Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

As the intensity of the battle with Hela continues to escalate,

Peter could feel his Conqueror's Haki becoming increasingly excited and active.

In the world of One Piece, the true ultimate use of Conqueror's Haki is not to switch it on or off, but to entangle it.

By imbuing their weapons with the power of Conqueror's Haki, they can inflict damage before their attacks even reach their opponents.

This is the ticket to the top tier of power in the One Piece world. Roger could do it, Whitebeard could do it, and Shanks could do it.

But Peter... he could never do it.

It's not that I don't have enough strength, it's that I'm not feeling it right.

Conqueror's Haki and Armament Haki are different. Armament Haki is a technique that you can learn by practicing.

However, Conqueror's Haki is the manifestation of will; it does not obey "commands" and can only achieve a breakthrough almost effortlessly under the impetus of a certain opportunity.

At this moment, the ten days and ten nights of non-stop extreme battle finally pushed Peter to that critical point.

On the other side, Hela delivered another heavy blow.

Peter dodged to the side, and Senbonzakura followed suit, sweeping upwards in an arc.

Hela leaned back to avoid the attack, and the black spikes on her knees hurtled toward Peter's abdomen.

Peter held the Black Death Sword horizontally with his left hand, blocking the knee strike while simultaneously kicking Hela in the side with his right foot.

Hela was kicked and her body shifted two steps to the side. Her expression showed no pain, only excitement.

"Again!"

She rushed forward, wielding a black blade in each hand, and slashed at Peter's neck with them crossed.

At that very moment, Peter's Conqueror's Haki suddenly changed.

That force is no longer something scattered and needs to be actively "released".

It began to actively converge towards the blade of Senbonzakura. It wasn't Peter who commanded it to do so; rather, it was flowing in that direction on its own.

It was as if this power had finally been tamed by Peter, becoming an extension of his will.

The black color of Armament Haki on Senbonzakura's sword began to change.

A thin, dark red arc of electricity shot out from the blade.

Hey~

The knife and the dagger clashed once more.

But this time, Hela sensed a subtle difference.

A power I had never felt before emanated from the opponent's blade.

The power wasn't strong, it could even be described as very weak, but it was like a needle, precisely piercing through her divine defenses and directly affecting her soul, bringing a slight stinging sensation.

"This is..." Hela's pupils suddenly contracted.

Peter did not answer.

He simply raised his knife again.

In a near-frenzied manner, it clashed with the spikes in Hela's hand.

Ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times.

Through repeated clashes, the blades of Senbonzakura and the Black Death Sword gradually changed.

The black and red lightning on the blade grew stronger and stronger.

Finally, after one of the collisions, Peter took the initiative to back away.

Looking at the sword in his hand, he saw that the blade was now completely covered with an eerie black and red color.

On the blade, the constantly leaping black and red arcs of electricity grew brighter and brighter, even distorting the surrounding air.

Overwhelming Haki swirled around him.

It became.

Hela could also sense the birth of this power.

She pursed her lips, which were painted with dark purple lip gloss, and a hint of almost willful defiance appeared in her eyes.

With a loud shout, driven by the eerie green divine power, the two spikes in her hands grew wildly, almost transforming into two giant swords.

Hela grabbed the two greatswords and slashed at Peter with almost resolute determination.

Peter, too, instinctively swung his sword, and black and red lightning exploded wildly in the air.

The moment the knife was swung, a name flashed through Peter's mind.

God, beware!

Just as Peter had predicted, the spiked greatsword was severed in two before the blade even touched it.

Immediately afterwards, the force continued to act on Hela's body.

Hela's body was thrown into the air on the spot.

It wasn't "repelled" or "pushed away"; it was as if the whole person was thrown out by an invisible force, completely out of control.

Her body tumbled through the air several times before crashing into the distant ruins, creating more than ten rubble before finally coming to a stop.

Dust billowed from the ruins of Asgard.

The moment I saw this scene, it was as if the whole world had fallen silent.

On the refugee ship.

Vostagg almost dropped the meat from his mouth.

Hogan dropped the mahjong tiles from his hand onto the table.

Frigga stood up in surprise.

Thor spat out the mead, splashing it onto his thick beard, which had grown untrimmed for the past ten days.

"Fuck!"

Mr. Thor couldn't help but swear.

He saw it.

It's crystal clear.

The power emanating from the blade was lightning.

Black and red lightning.

The lightning that even Thor, the god of thunder, couldn't unleash, appeared freely on that man's body.

Saul, who had finally recovered from his setback, almost became depressed again.

Only one painful thought remained in my mind:

You can have my title of Thor!

……

The dust gradually settled in the ruins.

Hela's figure appeared among the rubble.

She lay on her back, her eyes rolled back, and there was a huge scar on her chest that stretched from her left shoulder to her right waist.

No matter how severe the injuries Peter inflicted upon her, Hela could recover completely within fractions of a second. The power of Asgard continuously flowed into her body, granting her near-infinite regenerative abilities.

But this time is different.

Black and red arcs of electricity flickered at the edges of the wound, constantly hindering its healing.

This is the power of entanglement; it is not physical damage, but suppression at the level of will.

Hela's body was trying to heal, but her remaining will was resisting it.

Five seconds passed.

Ten seconds passed.

Three full minutes passed!

Finally, after a full three minutes, Hela's wound began to slowly heal.

The moment the wound began to slowly heal, Hela's rolled-back eyes finally returned to normal.

She weakly pushed away the boulder pressing on her chest and slowly crawled out of the ruins.

Her movements were slow, a stark contrast to her previous effortless demeanor.

When she stood up, she even stumbled a bit before she could barely stand.

Clearly, although she had withstood the initial impact, the aftereffects of that divine evasion were still affecting Hela's mental state.

She shook her head and looked at Peter with some difficulty.

There was no anger or fear in those deep green eyes.

There was only a strange... fanaticism.

"That moment just now..." Hela's voice was a little hoarse, "...that feeling...was so wonderful!"

She walked toward Peter, her steps becoming increasingly steady.

"I can't feel anything, no pain, no sight, nothing at all... it's like being dead!"

As Hela said this, the corners of her mouth slowly turned up.

She stopped three meters in front of Peter.

"In three thousand years, I have never experienced such a feeling."

"Even though she is the goddess who governs death, this is the first time I've experienced this feeling."

At this point, Hela unconsciously licked her lips, seemingly still savoring the exquisite taste.

A moment later, she looked at Peter again, her voice suddenly becoming very soft, yet revealing an unusually serious attitude:

"Midgardians".

I've realized that I might be falling in love with you.