At this moment, Laufey's heart was already as dead as ashes.
What agreement with Loki, what reviving the Frost Giants... he didn't care about any of this anymore.
Right now, only one thought remained in his mind— Kill that Midgardian! Even if it meant perishing together!
A terrifying power of frost erupted forth like a volcano at this moment! The terrifying freezing air instantly swept across the entire battlefield. Even on the surface of the protective barrier maintained by Good Peter, streaks of ice crystals condensed!
This was Laufey's final strike, burning his very life force! Under the infusion of this power, his shriveled body frantically expanded. In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a world-destroying giant over fifteen meters tall, draped in frost armor all over his body!
"Die~!"
Laufey let out a roar that didn't sound human, subsequently raising a frost giant fist the size of a small mountain. Enveloping a mighty force sufficient to pulverize mountain ranges, he smashed it down toward Evil Peter with a resounding boom!
Facing this heaven-destroying, earth-shattering punch, Evil Peter didn't even have the slightest intention of dodging. He casually stowed his Tang horizontal sword into his spatial ring, subsequently raising his own right fist at an unhurried pace.
Above the peak of his fist, crimson flames burned ragingly.
"Want to put your life on the line against your daddy? I'll satisfy you."
BOOM!!!
In the next second, one large and one small, two completely disproportionate fists crashed fiercely together in the most primitive and barbaric manner!
A terrifying shockwave explosively blasted outward with the two of them at the center. The scorched black earth was forcefully plowed open layer after layer! The ground beneath Evil Peter's feet fractured inch by inch, web-like fissures extending up to a hundred meters away.
However... That was all there was to it.
Despite the momentum of this punch being so massive, that human silhouette, which appeared somewhat "miniature" in comparison, still stood tall and straight like a javelin.
Laufey's mighty force, sufficient to move mountains and fill seas, was steadily caught by Evil Peter! Moreover, it didn't cause any damage whatsoever!
"Is that it?" Evil Peter cracked his mouth open, his voice still brimming with mockery.
What? This is impossible!
Laufey almost crushed his teeth from gritting them so hard. Erupting with the last of his remaining strength, his other sky-obscuring fist, carrying a mournful sound of tearing through the air, smashed toward Evil Peter closely following the first!
But this time, Evil Peter was too lazy to even raise his fist. Under the shocked gazes of Natasha, Sif, and the others, Peter performed a literal interpretation of "tanking it with his head!"
Has he gone mad?! Using his physical body to forcefully withstand the attack of such a terrifying giant?!
Bang!
The tactile sensation of the fist striking flesh caused Laufey's heart to surge with wild joy. It hit! Deathly afraid that Peter wouldn't die, he didn't even think before blasting out another two consecutive punches.
Under the three punches, even the protective barrier created by Good Peter was blasted with glaring cracks from the berserk shockwaves.
Outside the area enveloped by the protective barrier, the original wasteland had thoroughly transformed into a basin. It was a shocking sight, as if it had suffered the impact of a giant meteorite.
Inside the protective barrier, Natasha subconsciously twisted her brows into a deep frown. Taking such an attack head-on was simply too reckless.
However, Good Peter beside her leisurely took a sip of hot tea, letting out a soft sigh of satisfaction. "Stay calm," he opened his mouth with a beaming smile. "An attack of this level still can't do anything to me~"
Sure enough, almost the exact moment Good Peter's voice fell, Evil Peter's signature villainous laughter transmitted out from between Laufey's fingers. Laufey astonishingly lifted his hand to look, only to see Evil Peter looking at him with a relaxed expression.
Not only was his body completely unscathed, but a layer of resplendent golden battle aura rose and surged from him, making him look simply more like the All-Father than Odin did...
...
Burning his life force, Laufey's strength was indeed formidable. But it was a great pity; he still wasn't strong to the degree of being able to instantly kill a god with a single punch.
To Peter, who possessed the Horse Talisman for protection, any damage unable to thoroughly obliterate him in a single strike would be restored to its original state the very instant it was received. Therefore, his life-risking attacks, in Evil Peter's eyes— Were purely scratching an itch!
Evil Peter, now in a state of maximum Grit, rolled his neck, emitting bursts of crisp cracking sounds.
He raised those eyes burning with flames, playfully looking at the king before him who was already out of oil and whose lamp was dying, and opened his mouth to deliver the most heart-piercing evaluation:
"Ugly freak, you hit people... like you're acting spoiled~."
This sentence was just like a heavy hammer, completely pulverizing Laufey's final shred of dignity. Laufey's massive body involuntarily retreated half a step: "Impossible, this is impossible!"
At this moment, he couldn't even mobilize the emotion of anger anymore; only endless terror remained in his mind.
For those three punches just now, he was confident that even if Odin were to take them, there was a non-negligible probability of making him fall. This Midgardian, on what basis could he remain completely unscathed!
This scene, which completely exceeded his cognition, caused the already mentally collapsed Laufey to have his courage utterly shattered by terror. But just as he still wanted to say something, Evil Peter had already opened his mouth to deliver the final verdict:
"Are you ready? This next punch is going to be very crazy..."
The instant his voice fell, Evil Peter instantaneously flashed right before Laufey's face: "Goodnight~"
The moment his words fell, visible golden flames ignited upon his right fist drawn back at his waist. Those flames rapidly took shape, condensing in the blink of an eye into a wild, ferocious golden dragon head with its scales and horns fully manifested.
Haymaker: Flame Dragon!
BOOM!!!
Along with Peter blasting out his punch, the roaring fire dragon smashed fiercely against Laufey's massive face with unstoppable momentum.
Under the incomparably horrified gazes of the crowd, Laufey's massive face—written full of shock, rage, unwillingness, and despair—was instantly blown to pieces under the impact of the giant golden dragon before he even had the time to let out a miserable shriek!
The headless torso stood stiffly in place for a brief moment, before finally toppling heavily backward. It smashed onto the ground, emitting a muffled, colossal crash and kicking up a sky full of dust and smoke.
The King of the Frost Giants, Laufey! Had fallen right here and now!
After landing, Evil Peter glanced at the corpse on the ground that was still emitting freezing air, curling his lips in disdain: "Boring~"
Finishing his words, he turned his head to look at Good Peter. Good Peter raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the protective barrier shattered instantly.
In the next second, the two of them simultaneously transformed into a streak of flowing light, merging into one in mid-air. Peter's silhouette reappeared.
The intense divinity and demonic nature were entirely retracted at this moment, leaving behind only that youth with a confident and indifferent expression standing proudly in the center of the battlefield.
On the other side, in the distant Asgardian Palace, Loki slipped uncontrollably from the throne due to intense shock.
It's over, it's all over. Nobody would have ever imagined that the intellect he took pride in, the deceit he painstakingly plotted, would actually be thoroughly crushed into powder by absolute power from that Midgardian named Peter Parker.
At this moment, he seemed to have already envisioned the scene of Thor returning to Asgard, forcing him to once again live under the other's shadow. The moment he thought about having to taste the bitter fruit of defeat all over again, a smear of madness couldn't help but flash across Loki's eyes.
On what basis? On what basis was it that he exhausted every scheme and calculation, yet in the end it still amounted to drawing water with a bamboo basket—all in vain?
He refused to accept this! Thinking up to here, Loki raised his eyes to look at the Casket of Ancient Winters and Gungnir that he had placed beside him, the final glimmer of hope igniting in his eyes.
"Since you all absolutely insist on forcing me to this step!" "Then... let's all be destroyed together!"
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