"What the heck!"
Listening to Thor and Odin's flattery, Su Ye couldn't help but sigh.
"Don't call me 'Jesus' anymore. From now on, just call me Su Ye, Brother Ye, Lil'—no, not Lil' Su, Old Su is my dad. Just call me Old Ye. Just don't say Jesus."
"With the heating turned on recently, the environment isn't great. Saying the wrong thing can get you into trouble. I don't care if others mean harm or not, but I don't want to get into trouble just because of a careless remark."
"So, do you guys get it?"
Thor and Odin quickly nodded.
"Got it, Brother Ye. From now on, we'll call you Old Ye!"
As the three of them conversed, Frigga and the other two stepped out of the dressing room opposite them.
At that moment, Su Ye's eyes were dazzled.
One China, two eyes, three women, six...
Gotta admit, that emo director is amazing. This golden armor costume, when worn, exudes an unparalleled "sister-in-law" charm.
Compared to this, those early Western period costumes designed to showcase big waves simply don't hold up.
These three women carried that exact style.
But Frigga is Thor's mother, making her a generation apart. As for Loki, she's a transgender woman. It's like watching Jin Xing—no matter what pose she strikes, how she wears her makeup, or what kind of performance she gives, she never comes across as sexy.
So, among the three, Su Ye's focus locked directly onto Hela.
Similarly, the two men in the distance also fixed their gazes.
Odin was looking at Frigga—she was his wife, after all. Was he supposed to look at his daughter instead? He wasn't a pervert like Zeus. Though he had many lovers, he would never lay hands on his own daughter.
As for Thor, it was obvious—his gaze was instantly drawn to Loki.
How could he not? He loved this sibling who had been with him for thousands of years. Even though his brother had become a sister, their bond remained unchanged.
Or rather, had it changed for the better?
Thor suddenly found himself with complicated feelings.
On one hand, he couldn't forget the original Loki. On the other, he found the current Loki extremely satisfying. At this moment, he was dangerously close to making a mistake that all men could understand.
But Thor and Odin were both hiding in the shadows, watching quietly. At the scene, only Su Ye was sitting there, legs crossed, acting all high and mighty.
Who knows if it was a tactical leg press.
"Hmph! Do I look good?"
Hela glanced at Su Ye, lightly twisting her waist. Paired with her oriental palace-style dress, both her 'sister-in-law' and 'little sister' charm burst forth in an instant.
Su Ye shrugged, showing an expression of indifference.
He had seen many figures similar to Hela's—some even better. This level wasn't enough to make him lose his composure. If Hela directly used some 'harem technique,' then perhaps she could slightly challenge Su Ye's self-control.
But only slightly.
"Your figure is fine; you can pull off this outfit," Su Ye said calmly, then shook his head.
"However, this is ultimately a Chinese-style dress. You, a Western woman, wearing it—it feels a bit off. Kind of like 'Dong Shi imitating beauty'—you just can't capture that oriental charm."
"I…"
Hela almost cursed, but as the Goddess of Death, her unwillingness to admit defeat was instantly ignited.
"'Dong Shi imitating beauty'? Can't capture the charm, huh? Just you wait!"
Saying this, Hela stormed back into the dressing room. Not long after, she stepped out in high heels, now wearing a dark green cheongsam, with her hairstyle changed into a sleek, short bob.
At that moment, Su Ye suddenly found her familiar-looking.
"This… kind of looks like Fubuki from One Punch Man! And this cheongsam gives off an even classier vibe than Fubuki's dress. One person, two characters, double the experience? Damn!"
The cheongsam is an outfit that showcases the body very well, and high heels naturally have a butt-lifting effect.
Plus, as a Westerner, Hela already had a curvier figure compared to Eastern women. Adding high heels into the mix—it was all peaks and valleys.
Su Ye even felt that Hela only needed to stand there—without bending down—and he could easily slide… ahem!
Su Ye took a deep breath of milk tea-scented air, subtly adjusting his leg-pressing position.
