Marvel: AS A PRINCE IN ASGARD

The two-headed ogre may appear bulky, but his towering frame grants him surprising speed. In just a few strides, he closed the distance to Ragna. With a thunderous roar, he swung his massive mace down toward Ragna with crushing force.

Though Ragna was not necessarily weaker than the ogre, he had no intention of meeting the ogre's brute strength head-on. He sidestepped swiftly, allowing the mace to slam into the ground, sending a cloud of dust into the air. Seizing the opportunity, Ragna drew his sword and thrust it toward the ogre's thigh.

*Clang!* 

The blade left only a scratch on the ogre's leg armor. 

"I knew this armor would be thick," Ragna muttered, but he didn't stop moving. He began circling the ogre rapidly, slashing at him with his sword. 

The sound of metal clashing against metal filled the arena as the ogre swung his mace faster and faster. The air whistled with each swing, and the ogre's roars mixed with the flying dust, blurring the figures of Ragna and the ogre in the chaos. 

Finally, with a high-pitched *clang*, the dust began to settle. Ragna and the ogre stood facing each other once more. 

*Crack, crack…* 

The one-handed sword in Ragna's hand slowly splintered and fell apart, while the ogre's iron armor, now covered in countless scratches, clattered to the ground. 

"The equipment this arena provides is terrible!" Ragna exclaimed, tossing aside the broken hilt of his sword. He clenched his fists and gestured provocatively at the ogre, who still gripped his massive mace, signaling him to attack. 

The audience erupted in excitement. 

"Ogre! Ogre! Ogre!" 

To them, the unarmed and slender Ragna stood no chance against the five-meter-tall, thick-skinned ogre wielding a mace. 

But the ogre, breathing heavily, grew more serious. He knew the real battle had only just begun. 

Without hesitation, the ogre charged forward. The loss of his iron armor had weakened his defense, but it also made him more agile. His mace swung so fast it became a blur, yet it never managed to hit Ragna. 

Ragna was faster. 

Dodge, punch, dodge, kick. 

Ragna relentlessly targeted the ogre's left leg. 

*Better to break one finger than to wound ten,* he thought. 

*Thud, thud, thud!* 

The sound of fists striking tough flesh echoed through the arena. The ogre's defenses were formidable, but with a sudden *crack*, his left leg gave way. Ragna had broken the ogre's leg bone. 

The ogre dragged his injured leg, still swinging his mace, but his attacks were noticeably slower. 

The audience watched in stunned silence, while countless gamblers who had bet on the ogre began to curse or weep in despair. 

The few gamblers who had bet on the Sun God to win began to cheer loudly, their voices roaring with excitement. The outcome was now clear.

"You are strong, but I must become the champion!" Ragna said, allowing himself a moment of relief. 

Victory and defeat were indeed decided. 

Ragna increased his speed once more. This time, instead of targeting the ogre's thighs, he moved behind the ogre and began attacking his spine. If he could break the spine, the ogre would be doomed. 

*Thud, thud, thud!* 

The sound of Ragna's strikes echoed again, and the ogre's roars grew heavier and more labored. The ogre swung his mace wildly, but with his left leg injured, he couldn't effectively reach Ragna, who was now behind him. 

Ragna slowed his movements slightly, focusing on increasing the intensity of his attacks to end the fight quickly. 

With a powerful *thud*, Ragna landed a heavy blow, causing the ogre to stagger. It seemed the ogre was struggling to stay upright. 

Ragna prepared to strike again, but suddenly, one of the two-headed ogre's heads twisted backward, its eyes locking directly onto Ragna. 

Then, with its mouth wide open, a blast of freezing cold air surged from the ogre's mouth, threatening to turn Ragna into an ice block. 

At the same time, the ogre, who had seemed exhausted, dropped his mace and swiftly turned around. He grabbed Ragna, who was now partially frozen, in his massive hand. 

"Little man, you didn't expect this, did you? My greatest strength is magic! I will become the champion!" the ogre's other head sneered, its mouth opening wide as it prepared to devour Ragna alive. 

"Sorry, but my greatest strength is also magic," Ragna said calmly. 

Despite being encased in frost, Ragna's body suddenly radiated intense heat. The frost melted instantly, turning into scalding steam that burned the ogre's hand red. 

"Hot, hot, hot!" the ogre cried out, hurling Ragna away before exhaling cold air to soothe his burned hand. 

Ragna stood up, his gaze fixed on the ogre. "It's over. I wanted to save this for the end—**Solar Flare Shock!**" 

An overwhelming surge of energy began to gather in the air, then descended from the sky like a blazing sun. 

The injured ogre exhaled freezing air, trying to counter the solar energy raining down on him. But how could the power of frost hope to withstand the might of the sun? 

The ogre was completely overwhelmed. Ragna, drawing power from the sun, intensified the solar impact. The searing heat blistered the ogre's skin, covering his heads in painful burns. 

With one final, desperate roar, the two-headed ogre was slowly consumed by the flames, his massive body melting under the relentless heat. 

When the Solar Flare faded, only a few charred bones remained.