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Chapter 660: The Wondrous Use of Mjolnir
The strong man’s rise was unexpected by everyone present. Both Thor, who had thrown the punch, and Yang Le, who was watching the spectacle nearby, were surprised that the strong man could still stand.
It seemed that this strong man's ability was the reason he could stand. Although Yang Le considered himself knowledgeable about many American comic heroes, this strong man was indeed outside his awareness. Therefore, Yang Le had no idea what the other party's ability was.
However, Yang Le speculated that it must be an ability that enhances body durability; otherwise, an ordinary superhuman wouldn't be able to stand after taking a punch from Thor.
However, Yang Le felt it was pointless for the man to stand. Looking at his embarrassed, heavily panting appearance, it was uncertain if he could even throw a punch. Dragging such a body, it was impossible to battle Thor.
Clearly, Thor thought so too and began to advise the man.
"Lie down, warrior. In your current state, you cannot possibly defeat me. Moreover, we have no reason to battle at all."
Thor used his cloak to wrap up the fainted man and tied him to his back. Then, with his other hand, he lifted the injured policeman and carried him on his shoulder.
It was clear he wasn't going to pay any more attention to the strong man. Bullying the wounded person was not something an Asgardian champion should do.
"Stop talking nonsense, your words are as long as your hair." The strong man grinned, revealing his teeth. "I just want to smash the faces of people like you."
"It seems your purpose in upholding justice isn't pure," Thor said, his brow furrowing slightly. "Though I don't know why, it seems you're determined to stop me."
"I said, stop talking nonsense!" The strong man roared, then took a heavy stride towards Thor and rushed over.
Thor looked helplessly at the strong man who seemed to repeatedly hold a grudge against him. The latter's running movements were even stiff. It was obvious that even such a simple movement was a huge burden at this point. Thor even suspected if he might collapse at any moment.
When the strong man sprinted to his side, Thor stepped aside to give way. Then, taking advantage of the man's unstable center of gravity as he planted one foot on the ground, Thor extended a foot to block the strong man's path.
As expected, the strong man's ankle hit Thor's foot. The sudden obstacle caused the strong man to instantly lose balance and fall forward. After rolling a few laps on the ground, he crashed into a roadside car before stopping.
Fragments of the car window slid from his body. The strong man struggled and was still preparing to stand again. His endurance was indeed amazing, but Thor was no longer prepared to continue this stalemate.
"Thump."
A pair of combat boots appeared in his field of vision. The strong man felt a shadow fall over him. It was Thor. He landed lightly in front of the strong man and, under the latter's gaze, placed the hammer in his hand on the strong man's belly.
"Bang!"
The strong man was instantly pressed to the ground. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move an inch. It was as if a mountain was pressing down on him, but how could such a small hammer have such weight?
Also, even if this hammer was really that heavy, he should have been crushed to death the moment it touched him. But the fact is he wasn't crushed to death. The hammer only pressed a shallow dent into his belly.
Mjolnir, kid. Things made by dwarves are just that magical.
"What is this thing!?" The strong man grasped the hammer handle of Mjolnir, trying his best to pull it off his body, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't do it.
Only those recognized by Mjolnir can easily lift it. It's not impossible to lift it by force, but you'd have to be stronger than Odin, meaning you'd need combat power exceeding Skyfather level.
Of course, some have lifted Mjolnir by seemingly using tricks. For example, Red Hulk lifted Mjolnir in the zero gravity of outer space, and Magneto also lifted the hammer using his own ability.
But the strong man before him obviously didn't meet any condition. He was now like being pinned by a hydraulic press, unable to move at all.
"Alright, the trouble is taken care of," Thor said, walking back to Yang Le's side. "Now, can you help me with directions?"
"With pleasure," Yang Le replied with a smile.
…
With Yang Le's help, Thor quickly brought the two wounded people to the hospital. This was simple business for him; a quick flight and he was there in under a minute.
But soon Thor encountered another problem: he couldn't process hospitalization for the fainted man because he couldn't pay the medical fees.
