Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings

"The power of this land belongs to me." Hela opened her arms, letting the divine power flow into her body.

"Now, let me see if you can still handle it!"

Peter's body also shone with a golden light of divine energy. He looked at Hela, a slight smile playing on his lips:

"With pleasure!"

"Again!" Hela roared as she charged forward.

The two collided again.

This time, the ground in the center of the Immortal Palace was left with a crater several meters deep due to the aftershocks of the battle.

The massive hull of the refugee ship in the distance shook violently from the shockwave, causing the people on board to gasp in alarm.

It was only thanks to the combined power of Thor's lightning and Frigga's energy that a visible energy barrier was formed, preventing the people on the side of the ship from falling overboard.

The survivors watched the two men locked in fierce combat in the air, their eyes filled with worry.

Faced with such a powerful Hela, can Peter... win?

Under the worried gazes of everyone, time ticked by.

As time went on, the attitudes of the onlookers gradually changed.

At first, I just felt soreness in my eyes.

Then, there was hunger in my stomach.

Vostagg, with his enormous appetite, unconsciously rubbed his stomach, then glanced at his watch:

"Shit, five hours have already passed?!"

He looked up at the two people in the air in disbelief.

The sounds of violent collisions still echoed in the air, and the two combatants showed no sign of gaining the upper hand.

"No, I need to eat something," Vostagg muttered, not even bothering to watch the precious footage of the powerful warriors fighting, and turned to walk into the ship's storeroom.

"Bring me a bottle of mead!" Loki shouted at Volstagg.

"I want the steak from the Heavenly Bulls, medium-rare, and some sea bream sashimi. I haven't had it in ages," Sif ordered as well.

"Hey, isn't that your man's battle? Don't you care at all?" Loki couldn't help but retort. "Don't you love him anymore?"

Sif rolled her eyes at him as if he were an idiot:

"If the girl you love has never lost to you, you won't worry about her safety."

Well, that's a very strong reason, and Loki was speechless.

Two more hours passed, and most of the Asgardians gave up watching, either eating together or returning to their cabins to rest.

Only Thor remained fixed on the battle in the sky.

The moon sets and the sun rises; in the blink of an eye, a day and a night have passed.

Vostagg stretched after sleeping soundly until dawn and glanced at the sky instinctively.

He discovered that the two figures in the air showed no signs of separating.

"Seriously, man? They're still fighting?"

“They get back up even faster each time they’re knocked back,” Thor explained to Volstagg after taking a sip of his drink.

"It's breathtaking. Compared to them, my previous combat experience and skills are as rudimentary and laughable as a toddler learning to walk."

On the ship, he was the only one left who persisted in watching this protracted battle.

"Is it really that exaggerated?" Vostagg couldn't help but mutter.

His strength was several levels below Thor's, and he couldn't understand the intricacies of the situation at all.

“That’s how exaggerated it is. They are the real strong ones.” Thor said seriously. “Fighting is etched into their bones. Compared to them, I am far inferior.”

On the refugee ship, everyone was already doing their own thing.

Sif even set up a table and began teaching Loki, Frigga, and Hogan how to play mahjong—a game Peter had taught her, which she had previously played with Felicia, Daisy, and Gwen.

"Six barrels."

"I won!" Frieza pushed the mahjong tiles in front of her, a smile spreading across her face.

"A truly fun and engaging Midgard game. Has Midgard really become this interesting? Perhaps I should visit Midgard sometime in the future."

……

Ten days and ten nights have passed in the blink of an eye.

After ten days of fierce fighting, the entire Asgard was almost reduced to ruins by the battle between the two.

But the two in the air still showed no signs of separating.

The two might be knocked back by each other for a moment during the battle, or they might suffer serious injuries in one or two rounds.

But the next second, their wounds would automatically heal, and they would then continue fighting.

They were like two tireless perpetual motion machines, constantly chasing, colliding, separating, and colliding again amidst the ruins.

The crowd of onlookers has changed countless times.

Only Thor persisted, trying to learn something from their fight.

"Don't they get tired?" A naive child couldn't help but ask the soul-searching question.

The answer to the question is, they really aren't tired!

Not only is it not tiring, but you can also become completely addicted to it.

Hela had never felt so exhilarated. Even during her years fighting alongside Odin in the Nine Realms, she had never encountered such an opponent.

Those so-called warriors of the Nine Realms were as fragile as paper in front of her.

But this Earth man in front of me is different.

He was so powerful that Hela had to mobilize all of Asgard's power to fight him, but she still couldn't defeat Peter.

This feeling... was so wonderful that she even had a vague desire in her heart for this battle to never end.

The throne, revenge, conquest... all of these things that Hela had previously been obsessed with became unimportant to her at this moment.

Because she finally discovered what she truly wanted.

Does she really care about the throne, and whether the people of Asgard are being corrupted by peace?

No, that's a lie.

From the very beginning, all she sought was the joy of battle!

On the other side, Peter was equally captivated.

It's not because he can still learn anything from Hela; in fact, he has long since passed the stage where he needs to learn.

The real reason he's persevered until now is actually...

He felt it!

At this moment, the power of Conqueror's Haki is gradually awakening within his body.

No, the term "awakening" is not quite accurate, since Peter was able to use Conqueror's Haki throughout the entire process.

But at this moment, he could vaguely sense that he was no longer simply a user of Conqueror's Haki.

This ethereal will is gradually becoming... completely controllable!

Chapter 437 I think I'm falling in love with you.

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.