Across from him, Hela seemed a bit dissatisfied with the slit on her cheongsam. She reached out, grabbed the fabric, and gave it a fierce tug.
"Whoa-oh!"
Su Ye almost imagined hearing Master Qian's approving voice in his ear.
"This isn't a robe anymore—the slit goes all the way to my armpit! I'm practically walking around with two curtains draped over me!"
Even Master Guo wouldn't let this slide.
"No worries! You're still wearing fur-lined mink underwear inside!"
That was roughly the vibe of the scene, minus the mink underwear.
Su Ye could only press his crossed legs even harder. If he didn't, he feared he might just spring up on the spot.
Hela was quite satisfied with Su Ye's reaction. She glanced at him smugly before spinning around in triumph.
"Do I look beautiful?"
Su Ye shook his head.
"You shouldn't ask so bluntly. Instead, you should say: 'Softly, I ask the holy monk, is your daughter beautiful? Is your daughter… beautiful?'"
Hela ignored Su Ye's teasing. She lifted her chin and looked down at him with a commanding expression.
"You see the Queen before you. Why are you not kneeling?"
Her expression was completely different from the shy demeanor she had when she first walked out in the new outfit. There was no trace of teasing—it was purely an order from a superior to a subordinate.
It even made Su Ye recall an old phrase that had recently come back in fashion: "This is a notification, not a negotiation."
Seeing her like this, Su Ye sighed once again.
"After all this back and forth, we still have to fight in the end, huh?"
"If I knew this was how it would end, what was the point of all that nonsense?"
With that, Su Ye stood up, casually pulled out a cigarette, clamped it between his lips, and then, without hesitation, flipped the small coffee table in front of him.
"If we're not playing anymore, then screw it—no one gets to play!"
That tone, that aura—it was exactly like Brother Crow.
However, Su Ye flipping the table didn't startle Frigga or Loki.
The moment he stood up, the sound of shattering glass rang out. In an instant, the entire hall was empty except for Su Ye and Hela. The space had been severed from reality—it was now a mirror dimension.
Here, Su Ye and Hela could fight freely for three hundred rounds. Even if they tore each other's armor apart and went all out, no one would witness it.
Seeing this, Hela understood immediately.
"So, you refuse to kneel before me? In that case, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
As she spoke, Hela waved her hand. Her cheongsam fluttered in the windless space, flowing like a cape.
At the same time, two black short swords materialized in her hands.
"Originally, if you had surrendered earlier, I might have spared your life. But now, I've changed my mind. I'll place the Nibelungen Ring on you and make you kneel as my slave!"
Su Ye shrugged. "After all that talk, you only want to make me your slave instead of killing me? Seems like you're still too soft-hearted!"
"Since you put it that way, I won't go too far either. I'll stick to my original offer—be my maid, and we'll call it even."
Two sharp tongues clashed—there was only one outcome: a fight!
Hela raised her hand, sending countless black swords flying toward Su Ye. She stood there, cloaked in those two strips of cloth—one gust of wind, and it was practically a dark green bikini. Yet, she wielded her weapons with grace, showing not a hint of embarrassment.
Across from her, Su Ye casually waved his hand, summoning a red magical shield that blocked every single sword.
"I told you—this kind of attack won't work on me."
Hela refused to accept that, sending her swords forward again, swarming like a thousand blades returning to their master.
Su Ye simply summoned an even bigger magical shield and planted it firmly in the ground.
All the flying swords crashed into the shield and shattered into countless black fragments, filling the air.
Behind the shield, Su Ye looked completely uninterested. He leaned against it, picking his ear and yawning, appearing utterly bored.
"Hey! Can't you change your stance? Keeping the same attack position all the time—aren't your knees getting sore?"
"Mind your own business! I'll do whatever I want!"
Hela shouted loudly, her expression firm, but inside, she was growing anxious.
It wasn't that she wanted to rely only on this level of attack—it was simply all she could do.
All her power revolved around throwing flying swords.
But since she couldn't break through Su Ye's defense head-on, she started trying different angles.
