CIATB Chapter 570 [3 Chapters Combined] A Famous Scene Unfolds: Hulk Wrestles
Chapter 570 [3 Chapters Combined] A Famous Scene Unfolds: Hulk Wrestles
However, Amora had barely realized this, and before she could even catch her breath, that familiar, imposing figure appeared out of thin air behind her.
A strong spider-sense warning, coupled with his recent personal experience, convinced that this kid had gone mad and was truly capable of killing his brother, made Amora forget about making threats and scramble to the side.
Then his body lifted into the air and hovered in the office, watching as Peter's heavy punch smashed down, creating a crater ten meters in diameter in Tony's expensive custom-made office floor!
Even so, after Amora's barrage of sarcastic remarks, Peter, whose anger had reached its peak, still had no intention of letting Amora off the hook.
With the added power of the Crown Prince's ability to transfer his powers, Peter's figure crashed through the floor beneath Amora's feet, leaving a straight trail of red and blue light as he hurtled towards her. His right fist was once again fully charged, and the faint golden light on its tip emitted a chiming sound as he flew at high speed.
At the same time, the spider-sense stinging sensation exploded in Amora's nape, more intense than ever before.
This made Amora forget about making threats and maintaining a respectable image. She practically scrambled around, displaying Riley's supersonic speed, desperately dodging Peter's pursuit.
This allowed her to barely shift two meters to the side just before Peter's fist struck her face again.
The force of the punch grazed her ears, making her hair look like a bird's nest, and causing ripples to spread across her facial muscles, making her look quite comical.
But before she could even regain her footing, or even figure out how to retaliate, Peter's third punch landed.
After missing his target and flying onto Amora's head, Peter assumed a Superman punching stance and dove downwards.
The fist slashed down diagonally from above Amora, blocking her path to jump upwards and dodge. Forced to cross her arms in front of her, Amora took the blow head-on, and was once again sent tumbling across the ground by Peter!
This time, she didn't even have a chance to get up before Peter stepped on her back.
He then bent down, grabbed Amora's hair, and slammed her head against the floor repeatedly. Each slam was so powerful that the entire Stark Industries building trembled noticeably! The glass throughout the building shattered under the weight!
This series of clean and decisive moves completely shattered Amora's pride and arrogance.
Amora has studied magic for thousands of years and has a history of wreaking havoc on other planets.
But she was, after all, a mage who specialized in magic.
In Asgard's combat culture, mages only need to stand in the back row and deal damage.
Risking one's life to run to the front lines to take the hits and engage in close combat with the enemy is a foolish thing that only a strong, crude, and barbaric warrior would do.
She, the enchantress Amora, never needed to engage in close combat with anyone.
Her magic could repel anyone who tried to approach her. Any warrior who dared to look her in the eye would be captivated by her charm, obediently laying down their weapons and becoming her slave at her beck and call.
But all these methods were ineffective against Peter.
Riley worked overtime to urgently develop and distribute a magic defense module to every member of District 13, which was sufficient to withstand Amora's charm magic.
Not to mention, although Peter doesn't know magic, as a clone of Silly Girl and also the prince of "Magic Phone", he has a divine skill called "Freeze-Freeze"!
Even when used on Amora, the duration of the effect is greatly reduced due to Amora's desperate struggle and resistance.
However, if used at the right time, it is enough to interrupt Amora's spellcasting.
Like a storm, the heavy blows rained down on Amora, as if they wanted to beat her into a pulp on the spot. Even taking a proper breath became a luxury for her, let alone reciting a complete incantation!
This situation of being unilaterally suppressed and beaten by Peter made the originally arrogant and domineering Amora suddenly become much clearer in the eyes, and he fell into a state of self-doubt.
Why?
This shouldn't be happening...
He had already taken over Spider-Man's body and should have gained the strongest power.
But why am I still getting utterly humiliated by this inferior version of Spider-Man?
Is that right?
Are all you Spider-Men this supermodel-like? You're all incredibly cunning!
Little did they know, the reason Amora was being dominated by Peter was entirely due to Amora's own incompetence.
Despite being unaware of the system's existence, which prevented Amora from activating a series of magical items, including the Decade Belt, to further enhance this body's combat power...
However, the enhanced values from the system remain within this body, at Amora's disposal.
Unfortunately, just like how Jackie Chan could easily defeat Tru, a numerical monster, even without being injected with the Super Soldier Serum, thanks to his martial arts skills.
This powerful stat, without matching combat skills to wield it, is like a caveman wielding an AK47 as a fire poker—it can't be fully utilized!
Not to mention, Peter has sparred with Riley quite often on a regular basis.
Even today, Peter is still the one who gets beaten up unilaterally. During that painful yet enjoyable training process, he has gradually become accustomed to Riley's speed and the power of his punches.
As a result, Amora, who has high stats but is not good at close combat, is facing Peter, who knows his brother best and has a rage-based buff...
Amora is facing a fate similar to Hulk beating Loki: being unilaterally and thoroughly humiliated!
"Damn it...you've really angered me!"
Finally, after being punched countless times by Peter and trembling all over in pain, Amora seemed to belatedly realize that she was like a mage, and suddenly roared out in anger.
