Chapter 923: Kaizen versus Thor (Part 1)



With heavy breathing and a racing heart, Kaizen held his spear steady against Thor's chest, his psychic energy pulsing through every fiber of his being. The God of Thunder, his blue eyes shining with determination, made no move to push him away. The hall was utterly silent, the gods present watching the scene with a mixture of admiration and fear.

Every muscle in Kaizen's body screamed with exhaustion, but he knew this was the moment. He had to show these gods that a mortal could face one of them as an equal. His mind raced with strategies, but there was a part of him that knew the fight was far from over.

"You are impressive, Kaizen," Thor said, his deep, resonant voice echoing through the hall. "But this fight is far from over."

Before Kaizen could respond, he felt a surge of energy emanating from Thor. The God of Thunder slowly raised Mjolnir, and thunder began to roar overhead. The ceiling of the Celestial Hall seemed to open, revealing rapidly forming storm clouds. Lightning snaked across the sky, reflecting off the polished marble surface below.

Kaizen's concentration wavered for a moment, just long enough for Thor to take advantage. In one swift, powerful motion, he used Mjölnir to push Kaizen's spear away and leapt backward, creating distance between them. The storm clouds seemed to respond to his command, and a bolt of lightning descended from the heavens, converging on his hammer.

The power emanating from Thor was overwhelming. Kaizen felt the air around him electrify, every hair on his body standing on end in response. His mind struggled to process what he saw. It was as if nature itself was at Thor's command, and Kaizen found himself facing a force that seemed impossible to stop.

"Show me the extent of your power, mortal," Thor roared, his voice barely audible over the thunder.

Kaizen knew he couldn't hesitate. He channeled all the psychic energy he had left and formed a barrier around himself as he moved forward again. Thor brought Mjolnir down in one devastating blow, and the impact against Kaizen's psychic shield was so powerful that he felt his legs go weak.

"You may have the power of thunder, Thor," Kaizen said, his voice filled with a new confidence. "But I have the power of human will."

With a war cry, Kaizen lunged forward, his spear glowing with new intensity. Thor brought Mjolnir down with a devastating blow, but this time Kaizen was ready. He focused all of his psychic energy into a single point and directed it toward the tip of his spear. As the two forces collided, the impact was so powerful that the entire hall seemed to vibrate.

For a brief moment, everything fell silent. The hall, the columns, the watching gods - everything seemed frozen in time. Then an explosion of blinding light filled the room, blinding everyone present. When the light finally faded, Kaizen was standing, his spear outstretched before him, and Thor was kneeling, his hammer at his side.

Breathing heavily, Kaizen looked up at Thor. The God of Thunder raised his head, his eyes still shining with a mixture of surprise and respect. He smiled slightly, a smile that acknowledged the strength and determination Kaizen had shown.

"You... are worthy, Kaizen." Thor said, his voice heavy with exhaustion.

The hall erupted with murmurs of admiration and surprise. The watching gods could not believe what they had just witnessed. Kaizen, a mere mortal, had brought Thor, the God of Thunder, to his knees.

Thor's heavy breathing echoed in the hall, and every sound reverberated off the golden walls of the palace. All around, the gods and goddesses still whispered in disbelief. Kaizen stood motionless, trying to process what had just happened. The spear in his hand shook slightly, and he could feel the exhaustion taking over his body, but he couldn't let it get him down. Not yet.

"Thor... you fought with honor," Kaizen said, his voice firmer than he had expected. "But this fight... isn't over yet, is it?"

Thor raised his head, his blue eyes sparkling with genuine admiration. He stood slowly, every move a demonstration of his strength and dignity. He picked up Mjölnir with ease and shook his head negatively.