Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings

"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?

Chapter 253 A Deliberate Punch, Parting the Hudson River

Peter's ambition had been building up since the very beginning of the battle.

Having been tormented by Soros for so long, his ambition had already been filled during this process.

He had been holding back all along, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike decisively.

Now, the time has come.

Peter took a deep breath.

He slowly withdrew his right fist, and his entire demeanor underwent a dramatic transformation at that moment.

As Peter made this decision, everyone outside the protective shield instinctively felt a pang of anxiety.

They instinctively looked at Peter and saw his right fist slowly clenching.

At the same time, his body began to rotate backward dramatically.

It's a spiral-like accumulation of power, starting from the soles of the feet, moving up the waist and hips, and then to the shoulders.

The body is like a bowstring ready to be drawn, frantically gathering power. With each turn, the accumulated power increases tenfold.

A golden surge of pride welled up in his fist.

The golden light, representing fighting spirit and fury, burned between his knuckles.

Next comes cosmic energy.

The star trails converged from his entire body to his right arm.

Then comes Armament Haki.

His entire right arm was instantly coated with a layer of jet-black metallic texture.

Finally, there is the divine power inscription.

Ancient runes of the Aesir appeared on his fist, intertwining with the first three powers.

Four distinct energies were frantically superimposed, colliding, and merging on his right fist.

With each fusion, the light on Peter's fist changed color.

gold.

black.

Star blue.

Finally... it completely settled into an eerie purple-gold color.

Within this purple-gold light, a huge phantom of a wolverine's head slowly coalesced and took shape.

The head was several times larger than the colossus Peter had created when he fought Laufey. Purple-gold energy flowed between its gaping fangs, and its wide-open eyes radiated a world-destroying ferocity.

The ground was shaking.

The air is distorted.

The entire ruins of Hell's Kitchen continued to crumble during this process.

Outside the protective shield, everyone felt a pressure from the depths of their souls. Even ordinary street heroes like Daredevil and Iron Fist unconsciously knelt down with a thud.

"This power..."

Daredevil couldn't help but mutter aloud, his voice terribly dry.

In his sensory world, within that barrier of mental energy, it was as if demons from hell had opened their eyes.

Beside him, Captain America also looked solemn.

He had fought his entire life, from World War II to the present day, experiencing countless large-scale battles. But he swore he had never felt such immense, such pure destructive power.

The sheer force of this leaking energy gave him the illusion that he was standing at the point where a nuclear bomb had landed.

Soros, on the ground, also felt that devastating power.

His pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

fear.

A real, bone-deep fear.

Having lived for thousands of years and hunted countless spider totems, he felt the aura of death so clearly looming over him for the first time.

"No...it's impossible..."

He desperately tried to get up, to escape, and to mobilize cosmic energy for defense.

But he couldn't move.

Rasengan's gravitational disturbance pinned him firmly to the spot.

The more he tried to move, the more chaotic the cosmic energy within him became.

The more chaotic things are, the less likely they are to get back up.

Peter's right fist, however, had already fully charged up with energy in that short period of time.

No nonsense.

There was no further mockery.

He took just one step, followed by a slamming fist.

boom!

The world seemed to lose its color in that instant.

Even the sound seemed to have completely disappeared.

When the destructive force reaches a certain critical point, even sound waves can no longer propagate.

Because the air was completely compressed, even the medium for transmitting sound no longer existed.

The purplish-gold phantom of a wolverine's head, imbued with four layers of energy, engulfed Soros's entire body.

Soros let out a final scream:

"wryyyyy~~~!!!"

The sound was unlike anything any human or living being could produce; it was sharp, shrill, and distorted, like a million fingernails scraping against glass at the same time.

His protective cosmic energy shield, bathed in a purple-gold light, collapsed in less than 0.3 seconds.

Next up was his vampire body, which he was so proud of.

The body, which had survived for thousands of years and undergone countless transformations and enhancements, disintegrated layer by layer from the outside to the inside, from the skin to the bones, and from the bones to the cells, under the combined bombardment of four energies.

There was no bloodshed or carnage.

There were no missing limbs or broken arms.

It simply vanished into nothingness.

The purple-gold light engulfed everything.

Soros's body began to dissolve from his feet, like an old photograph licked by flames, its edges curled and charred, before turning into ashes and scattering away.

His face was the last to disappear.

In his final moments, Soros saw Peter's image reflected in his bloodshot eyes.

unwilling.

fear.

And a deep-seated confusion.

He never understood how an “other thing,” an anomaly not recognized by the woven web, could possess such power.

He never had the chance to figure it out.

The purple-gold light completely engulfed his body.

Soros—the head of the Heirs family, a hunter traversing the multiverse, an ancient vampire who had lived for thousands of years—was utterly annihilated.

But the power of that punch didn't stop there.

The energy barrier maintained by Benedict was as thin as a sheet of paper in the face of the purple-gold shockwave.

Click!

The barrier shattered.

Energy fragments scattered and flew everywhere, turning into specks of starlight and dissipating into the air.

The purplish-gold shockwave continued unabated even after penetrating the barrier.

It runs westward along the streets of Hell's Kitchen, cutting straight towards the Hudson River behind it with an unstoppable momentum.

The river surface was torn open.

It wasn't about creating huge waves or splashing water—it was about being forcibly cleaved in two!

A crack over a hundred meters long and wide appeared right in the middle of the Hudson River.

The river water on both sides surged and receded like the Red Sea parted by Moses, revealing the moss-covered riverbed.

This river, which is over 507 kilometers long, was parted in the middle by Peter's deliberate punch at this moment.

Residents of New Jersey City stared in disbelief as the river parted to the sides, momentarily forgetting to scream.

The river remained divided for a full minute.

For a full sixty seconds, the middle section of the Hudson River was completely dry.

It wasn't until a minute later that the river slowly closed up, and with a thunderous roar, it resumed flowing.

The shockwave from that punch even sent strong tremors through several states surrounding New York.