From below, behind, and above—her swords curved through the air like a legendary swordmaster's flying blades, attacking Su Ye from all directions.
But Su Ye waved his hand again, summoning multiple magical shields. They surrounded him from top to bottom, front to back, left to right, forming a cube-like barrier—an impenetrable defense.
Hela was instantly dumbfounded.
"This is cheating! Your defense is too tight—how am I supposed to attack? Are you playing dirty? Are you?!"
Faced with Hela's complaints, Su Ye could only shrug.
"I'm doing this to protect you—please believe me! Really, if I weren't just defending and actually started attacking, you'd be in a much worse position!"
"Hmph!"
Hela, her anger reaching its peak, decided to go all out. If she was going to do this, she might as well go big.
She clasped her hands together, raised them toward the sky, and shouted, "Swords, come forth!"
In an instant, a fierce wind filled the space. Countless flying swords danced within the storm, forming a whirlwind of blades that swirled violently above Hela's head.
Moments later, the countless flying swords merged into one enormous sword—over a hundred meters long and nearly ten meters wide. With a swing of Hela's arm, the massive blade came crashing down on Su Ye like Mount Tai collapsing from the heavens.
At this size, it could no longer be called a slash—it was a full-on smash.
"I'd like to see just how tough your damn turtle shell really is!"
Hela, growing increasingly frustrated, shouted furiously. With her dramatic attack, she looked straight out of a cringe-worthy anime battle.
Although, with her bikini-and-curtain outfit, the whole scene felt just a bit embarrassing.
"Does this outfit really suit such dramatic attacks? Look, you're already having a wardrobe malfunction!"
Just as Hela's expression turned savage and she prepared to bring down the massive sword with absolute resolve, a teasing voice suddenly sounded beside her.
Hela's movements froze for a split second. Though the massive sword continued its downward motion, her stance wavered, causing her aim to go completely off—the blade missed the cube-shaped shield entirely.
This world-ending strike—had missed its mark.
Hela turned her head, staring at Su Ye in shock.
Just now, if Su Ye had chosen to attack her instead of continuing their conversation, she might have been done for.
Seeing Hela looking at him, Su Ye only shrugged.
"Honestly, I get that you think the cheongsam restricts your movements, but ripping the slit all the way up to your armpit? That completely ruins its elegance—do you know how much of a waste that is?"
"Not only are you wasting the dress's design, but you're also wasting your own figure..."
Hela's response was an even fiercer barrage of attacks—more flying swords, more aggression.
But to Su Ye, it didn't matter. He had already said that flying swords wouldn't work on him, and that remained true.
Yet, Hela refused to believe it. She seemed determined to slice Su Ye into pieces using her flying swords alone.
One person launched desperate, furious attacks, while the other defended effortlessly in boredom. This back-and-forth lasted for two whole hours.
Outside the mirror dimension, Odin and Thor had already snuck back the moment Su Ye and Hela vanished. Each of them supported a slightly shaken Frigga and Loki as they stared at the spot where the two had disappeared, speechless for a long while.
Two hours later, Loki finally muttered a sentence.
"That Su Ye guy… his waist must be really strong!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Odin's family of three was instantly stunned. They had expected Loki to be the first to break the silence—after all, Loki had always been someone who couldn't stand quiet moments.
But they never expected Loki to say something like that.
A lot of people have a misconception that girls should always be delicate, covering their ears and blushing at a dirty joke, saying things like, 'Oh no, I don't want to hear it!'
In reality, when women get raunchy, they can be way filthier than men—to the point where guys don't even get a chance to speak.
With Loki setting the tone, the rest of them immediately became interested.
"I bet Su Ye is a martial arts master. He must have incredible combat skills and experience—otherwise, there's no way he could fight Hela for this long!"
"Father, you're right! Back on Earth, I heard about him. Su Ye—nicknamed Uncle Su—is known as the wildest and most versatile fighter among the Great Wall Guardians!"
"If I ever get the chance, I'd really love to spar with him!"