Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

[Current remaining sacrifice points: 6800.]

Looking at his incredibly generous account balance.

Peter couldn't help but whistle excitedly.

This is a real windfall.

Not only did they save up the money for exchanging for the Compassionate Soul-Saving Technique, but they even had a large surplus!

Thinking this, Peter subconsciously glanced at the other three symbiotes stored in the sealed box:

"Although these guys are all relatively unknown Karami, their overall combat strength is undeniable. They should be able to provide at least two or three thousand sacrifice points, right?"

Thinking this, Peter immediately walked toward the sealed box containing the other three symbiotes.

Just as Peter was about to bend down and remove the other three symbiotes.

swoosh~

A sharp sound of wind breaking came from behind.

Peter didn't even look behind him when a black and red tentacle spontaneously extended from his back.

The tentacles formed sharp blades at their ends and swept across the oncoming figure, sending a ball of grayish-brown slime shaped like a meteor hammer crashing to the ground with a muffled clang.

"They are mine!"

Consumed by riots, Carlton stretched out his arm to reattach the parts Peter had cut off, while letting out a piercing roar at Peter.

Carlton was unaware of Peter's plan to sacrifice the other symbiotes as well.

Now he looked at Peter, whose entire body was covered by symbiotes.

I thought some local indigenous people had obtained the leaked symbiote and were greedily preparing to take the rest of the symbiotes for themselves.

This made him so angry that his eyes turned red.

God knows how long he prepared for these four symbiotes, and how much money he invested.

In this situation, how could he possibly allow any entity that disobeys his orders to steal his symbiote?

Karl had no time to think about how swift and fierce Peter's counterattack had been; he charged at Peter again like a maddened beast.

His hands transformed into two enormous blades, ready to sever Peter and his symbiote on the spot!

His idea was wonderful, but the reality was...

clang!

Peter, whose actions had been interrupted, simply turned around and casually raised one hand.

In the blink of an eye, his arm transformed into a metallic black and red shield, effortlessly blocking Carlton's attack.

Not to mention getting injured, there wasn't even a scratch on the shield.

"Um?"

Riot was stunned when he noticed that Peter had easily parried the attack.

How is that possible?

His attack just now could easily cut through even the thick steel plates of the prison, so how could it have been caught so easily by the other party?

You should know that among his kind on Planet Klinta, he was already one in a hundred.

Although the performance of his strength was somewhat affected by that good-for-nothing Carlton, there's no reason why he wouldn't leave even a trace.

Is it because this parasite possessing another of its kind is exceptionally talented? Or is this creature something even more extraordinary than itself?

Just as Riot was thinking this to himself, Peter's incredibly relaxed voice reached the ears of Riot and Carlton:

"Is this all you're capable of, being one of our own kind?"

"In my eyes, you're just a little dog at best."

Upon hearing this, the self-proclaimed elite Riot and Carlton instantly turned red.

Riot roared, and his arms instantly transformed into two enormous meteor hammers, accompanied by a fierce wind capable of tearing through the air, smashing towards Peter again and again!

Peter's eyes lit up when he noticed the attack coming from the rioters.

This is a great opportunity to test racial differences!

Thinking this, he subconsciously raised his shield and stood firmly in place, while closing his eyes to carefully sense the force of the opponent's attack landing on his shield.

Six-Style Playful Techniques: Hand Combination!

This is a technique used by Otonashi the owl in One Piece, which can calculate the power of the Dao that hits him in a data-driven way.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

The riots' attacks were as fierce as a storm, each strike leaving a huge crater in the earth.

But Peter simply raised his shield and stood there leisurely, motionless.

About ten seconds later, Riot, who was on the offensive, gradually slowed down his movements, panting heavily. At this time, Peter also roughly tested the racial difference between himself and Riot.

Peter was very satisfied with the test results.

All I can say is that the selection mechanism of this broken watch is truly outrageous.

The riots were clearly committed by the elite class of Klinta.

But his attacks on Peter were only so-so.

If we compare the racial differences between Peter and the Riots to the members of CP9 in One Piece...

That riot was roughly on par with the level of Kaku or Gabra.

Peter is essentially the once-in-eight-hundred-years super genius Rob Lucci from CP9.

That is, only by doubling all the values ​​of the riots could it be roughly equivalent to Peter's current state.

Even without Peter using his Iron Block defense, the damage he suffered during that riot attack would have been extremely limited.

Like I said before... the damage he caused was probably less than the amount of health he recovered using the Horse Talisman!

Now that the differences in ability between the two sides have been tested.

So next… Peter grinned, giving the rioters an incredibly smug smile:

"Have you made enough trouble? If you have, then it's my turn!"

The moment he heard that sound, his chaotic mind went completely blank.

How is that possible?

Having withstood my fierce attack, how can this guy still stand and talk so easily?!

Are you kidding me!

In the midst of his riotous, blank mind, Peter had already thrown his fist.

Without any chakra or Six Powers techniques, it was just an ordinary punch thrown out.

But even such a punch sent chills down the spines of the rioters.

He frantically tried to defend himself, but... Peter was too fast!

Before he could even retract his hands to defend himself, Peter's fist had already come flying.

boom!

The dark red fist grew larger and larger in the chaotic scene.

next second.

The riot's massive body first arched into the shape of a shrimp, and then...

The dark red fist actually "passed" right through his body.

Peter's punch shattered the riot and destroyed Carlton in one fell swoop!

The terrifying force sent the two flying backward like cannonballs, even smashing through the alloy steel plates of the rocket debris!

Carlton felt a sharp pain in his chest.

He instinctively screamed in terror:

"Riot! Help me!"

But the riots remained unmoved by Carlton's pleas for help.

He simply endured the pain and stretched out his arm to smash the storage box containing the other three symbiotes.

Then... he hurriedly grabbed a clump of symbiotes and stuffed it into Carlton's body.

He himself simply abandoned Carlton and, without a second thought, took over the role of Cletus Cassady, who had just stepped off the helicopter...