Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

Hela charged forward at incredible speed, her black blade slicing through the air in ripples.

Faced with a blade sharp enough to wound the Queen of God, Peter not only did not dodge, but even took a half step forward.

In the blink of an eye, Senbonzakura had quietly landed in his hand.

The blade swept upwards, precisely deflecting the sharp blade on the left, while simultaneously turning the body to avoid the blow aimed at the heart from the right.

The sound of metal clashing echoed in the hall.

Hela's eyes changed; the languid amusement vanished, replaced by pure astonishment.

She stepped back two paces and looked down at the blade in her right hand—a tiny nick had appeared on the edge.

Although the gap was instantly repaired by the necromantic powers that Hela had envisioned the moment it appeared, it still greatly shocked Hela.

"Interesting," she said, looking Peter up and down again. This time, the contempt in her eyes was no longer there.

"The most interesting part is yet to come," Peter replied.

"Really?" Hela licked her lips lightly, a hint of amusement in her voice.

"I hope you won't disappoint me too much."

As she spoke, her attacks became even more ferocious.

Two sharp blades unleashed a dense net of black light, sealing off all of Peter's angles of evasion.

Peter didn't dodge.

He raised his hand and beckoned, and the Black Death Sword appeared in his other hand in the next second.

Two swords against two blades, the edges clashing wildly, creating a deafening noise.

With the added insight from his Kaleidoscope and Observation Haki, Peter's every block was perfectly timed.

Every counterattack forced Hela to retreat and defend.

Hela's expression gradually changed. From initial surprise, it turned into solemnity, and then into a flushed, almost excited look.

Her body was trembling slightly, not from fear, but from pure excitement.

Her sword strikes became faster and stronger, with dark green divine power surging around her.

The impact of their battle even caused the celestial palace beneath their feet to tremble violently.

As Hela unleashed her divine power, Peter also activated the long-lost resonance between the two gods.

Golden divine runes lit up his body, helping him to steadily withstand every attack from Hela, and even unleash a series of fierce killing moves that made Thor and his companions' scalps tingle.

After exchanging blows for what seemed like an eternity, Peter glanced at his side.

Noticing Thor crawling out of the rubble, Frigga's shoulder wound slowly healing, Loki stood there, pale-faced, clutching his dagger.

"Sol!" Peter suddenly spoke during another break in the block, "Don't just stand there! Get the civilians on board!"

Hela heard it.

Her attack suddenly paused for a moment.

The next second, the eerie green divine light around her surged, and with the blessing of divine power, she raised her hand and threw a heavy punch at Peter's face.

Peter was sent flying backward, crashing through several walls of the hall before finally landing on the stone slabs of the square, creating a huge crater.

"How dare you be distracted?" Hela landed five meters in front of him, her voice filled with obvious anger. "While I was fighting, you dared to look at someone else?"

Peter calmly got up from the ground, and his injuries healed quickly in less than 0.1 seconds.

He dusted himself off and instantly appeared in front of Hela. He threw a punch, sending Hela flying. His body left a long trench in the ground of the Asgard Palace.

Looking at Hela, whom he had just knocked away, Peter spoke as if nothing had happened:

"Sorry, that won't happen again, provided... you can keep up with my fighting pace."

Hela's eyes narrowed, flashing two dangerous glints:

"I like your arrogance, and if you survive, I think I'll like you even more."

As she spoke, she transformed into a black afterimage and charged towards Peter once more.

This time, her attack method completely changed.

It's no longer just about extending a sharp blade from the palm to slash; the entire body has become a weapon.

Fingernails, knees, elbows, chest... every part of the body that could be used for attack now protruded with black spikes.

Hela spun wildly, almost like a human spinning top, her spikes attacking Peter's vitals from all sorts of unexpected angles.

Peter chuckled softly at this.

The next second, Armament Haki enveloped the blades of his twin swords, and each parry was accompanied by a muffled explosion.

At the same time, Mr. Fantastic's genes were activated, and his body became like clay, easily manipulated.

The two fought from the celestial palace to the main hall, and then from the main hall to the plaza.

Each collision unleashed a terrifying shockwave, even causing space itself to subtly distort.

Every unintentional aftershock of a battle is enough to destroy a building or leave spiderweb-like cracks on the ground.

During the battle between the two, the people of Asgard began to board refugee ships under the organization of Thor and others.

Thor stood on the ship's railing, looking up at the two figures in the sky that kept colliding and separating, unconsciously clenching his fists.

An unprecedented sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.

After losing the hammer, he suddenly felt utterly useless.

When his so-called sister came to claim the throne, he was surprisingly vulnerable.

"Don't be discouraged, child. After all, she's two thousand years older than you!"

Frigga gave her son a timely hug and spoke to ease his resentment.

"But I was powerless against him, even Mjolnir... At this critical moment when Asgard is facing life and death, I can do nothing but rely on Peter's power."

Thor's spirits began to wane.

"If you feel you are not worthy of that position, you are welcome to abdicate the throne to me."

Suddenly, Loki's cold snort came from beside him.

"I may not be as powerful as you, but at least I won't show this pathetic weakness in front of my people!"

Thor paused for a moment, then subconsciously looked back at his people and suddenly realized something.

Frigga gently patted his shoulder at that moment:

"My child, there are some things I've wanted to say for a long time: you're too fixated on Mjolnir's power, or rather... on your father's approval!"

"In fact, you are not the God of Hammers, and your power was not bestowed upon you by Mjolnir. You are the born God of Thunder. Even without Mjolnir, you are still Thor Odinson, still the only God of Thunder in Asgard!"

Upon hearing this, Saul looked at his mother, then at his own hands. After a moment, he slowly closed his eyes and reached out to touch his heart.

Feeling the heartbeat, Thor took a deep breath.

I felt as if a tightly strung string in my heart had suddenly snapped completely.

The next second, blinding lightning flashed from Thor's body.

Mr. Thor has finally overcome his inner conflict.