Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

"Rasengan Uzuhiko?"

Soros's brow furrowed deeply.

He didn't quite understand what Peter meant.

But he could clearly feel the nauseating dizziness inside his body.

My stomach is churning.

The world before my eyes spun around me.

No matter how hard I try, my hands and feet won't obey me.

Even though the ground beneath him remained completely still, he felt as if he were a small boat swaying precariously in a raging storm.

"Impossible... I am the greatest successor! How could mere gravity possibly render me so pathetic?"

Soros braced himself with his hands on the ground, his ten fingers deeply embedded in the cracked concrete pavement.

The veins all over his body throbbed like thin snakes, and every muscle trembled from excessive blood flow.

He struggled desperately, trying to force himself to sit up.

the first time,

He had barely lifted his upper body half a foot when his left arm twisted unnaturally half a circle, causing him to fall back down in a sorry state. His face slammed into the ground, creating a spiderweb-like crack in the earth.

the second time.

This time he forced himself to turn over, attempting to leap up in a motion similar to a carp jumping.

But the next second, the dizziness in his mind suddenly intensified several times, and when he tried to get up, he rolled to the side, turning his normal leap into a lazy roll.

the third time……

Before he could make a move, Evil Peter suddenly remarked:

"What kind of thunderous move is this? A raging sea of ​​maggots?"

vomit~

Soros, who was already feeling dizzy, felt his blood rush to his head after Peter's mockery.

The moment I tried to picture that scene again, I immediately vomited.

However, what he vomited was not food scraps, but pieces of dark red internal organs.

The power of Rasengan Uzuhiko shouldn't have been enough to tear Soros's internal organs apart.

But even though his body was already in a bad state, Soros still struggled, which led to the tragedy.

Even though his internal organs were already twisting in one direction, Soros forced himself to stand up and then applied a completely opposite force.

The combined effect of the two forces did not cancel each other out, but rather resulted in mutual destruction—he even ruptured his internal organs due to excessive force!

"Old Deng, I advise you not to bother."

Peter floated in mid-air, arms crossed, looking down at Soros with the gaze one would give a dying prey.

"The cosmic energy within you is not entirely under your control, and now it's been stirred up into a mess by my gravitational field. The more you manipulate it, the more volatile it becomes."

"The more agitated I am, the faster the gravity I inject will rotate."

"The faster you go, the less likely you are to get back up."

"It's a vicious cycle, you understand?"

Soros understood, but he was unwilling to accept the fact.

He, Soros, the totem king who has lived for thousands of years, is an existence that is infinitely close to that of a god.

How could he be so shameful as to lie on the ground like a dead dog, letting his "food" be humiliated?

It's like how a person can't accept a dog suddenly running over and peeing on their head.

Soros had the same thought at that moment.

He, Soros, can die in battle, or die of old age, but he absolutely cannot die in such a shameful way at the hands of his own prey!

"Damn it... damn it!"

Soros's eyes were bloodshot. He gave up on getting up and instead lay prone on the ground, gathering energy like a giant toad.

His idea was very simple: if the problem couldn't be solved, then eliminate the person who caused it.

He planned to use the energy within his body—enough to easily detonate a planet—to kill Peter and perish together with him.

This is much better than dying such a humiliating death at the hands of the other party, isn't it?

"You despicable crawler, I'd rather die..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

A dark golden figure had already appeared in front of him.

boom.

Peter kicked Soros in the face as if he were kicking a soccer ball.

This was so sudden and unexpected that Soros, caught off guard, even bit off his own tongue.

His body spun continuously in the air, finally crashing heavily into the psychic shield, sliding down inch by inch like a dead dog.

Almost at the same moment he landed, Peter appeared in front of him in a flash.

He stepped on Soros's head, looking down at the once arrogant head of the heir family:

"mean?"

"How many spider totems have you, the heirs, hunted down over thousands of years? How many Peter Parkers have you wiped out across universes?"

"When you wantonly plundered the power of others, did you never think about these two words?"

"Now that you're crawling on the ground like a dog, you suddenly think of accusing others of being despicable?"

As he spoke, Peter stomped his foot twice on Soros's face.

The pure cosmic energy within his body immediately seeped into Soros's body through this physical contact.

When two completely homogeneous energies meet, they immediately trigger a violent resonance.

Its body, which had originally been swollen like a giant toad, deflated like a punctured balloon.

Then, his entire body began to crack inch by inch as this energy went berserk.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

Soros let out a scream that was not uttered by a human.

Dark purple blood seeped from his eyes, nostrils, and mouth at the same time.

Outside the protective shield, everyone held their breath.

The spider army couldn't help but cover their mouths, their eyes reddening—not out of sympathy, but because their long-suppressed fear had finally found an outlet.

This monster, this predator that feeds on them and hunts them across various universes, has finally met its just deserts!

Peter initially felt quite relieved to see him like this.

But as he looked at it, he realized something was wrong.

Soros's body was clearly in such a terrible state that it was unbearable to look at. His limbs were twisted and his skin was covered with purplish-black cracks, like a piece of porcelain about to shatter.

But it happens—

This porcelain piece, though full of cracks, did not break.

Those horrific injuries were spreading rapidly, every second, at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Realizing this, Peter kicked Soros in the head again.

That kick almost made his head explode.

But surprisingly, the head that was about to explode returned to normal in less than a few seconds.

Tsk~

Peter frowned.

He found that his usual attacks seemed to have no effect on this guy.

His regeneration speed is too fast, and although the cosmic energy is no longer under his control, it is still passively providing him with protection.

This meant that Peter's attack was not enough to cause him fatal damage.

"High defense and high HP, right?"

Peter took a step back, looking at the old vampire on the ground who, though beaten into a human stump, was still stubbornly repairing himself, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

If I were to deliver a genuine punch that injures you, how would you respond?