Harry doesn't want to be a wizard, he just wants to be a superhero

Chapter 8: No Miserable Defeat (Bonus Chapter!)

Due to the heavy blow to his main body, Loki's illusionary clones shattered instantly like bubbles, turning into starlight and dissipating into the air.

He staggered, retreating several steps, clutching his swollen left eye, which was now highly inflamed and bruised.

Loki's eyes burned with fierce anger as he glared at Harry, regaining his composure and charging at him again: "I was careless just now, I didn't dodge. The first round starts now!"

Before his words could fade, he stomped hard on the ground, instantly leaving a shallow footprint as his body tore through the air towards Harry.

That's what he said, but Harry already knew the trickster god's cunning, and the magic within him surged instantly, like nimble tentacles, spreading wildly around him, keenly sensing the surrounding abnormal fluctuations.

Sure enough, several invisible magical beams were rapidly approaching him from behind.

These magical beams were not fatal, but being hit by them would cause injury, and for a long time afterward, one would be trapped in negative states such as confusion, dizziness, and freezing.

A hint of mockery flashed across Harry's face: "Loki, you're still as despicable and shameless as ever, only knowing how to hide in the dark and engage in petty tricks!"

He took out his wand and cast an Iron Skin Charm on himself. After completing all this, Harry lightly twisted his wrist, and the wand disappeared again, stored in his pocket dimension.

He also stomped hard on the ground, enveloped in surging lightning power, charging towards Loki, distorting and deforming the air with ionization in his wake.

The several magical beams hidden in the air arrived first, and the Iron Skin Charm intercepted all of them.

However, while it intercepted all the magic, it became fragile. In the first close-quarters collision between Harry and Loki, it shattered like glass struck by a heavy hammer, turning into fragments and dissipating into the air with a crack.

A series of spells to strengthen the body, such as current enhancement, magic enhancement, and electromagnetic force coverage, were cast on Harry in one go.

These spells brought heavy pressure to his body, but at the same time, they also allowed his physical qualities to achieve a leap-like improvement.

The two figures intertwined, and the dagger in Loki's hand, accompanied by a sharp gust of wind, stabbed swiftly at Harry like two cold glimmers.

But Harry was prepared. Just as the dagger was about to pierce him, he suddenly reached out his arm, relying on his powerful strength and agile skills to accurately block Loki's swinging dagger.

Immediately afterward, Harry raised his palm without hesitation, bringing a whistling sound as he slapped hard towards Loki's cheek.

"Smack!"

This crisp sound seemed particularly abrupt in the dueling arena. Loki's thin cheek rippled like a wave, and his originally fair face quickly swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if stained with tomato color.

At the same time, a streak of bright red blood slowly flowed from his nostrils, dripping onto the cold ground along the corner of his mouth.

The power of this slap was too astonishing. Loki's body swayed uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string, and his mind went blank.

He was stunned by the sudden slap!

However, he quickly regained his composure, adjusted his state, and raised his other hand to stab at Harry.

But this time, the result was the same as last time: his attack was easily blocked by Harry, and another slap landed on his face.

"Smack!"

The crisp sound of the slap echoed in the air again, this time with even more force than the last.

Loki's cheeks instantly swelled up high, both sides swollen identically, a bright red color, like ripe red apples.

His original arrogant and aloof appearance was gone, replaced by a face of embarrassment and ridiculousness.

Looking at Loki in this state, Harry couldn't help but laugh and couldn't help but tease: "You look much cuter now than usual!"

Compared to Harry's pleasant mood, Loki's mood was not so wonderful. He roared: "Harry Potter!"

At this moment, the humiliation and anger in his heart reached their peak, and he dreamed of gaining the upper hand in the next battle and then severely humiliating Harry.

However, he was no longer Harry's opponent in close combat and had completely fallen into a disadvantage.

Harry's attacks were as dense as a storm, punches hitting flesh, one kick after another landing on him, beating him without any power to fight back.

Soon, Loki was bleeding profusely, and bright red blood flowed down his forehead and cheeks.

Finally, after narrowly avoiding a heavy punch from Harry, Loki seized a fleeting opportunity, teleporting away to create distance from Harry.

Looking at Loki, who was fleeing in a disheveled state, Harry curled the corner of his mouth into a cheerful smile, but did not choose to pursue him, but stayed where he was, his chest rising and falling sharply, panting heavily.

"Huff…"

Harry let out a long breath, and the smile on his face became even brighter. He really enjoyed beating him up just now, especially since the target was Loki, that annoying ghost, and this sense of pleasure soared exponentially!

Sure enough, the battle between men should be fist-to-fist!

Loki stood in the distance, his face as gloomy as if water could drip from it.

He raised his hand and gently waved it, and a layer of illusory illusion enveloped him.

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Under the effect of this illusion, his originally messy clothes became smooth and neat, his swollen cheeks returned to their usual fairness, and the bloodstains at the corners of his mouth also disappeared quietly. In an instant, he turned back into that elegant and graceful appearance.

"Hmph!" Loki snorted heavily, stiffening his neck. Although he pretended to be calm on his face, his eyes still revealed an unconcealable panic:

"That didn't count just now. I wasn't ready yet. Let's start the second round. The battle between wizards should be decided with magic. Close combat is what crude warriors do!"

As soon as Loki's words fell, boos rose from the audience. It seemed that none of the Asgardian warriors bought Loki's statement.

A real man should fight fist-to-fist!

Seeing that Loki was still stubbornly resisting, Harry shook his head and chuckled softly:

"No, Loki, the duel is already over. You can't really think that after taking so many punches from me just now, I wouldn't leave anything on you, would you?"

Loki's face instantly turned as pale as paper, and he immediately wanted to mobilize his magic to check his body, but everything was too late.

Harry slowly raised his hand, gently bent his slender fingers, and then snapped them.

"Snap!"

This soft sound was particularly abrupt on the silent battlefield.

In an instant, a sharp and piercing sound burst out from Loki's body, a sound like a thousand birds chirping in unison in his ears.

The electric current that remained on Loki's body when Harry's fist landed earlier was triggered by this snap.

Those electric currents turned into countless silver snakes, wandering and raging wildly around Loki's body, causing him to twitch uncontrollably.

And in this flash of lightning, Harry's figure disappeared from the spot like a ghost.

The next moment, he appeared in front of Loki, holding the Vishanti's Sacred Sword in his hand, horizontally across Loki's neck!

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