"Who sent you?
Madame Gao instinctively tried to find a common connection. Even if she couldn't talk her way out of a fight, she needed to know which ancient enemy had finally come to collect her head. But Peter's answer was a cold splash of
water.
"Nobody sent me. You're just having a very unlucky night."
Unlucky?
Three dark lines practically appeared on their foreheads. What kind of nonsensical excuse was that? Assuming he was hiding his true allegiance, their faces twisted into snarls of annoyance.
"Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit! Once we catch you, we'll see how tough your tongue is!"
As she spoke, Madame Gao's body—still pinned under Peter's hand—underwent a grotesque transformation. Her withered, hunched frame swelled, her height increasing by several inches as a surge of internal energy rippled through her.
Her hands, glowing with a hazy white light, grabbed Peter's forearm, seemingly ignoring the crackling Lightning Armor. The strength she exerted was formidable, easily reaching the one-ton mark.
Interesting.
Peter's eyes lit up. He tilted his head with casual grace, letting the Silver Samurai's katana whistle past his ear, then delivered a "Scorpion Kick" that sent the armored giant tumbling backward.
To Peter's surprise, a shockwave erupted from the Samurai's armor as he skidded back. While the impact didn't even scratch his Lightning Style defense, the deep cracks in the concrete floor proved the armor was high-tech.
"That armor... is there Vibranium in there?!"
Peter's eyes sparkled. He looked at the Silver Samurai as if he were a walking mountain of gold. Forget Gao for a moment—he spun around and lunged at the Samurai.
"Excellent. Your armor and your sword? They're mine now!"
Wreathed in the Lightning Style Chakra Mode, Peter's speed was a blur. Even a martial arts master like the Silver Samurai felt his heart skip a beat.
He poured every ounce of his "Ki" into his blade, activating a high-frequency thermal mechanism.
This was his signature—a tachyon-charged edge capable of cutting through almost anything. In some worlds, it had even severed Adamantium.
SHING!
The Samurai swung with absolute precision, the blade screaming through the air toward Peter's skull. He was confident; if this hit, no matter how hard the lightning armor was, Peter would be cleaved in two.
But Peter just offered a contemptuous smirk. He saw the trajectory perfectly, but he didn't dodge. He let the blade fall.
Sizzzzzzzt!
As the edge made contact, Peter's Lightning Armor rippled like a disturbed pond. The Silver Samurai felt his sword pass through... nothing. There was no resistance, no impact of steel on bone. The blade slid right through Peter's torso.
"What?" The Samurai froze, his pupils dilating. He had seen the hit land, yet it felt like swinging through mist. How is this possible?!
Peter didn't give him time to solve the riddle. He hammered a fist into the silver chest plate. The concussive force sent the Samurai flying through ten reinforced walls before he finally came to a stop in a pile of rubble.
Peter looked at the path of destruction and grinned. The power was great, but the method of the dodge was what made him proud.
He hadn't just used elementalization. Pure energy attacks, like a high-frequency blade, can usually hurt an elemental body.
Peter had survived because he had replicated an advanced technique from the "Logia" fruit users: Pre-emptive Hole Creation.
By predicting the exact point of impact with his Byakugan, Peter had manually torn his elemental body apart at the strike zone, letting the blade pass through the empty space before instantly sealing the wound.
Unless an enemy could unleash an area-of-effect blast large enough to swallow his entire body at once, they could swing until they died of exhaustion and never touch a single hair on his head.
As Peter basked in the success of his new defensive tech, a sharp-tipped cane suddenly pierced through the back of his head, emerging from his forehead.
Madame Gao appeared behind him, her face twisted in a triumphant sneer as she twisted the cane in his "brain tissue."
"I warned you, this is not a place for you. You should have listened to your elders, or you pay the price—"
Before she could finish her victory speech, her withered frame began to shake violently.
Electricity.
A massive, unrestrained current surged through the cane and into her body, paralyzing her instantly. Only her centuries of Qigong training kept her from turning into a charcoal briquette on the spot.
BOOM!
A size 10.5 designer boot slammed into Gao's chest, sending her into the same wall-crashing trajectory as the Samurai.
Madame Gao, embedded in the brickwork, stared at Peter in pure horror. She watched as he reached up and casually "plucked" the cane out of his face, his wound sealing before the wood even left his skin.
He looked at her, his voice breezy and mocking:
"Is this cool or what, you old Grandma?"
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