Peter's Grit had been building up from the very beginning of the battle. Having been battered by Solus for so long beforehand, his Grit had already been filled during that process.
He had continuously held back and resisted using it before, solely waiting for an opportunity where he could deliver a one-hit kill.
Now, the opportunity had arrived.
Peter took a deep breath. He slowly retracted his right fist, and his entire aura underwent an earth-shattering transformation at this exact moment.
As Peter made this decision, everyone outside the protective shield subconsciously felt a wave of heart palpitations.
They instinctively looked toward Peter and saw his right fist slowly clenching tight. At the same time, his body began a large-scale backward rotation.
That was a spiral-like accumulation of force starting from the soles of his feet, passing through his waist and hips, and reaching his shoulders.
His body, resembling a grand bow stretched to its limit and poised to fire, gathered power frantically; with every single fraction of a degree it turned, the accumulated force violently surged tenfold.
Golden Grit was the first to flood onto the crest of his fist. That golden radiance representing fighting intent and fury burned between his knuckles.
Immediately following was cosmic energy. Starry trajectories converged from all over his body to his right arm.
Then came Armament Haki. His entire right arm was instantly dyed in a layer of pitch-black metallic texture.
Finally, divine power runes. Ancient runes of the Aesir gods surfaced on his fist, intertwining with the previous three forces.
Four distinctly different energies stacked, collided, and fused frantically on his right fist. With every fraction of fusion, the light on Peter's fist changed color once. Golden. Black. Star-blue. Finally... it completely settled into an eerie violet-gold color.
And within this violet-gold light, a massive phantom of a wolverine's head slowly condensed into shape.
That head was several times larger than the colossus condensed when Peter previously fought Laufey; violet-gold energy flowed between its gaped fangs, its eyes wide open, radiating a world-ending level of ferocious might.
The ground was shaking. The air was warping. The ruins and broken walls of the entirety of Hell's Kitchen continuously disintegrated during this process.
Outside the protective shield, everyone felt an oppression originating from the depths of their souls. Ordinary street-level heroes like Daredevil and Iron Fist even found themselves dropping to their knees on the spot with a thud.
"This power..." Daredevil couldn't resist murmuring, his voice incredibly dry. In his sensory world, within that telekinetic barrier, it felt as if a demon from hell had opened its eyes.
Beside him, Captain America similarly wore a solemn expression. He had fought wars his whole life, from World War II to modern times, and had experienced countless grand spectacles.
But he swore he had never felt such a massive, such a pure destructive force. Just the leaking aftermath of this power already granted him an illusion of standing at the ground zero of a nuclear bomb drop at this very moment.
On the ground, Solus similarly felt that world-destroying power. His pupils snapped and contracted into the size of pinpricks.
Fear. True fear originating from the depths of his marrow and soul. Having lived for thousands of years and hunted countless spider totems, Solus felt the aura of death clearly enveloping the top of his head for the very first time.
"No... impossible..." He fought with all his might to stand up, to run away, to mobilize cosmic energy for defense. But he couldn't move
. The gravitational turbulence of the Rasengan: Uzuhiko nailed him dead to the spot. The more he wanted to move, the more chaotic the cosmic energy within his body became. The more chaotic it became, the more impossible it was to climb up from the ground.
Peter's right fist was already completely filled with energy. There were no useless words. Nor was there any redundant mockery. Just a single step forward, immediately followed by the fist crashing down.
Boom!
Heaven and earth lost color at this exact split second. Even sound seemed to have vanished entirely.
When destructive power reaches a certain critical point, sound waves conversely become no longer important. The air was thoroughly squeezed away to nothing, to the point where even the medium for propagating sound ceased to exist.
The violet-gold phantom of the wolverine's head, wrapped in the fourfold energy, directly swallowed Solus's entire body.
Solus let out the final wretched shriek of his life: "WRYYYYY~~~!!!"
That sound didn't resemble anything a human or creature could make; it was sharp, piercing, and distorted, like tens of thousands of fingernails scratching across glass simultaneously.
His protective cosmic energy lasted for less than 0.3 seconds under the violet-gold light before completely collapsing. Immediately following was his proud vampire physique.
That body, which had survived for thousands of years and undergone countless molts and strengthenings, disintegrated layer by layer—from outside to inside, from skin to bone, from bone to cells—under the stacked bombardment of the fourfold energy.
There was no flesh and blood flying around. There were no severed limbs or broken arms. There was only pure... reduction to nothingness.
The violet-gold light swallowed everything. Solus's body began to dissolve from his feet, like an old photograph being licked by flames, the edges curling and turning black, then transforming into ashes and scattering away.
His face was the last to vanish. At the final moment of his life, Solus's pair of crimson eyes reflected Peter's silhouette. Unwillingness. Fear.
As well as a trace of confusion that reached deep into his marrow. From beginning to end, he couldn't understand—how an "Other," an anomaly unacknowledged by the Web of Life and Destiny, could possibly possess such power.
But he would never have another chance to figure it out.
The violet-gold light completely swallowed his body. Solus—the leader of the Inheritors, the hunter across the multiverse, the ancient vampire who had lived for thousands of years—was thoroughly blown into ashes and smoke.
Yet the might of this punch was far from stopping there.
The energy barrier maintained by Good Peter was just like a thin sheet of paper before the violet-gold shockwave.
Crack!
The barrier shattered. Energy fragments scattered and flew everywhere, transforming into dots of starlight and dissolving into the air. And that violet-gold shockwave, after penetrating the barrier, still did not halt.
It tore all the way west along the streets of Hell's Kitchen, slicing straight toward the Hudson River in an unstoppable posture.
The river's surface was ripped open. It wasn't that a giant wave was kicked up, nor was water splashing everywhere—it was forcibly cleaved right down the middle!
A rift stretching hundreds of meters wide appeared right in the dead center of the Hudson River. The river water on both sides rolled and receded to the left and right as the Red Sea parted by Moses, exposing the moss-covered riverbed.
This long river, with a total length exceeding 507 kilometers, was directly given a middle part at this moment by Peter using a single Haymaker.
Residents far away in New Jersey watched the river water part to both sides in dumbfounded shock, even forgetting to scream for a time.
The state of the river water being parted lasted for a whole minute. For a full sixty seconds, the central portion of the Hudson River remained completely dry.
It wasn't until a minute later that the river water slowly closed up, resuming its flow accompanied by a roar resembling angry thunder.
The aftermath of this punch even caused several states surrounding New York to feel a strong sensation of shaking.
On the battlefield of Hell's Kitchen, there was dead silence.
The superheroes were all completely frozen in shock. The Spider-Army from other universes was stunned.
The eyes of the four women—Gwen, Felicia, Sif, and Natasha—as they looked at Peter, were flashing with an array of extraordinary brilliance.
Everyone watched without blinking at Peter, who was floating in mid-air with the starry trajectories on his body slowly fading away.
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