As the Crown Prince of Asgard, Thor had lived for so long and never worried about money. Not only did most places not accept his money, but even when he really needed money, he could always produce it.
Thor had money on him now, which he'd brought just in case—a whole money bag of gold coins. Just as he was about to pay at the front desk, he was feeling quite pleased with his foresight.
However, this joy vanished when the front desk told him they didn't accept gold coins.
The front desk seemed afraid Thor, this strong man in strange costumes who could also fly, would get angry, so she made a point of explaining it to him.
The reason was simple: regardless of whether Thor's money bag of gold coins was real, even if they were, she, a hospital receptionist, couldn't make change, and accepting precious metal wasn't in line with hospital rule.
Thor was at a loss. Though he couldn't quite understand the text of Midgard, once the receptionist pointed out the position of the medical fees on the white paper, the long string of numbers made Thor understand: this amount of medical fees was definitely not something to be borrowed casually.
Just as Thor was about to ask if there was a pawnshop, Yang Le stepped forward to help this hero who was stumped by a penny.
Relying on the black card he'd opened for himself, Yang Le easily paid off Thor's bill. After receiving an ambiguous gaze from the receptionist, he also earned Thor's gratitude.
"Thank you so much, champion," Thor said, patting Yang Le's shoulder. The two of them stood in the corridor of the hospital. Unlike Thor, who looked idle, Yang Le was on the phone, notifying the patient's family member.
"If it weren't for you, I truly don't know how I'd make up for my mistake. If you have any requests, just name them. If it's within my power, I'll grant it."
"Actually, I do have a request," Yang Le said, pointing to the money bag in Thor's left hand after hanging up the phone.
It was a bag sewn from linen cloth, about the size of Thor's fist. To a thin person, it would look more like a small linen cloth pouch, but this small pouch was filled to the brim with gold coins.
So many that even when Thor shook the money bag, the gold coins inside wouldn't move or collide to make a sound. It was truly stuffed full. It's estimated that only a powerhouse like Thor could easily lift it.
(End of Chapter)
The strong man’s rise was unexpected by everyone present. Both Thor, who had thrown the punch, and Yang Le, who was watching the spectacle nearby, were surprised that the strong man could still stand.
It seemed that this strong man's ability was the reason he could stand. Although Yang Le considered himself knowledgeable about many American comic heroes, this strong man was indeed outside his awareness. Therefore, Yang Le had no idea what the other party's ability was.
However, Yang Le speculated that it must be an ability that enhances body durability; otherwise, an ordinary superhuman wouldn't be able to stand after taking a punch from Thor.
However, Yang Le felt it was pointless for the man to stand. Looking at his embarrassed, heavily panting appearance, it was uncertain if he could even throw a punch. Dragging such a body, it was impossible to battle Thor.
Clearly, Thor thought so too and began to advise the man.
"Lie down, warrior. In your current state, you cannot possibly defeat me. Moreover, we have no reason to battle at all."
Thor used his cloak to wrap up the fainted man and tied him to his back. Then, with his other hand, he lifted the injured policeman and carried him on his shoulder.
It was clear he wasn't going to pay any more attention to the strong man. Bullying the wounded person was not something an Asgardian champion should do.
"Stop talking nonsense, your words are as long as your hair." The strong man grinned, revealing his teeth. "I just want to smash the faces of people like you."
"It seems your purpose in upholding justice isn't pure," Thor said, his brow furrowing slightly. "Though I don't know why, it seems you're determined to stop me."
"I said, stop talking nonsense!" The strong man roared, then took a heavy stride towards Thor and rushed over.
Thor looked helplessly at the strong man who seemed to repeatedly hold a grudge against him. The latter's running movements were even stiff. It was obvious that even such a simple movement was a huge burden at this point. Thor even suspected if he might collapse at any moment.
When the strong man sprinted to his side, Thor stepped aside to give way. Then, taking advantage of the man's unstable center of gravity as he planted one foot on the ground, Thor extended a foot to block the strong man's path.
