Odin might want to give the power of the sacred halo to Heart of Asgard, but Ghidorah wanted it too!
This content is taken from 𝘪𝘦.𝘤𝑜