Chapter 690: Who can lift Mjolnir? (Second update, please subscribe!)

Thor suddenly looked up, then stared with conflicted feelings at the obedient Mjolnir in Su Quan's hand, saying in a deep voice: "Don't think you can humiliate me. For the glory of Asgard, I... I will definitely take it back, I will!"

Su Quan rolled his eyes. Thor was still too naive. Did he think that just because he didn't apologize, Su Quan wasn't humiliating him? He was the one who had been knocked away, and he was the one kneeling—wasn't that humiliation?

And besides, why did he think Su Quan brought Tony Stark along? Why bring the reporter Christine Everhart? It was specifically to record his dark history!

Come to think of it, the Thor who reached out his hand and smiled foolishly at Hulk, saying the sun was getting low, was much more likable.

Su Quan looked at Christine Everhart, and she immediately understood, taking out her camera to start shooting.

"Ahem, send me a copy later." Tony Stark winked at Su Quan, then curiously examined Mjolnir.

So this was Thor's hammer? It didn't look like anything special!

Well, in the eyes of this tsundere, nothing was ever special; even if it were, he wouldn't admit it.

"Odin is already old, but his two sons—one arrogant and conceited, the other insidious and cunning—are simply incapable of inheriting the throne and managing Asgard well!"

"He had his power sealed by Odin and was exiled to Earth. Odin also placed a seal on Mjolnir; only by passing the test can he lift Mjolnir again and reclaim his power."

Su Quan looked at the stunned Thor and said with emotion: "Kid, don't think I'm playing with you. I'm just helping you recognize yourself! Although I don't entirely agree with some of Odin's methods, your mother, Frigga, is a person worthy of respect."

"Mother..." Thor murmured, looking at Su Quan: "Who exactly are you? Why do you know so much about Asgardian affairs?"

"My name is Su Quan."

Su Quan?

Thor looked blank: "I have never heard that name."

"There is a lot you don't know."

Su Quan put down Mjolnir and smiled, inviting the curious and amazed crowd: "A rare opportunity, do you want to try?"

"Only those who are deemed worthy can lift Mjolnir; otherwise, no matter the method or how much strength is used, it cannot be lifted."

"I don't believe it!"

Ever since he met Su Quan, the number of times Tony Stark didn't believe things had increased.

Gripping the handle of Mjolnir tightly with both hands, Tony Stark took a deep breath and, under the unblinking gaze of the crowd, pulled with a sudden burst of strength.

Mjolnir didn't budge an inch!

His face gradually turned red, the veins on his neck bulged, and he used almost all his strength, but Mjolnir was like a cold goddess—no matter how hard he tried, it remained unmoved!

"I still don't believe it. Happy, give me the briefcase!" Tony Stark was not one to give up easily.

This was his newly developed Mark 5 portable armor, which could be assembled anywhere and folded into a briefcase when not needed.

To reduce overall weight, this armor had a single-layer design; aside from the palm repulsors and the chest pulse cannon, it was not equipped with other weapons, so its firepower and defense were relatively weak.

In terms of power, unlike other armors that had independent Arc Reactors, it relied on his own reactor for energy. Although this led to energy strain, it prevented others from using it.

About twenty seconds later, under the amazed gazes of the crowd, Tony Stark finished suiting up and gripped Mjolnir again.

A roaring sound echoed as the thrusters increased their power.

Mjolnir remained as steady as a rock.

"Hahaha, it's useless, you can't lift Mjolnir at all!" Thor laughed triumphantly.

Tony Stark's face darkened: "You can't even lift your own stuff, and you have the nerve to laugh at me?"

This jab made Thor's face darken as well.

"Who says I can't lift it?"

"If you're so good, you do it."

"I will."

Thor tried.

And then, he was mercilessly mocked.

Tony Stark and Thor were both arrogant and conceited by nature; neither would yield to the other. One would spray a line, the other would mock back twice, and before long, they started fighting.

Watching Su Quan encourage others to keep trying Mjolnir, Jane Foster asked worriedly in a low voice: "You... aren't you going to stop them?"

Su Quan glanced over. Although they were fighting intensely, they weren't actually angry. Tony Stark wasn't utilizing his aerial advantage, nor was he launching energy attacks; the two were simply going 'hard-on-hard'!

Thor had just dropped the Odin Force, and now Tony Stark had dropped the Mark 5 briefcase armor.

Stop them?

Don't be silly, the more they fight, the better!

"Let them fight, it won't kill anyone." Su Quan smiled at Jane Foster, whose expression instantly turned strange.

One was the Lei Shen from Norse mythology, the other was the famous billionaire and hero Iron Man, and he was just letting them brawl like this?

It's fine as long as no one dies?

Wasn't his standard for 'fine' a bit too high?

"Go try, I think you might be able to lift it." Seeing others return empty-handed, Su Quan gently nudged Jane Foster.

Darcy Lewis leaned over and asked curiously: "Why do you think Jane can lift it? Is it because she's pretty?"

Su Quan beckoned her to lean closer, then whispered in her ear: "Because she's small."

Darcy Lewis looked at herself, then at Christine Everhart, and finally at Jane Foster, nodding in deep agreement.

"It is indeed very small! But what does that have to do with whether she can lift Mjolnir? It can't be because this hammer likes small things, right?"

Seeing that Darcy Lewis got the point, Su Quan simply draped an arm over her shoulder and whispered earnestly: "According to Odin's rules, whoever can lift Mjolnir gains the power of Thor. Think about it, this is the Lei Shen; when fighting others, you can't exactly wear casual clothes, right? You'd definitely have to wear the Thor uniform, wouldn't you?"

"The Thor, or rather, Asgardian uniform, isn't something just anyone can pull off. You have to look decent in it, right? Like you, for instance—if you wore it, you'd either look bloated or make people lose all interest in fighting!"

Darcy Lewis understood in a second and feigned regret as she shrugged: "Looks like I'll never be able to lift Mjolnir in this lifetime."

"Jane, go for it, you can do it!"

Su Quan laughed heartily and patted the eccentric Darcy Lewis: "I'm starting to like you. How about we exchange numbers?"

"Sure, sure."

Darcy Lewis took out her phone without any pretense and exchanged numbers with Su Quan.

PS: Here is a picture of Darcy Lewis.