As expected, the strong man's ankle hit Thor's foot. The sudden obstacle caused the strong man to instantly lose balance and fall forward. After rolling a few laps on the ground, he crashed into a roadside car before stopping.
Fragments of the car window slid from his body. The strong man struggled and was still preparing to stand again. His endurance was indeed amazing, but Thor was no longer prepared to continue this stalemate.
"Thump."
A pair of combat boots appeared in his field of vision. The strong man felt a shadow fall over him. It was Thor. He landed lightly in front of the strong man and, under the latter's gaze, placed the hammer in his hand on the strong man's belly.
"Bang!"
The strong man was instantly pressed to the ground. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move an inch. It was as if a mountain was pressing down on him, but how could such a small hammer have such weight?
Also, even if this hammer was really that heavy, he should have been crushed to death the moment it touched him. But the fact is he wasn't crushed to death. The hammer only pressed a shallow dent into his belly.
Mjolnir, kid. Things made by dwarves are just that magical.
"What is this thing!?" The strong man grasped the hammer handle of Mjolnir, trying his best to pull it off his body, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't do it.
Only those recognized by Mjolnir can easily lift it. It's not impossible to lift it by force, but you'd have to be stronger than Odin, meaning you'd need combat power exceeding Skyfather level.
Of course, some have lifted Mjolnir by seemingly using tricks. For example, Red Hulk lifted Mjolnir in the zero gravity of outer space, and Magneto also lifted the hammer using his own ability.
But the strong man before him obviously didn't meet any condition. He was now like being pinned by a hydraulic press, unable to move at all.
"Alright, the trouble is taken care of," Thor said, walking back to Yang Le's side. "Now, can you help me with directions?"
"With pleasure," Yang Le replied with a smile.
…
With Yang Le's help, Thor quickly brought the two wounded people to the hospital. This was simple business for him; a quick flight and he was there in under a minute.
But soon Thor encountered another problem: he couldn't process hospitalization for the fainted man because he couldn't pay the medical fees.
As the Crown Prince of Asgard, Thor had lived for so long and never worried about money. Not only did most places not accept his money, but even when he really needed money, he could always produce it.
Thor had money on him now, which he'd brought just in case—a whole money bag of gold coins. Just as he was about to pay at the front desk, he was feeling quite pleased with his foresight.
However, this joy vanished when the front desk told him they didn't accept gold coins.
The front desk seemed afraid Thor, this strong man in strange costumes who could also fly, would get angry, so she made a point of explaining it to him.
The reason was simple: regardless of whether Thor's money bag of gold coins was real, even if they were, she, a hospital receptionist, couldn't make change, and accepting precious metal wasn't in line with hospital rule.
Thor was at a loss. Though he couldn't quite understand the text of Midgard, once the receptionist pointed out the position of the medical fees on the white paper, the long string of numbers made Thor understand: this amount of medical fees was definitely not something to be borrowed casually.
Just as Thor was about to ask if there was a pawnshop, Yang Le stepped forward to help this hero who was stumped by a penny.
Relying on the black card he'd opened for himself, Yang Le easily paid off Thor's bill. After receiving an ambiguous gaze from the receptionist, he also earned Thor's gratitude.
"Thank you so much, champion," Thor said, patting Yang Le's shoulder. The two of them stood in the corridor of the hospital. Unlike Thor, who looked idle, Yang Le was on the phone, notifying the patient's family member.
"If it weren't for you, I truly don't know how I'd make up for my mistake. If you have any requests, just name them. If it's within my power, I'll grant it."
"Actually, I do have a request," Yang Le said, pointing to the money bag in Thor's left hand after hanging up the phone.
It was a bag sewn from linen cloth, about the size of Thor's fist. To a thin person, it would look more like a small linen cloth pouch, but this small pouch was filled to the brim with gold coins.
So many that even when Thor shook the money bag, the gold coins inside wouldn't move or collide to make a sound. It was truly stuffed full. It's estimated that only a powerhouse like Thor could easily lift it.
(End of Chapter)
