Chapter 244

"You can call me Abe, or any other name, but people here call me Old Man. As you can see, I am the oldest gladiator here."

An old man wearing silver robes sat outside Thor's cell. He was a Sakaaran, his skin red all over, but old age had made his body very shriveled, as if he had changed races.

"You are the newcomer favored by His Highness the Prince, so I will tell you the rules of the Sakaar arena..." The old man named Abe held a long spear in his arms. Although he was old, his speech was fairly clear, but his teeth chattered when he spoke, as if he had no confidence.

Thor, locked on the dungeon wall, rolled his somewhat cloudy eyeballs, looked at the old man, and asked in a hoarse voice: "They caught another Asgardian... who is he?"

Abe shook his head and said to himself: "When the day of the match comes, you must dress well, then wear the designated armor, put on the helmet, and hold your weapon well. This is your weapon. Do you need me to introduce it to you?"

Abe showed the long spear he was holding to Thor. Thor's gaze fell on it, and he revealed a somewhat mocking look. The facial muscles that had not made expressions for too long were somewhat stiff.

Thor's cheeks had completely sunk in, his eyes deeply sunken in his eye sockets, and he could no longer see the appearance of the heroic Asgardian prince. He looked like a prisoner who had been locked up for many years.

But after his eyes slightly recovered a bit of spirit, a sharper temperament was reflected from him, which made every expression of his very eye-catching. Abe saw his expression and said: "I have only heard of Asgardians from others. I heard that you are born with powerful strength, then you had better bring out your true skills, so that His Highness the Prince might let you off."

"That person is your prince?" Thor asked: "What is his name?"

Mentioning Prince Yashan, Abe trembled, and then said: "How can I mention the honorable name of His Highness the Prince? He is the most respected prince on Sakaar, the youngest son most favored by His Majesty the Emperor, and the future master of Sakaar..."

"... You... cough cough... why do you respect him so much?"

"Because he is the most respected prince on Sakaar..."

Abe just kept repeating the same words, as if repeatedly reciting an article. After a while, he stood up tremblingly, threw the spear in front of Thor's cell, and said: "Later, His Highness the Prince will let you out to duel with the fierce gladiators under his command. You must remember, dress well and wear armor, take the weapon..."

As he spoke, he left with a hunched body. Not long after, Sakaaran guards walked into the dungeon, opened the door of Thor's cell, then unlocked the shackles on his wrists, and escorted him outside the dungeon.

After walking up from the dungeon, it was a not-so-large training ground. Prince Yashan was standing in the center of the training ground, and two strong aliens were fighting in front of him.

He saw Thor coming over and smiled. He was in a good mood and very talkative. He waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to release Thor, but did not unlock his handcuffs and shackles, instead letting him stand in place. Prince Yashan turned his head and asked him: "What do you think of them? How do they compare to the warriors of your Asgard?"

Thor did not answer. His figure was thin, his expression haggard, and he was expressionless. Prince Yashan's expression became somewhat ugly, and he said: "Asgardian, you had better put down your arrogance. You are just trash thrown out by your tribesmen. You are no different from them, and now you are all my slaves!"

"You said you caught another Asgardian, who is he?" Thor's eyes stared at Prince Yashan. There was a blade-like sharpness in his eyes, a temperament that had never appeared on Thor before.

Thor in the past was like most Asgardians, his expression firm, revealing a heroic temperament. But now, he was like changing from a blunt weapon to a sharp weapon, from a war hammer to a long spear.

Prince Yashan looked at his eyes, and his first reaction was to take half a step back with a guilty conscience. But soon, he reacted, discovered his previous action, and angrily let the guard lash Thor fiercely with a whip.

The guard pressed on Thor's shoulder, forcing him to kneel halfway. Prince Yashan looked down at Thor and said: "Don't look at me with that kind of eyes, you damn trash! I am the heir to the Sakaar throne, the most noble prince!"

Thor restrained his gaze and lowered his head. Prince Yashan thought he was afraid and was about to reveal a triumphant expression when he heard Thor say in a hoarse voice: "I only now understand how ridiculous the things I did in the past were."

"Just like you now, perhaps the me of the past, in the eyes of some higher existences, was just an ignorant native who was fierce in an ant nest..."

Prince Yashan did not understand what he wanted to express, but this did not prevent him from hearing the mockery in Thor's tone. He stepped forward and kicked Thor fiercely, kicking him to the ground, and then said: "Do you think you are very noble? Asgardian? This is Sakaar, not a place where you can run wild!"

"If you really had skills, would you have become this sorry state? You had better be honest and don't lose face for me in the subsequent duel, otherwise..."

As he spoke, he turned to look at the two aliens who were fighting. One of them had already been defeated and was being pressed to the ground and beaten by the other. Prince Yashan waved his hand with a gloomy face, signaling his subordinates to separate them, and then picked up the defeated one.

That defeated alien had purple skin and four arms. Thor knew that should be a native of the Arcturus galaxy. Prince Yashan took a long spear from his subordinates and then let his subordinates press the strong Arcturian to the ground.

The Arcturian revealed a fearful and desperate expression. When Prince Yashan raised the long spear, a look of resentment appeared on his face, and then he shouted in his mother tongue: "You despicable villain, the fire will burn you to ashes!... Ahhh!!!"

The long spear passed through his body, and fresh blood splashed onto Thor's face. He still lowered his head expressionlessly, his long golden hair hanging on his shoulders. That sharp temperament became more and more unable to be covered, even from a few steps away, one could feel it was somewhat stinging.

Prince Yashan held the bloody spear high, and all his subordinates howled crazily to praise him, calling him the most respected heir of Sakaar. Thor knelt halfway to the side, silent.

"Look, Asgardian, trash like you who was thrown out by your tribesmen will never get so much respect and worship like me!"