Then, with the burst of dark green magical energy, Peter, caught off guard, was thrown several meters away.
This gave Amora a chance to catch her breath, allowing her to stagger to her feet. Just as Peter flew forward, about to deliver another blow, she angrily shouted at him.
"Stop right now!"
Upon hearing this, Peter immediately stopped.
It's not that Peter's mind was affected by Amora's magic.
But as Amora said, this body ultimately belongs to Riley.
Peter might have used his position to settle a personal score and given the beating, but he wouldn't actually kill him.
Otherwise, Amora wouldn't have been able to stand up; he would have been punched right through the heart by Peter and turned into a pile of mangled flesh.
Seeing Amora's stance, Peter, whose anger had been largely depleted during the previous beating, tilted his head slightly. The crimson light shining in the center of the blindfold slowly dissipated, turning into a normal milky white.
He wanted to see what Amora was up to.
Does he want to surrender? To negotiate? Or is he planning to launch a sneak attack using some kind of magical underhanded trick he doesn't know about?
or……
Riley had somehow taken back his body, which was why he made himself stop?
Thinking of this, Peter felt a mix of anticipation and apprehension.
"Ah...yes, that's more like it..."
Seeing that Peter actually stopped obediently, Amora, who hadn't held out much hope and was prepared to use magic to destroy Peter as soon as he entered her attack range, was momentarily stunned.
Then, Amora, who seemed to have misunderstood something, flashed a hint of wild joy in her eyes.
After taking several deep breaths, her lips trembled violently before she finally regained her balance. Then she pointed at Peter, her voice escaping through clenched teeth, each word distinct.
"Who do you think you are! Do you know who stands before you! Do you know how powerful this body is! I am the god who is about to rule this planet! You fool! And you, an ant, dare to offend a god... Ughhhhhh—!"
Unfortunately, Amora didn't have time to finish speaking.
Because Peter, his face full of disappointment, had already flown in front of her at an astonishing speed imperceptible to the naked eye and reached out to grab her ankle.
Then, the world in Amora's eyes underwent a complete 180-degree turn.
Because Peter had grabbed her ankles and dragged her off the ground.
Then, with Peter's superhuman strength erupting, Amora's body drew a disheveled arc in mid-air before being slammed face down onto the ground, smashing the modular bookshelf in Tony's office that had survived for less than half a minute.
The hardcover books, tablets, and a whole row of unopened coffee bean bags on the bookshelf all flew out at the same time, turning into a mess in mid-air.
At the same time, before Amora could even scream in pain, she watched helplessly as Peter pulled her body up from the spot again, her face filled with terror and despair. She was swung through the air in a perfect semi-circle, then slammed headfirst into the floor on the other side.
The sheer force of the impact smashed through three floors of structural concrete. Wood chips, concrete, and steel rebar fragments flew in all directions. Amora's barely audible scream was drowned out by the building's groans of despair.
This familiar scene made someone who had been secretly observing the changes in the universe and who had thought that he might miss this momentous occasion due to personnel changes stand up from his throne and applaud repeatedly, exclaiming how satisfying it was!
Finally, after repeatedly slamming Amora down several times, Peter used his core strength, his arm muscles tensed under the amplification of the Prince's power, grabbed her ankles, and threw her sideways.
At the same time, Amora seemed to have been broken, her body contorted into an extremely bizarre posture, drawing an arc parallel to the ground in mid-air, crashing through the plasterboard partition between Tony's office and the adjacent conference room, and then overturning the solid wood table in the conference room that could seat twenty people.
The long table broke in two on her body, and the projector and teacup on the tabletop scattered like pebbles launched from a slingshot.
Her back dragged a long groove on the ground, and wood chips and plaster dust rose up in a grayish-white cloud behind her.
Even so, Amora, now free, didn't rush to get up as before. Instead, she collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at the ceiling.
If you listen carefully, you can even hear a faint, almost inaudible sob of grievance coming from Amora.
"Well, it seems I'll have to renovate the whole building after this is over... Since this was Peter's doing, the repair costs and compensation will have to be deducted from Riley's commission!"
Meanwhile, standing on the tarmac and witnessing all of this, Tony couldn't help but twitch his lips again.
Of course, despite Tony's constant complaining, his body's instinctive reactions had already betrayed his truest thoughts at that moment.
The repulsive cannon in his left hand was already charged up, ready to strike a long-range attack when Amora counterattacked and put Peter in danger, helping Peter to further suppress Amora.
But now, seeing Amora being repeatedly thrown and smashed by Peter like a toy, Tony seemed to have no chance to intervene. He couldn't help but share Amora's thoughts, believing he had been deceived by Peter's obedient and well-behaved image all along, and subtly lowered the muzzle of the repulsion cannon. The flashing frequency of the energy indicator light switched from attack mode to standby mode.
After a brief silence, he turned his head, glanced at Thor who was equally stunned, and asked in a complicated tone.
"By the way, Thor, you just said you were going to go help? Are you worried that if Amora gets killed by Peter, Riley won't have a chance to get his body back?"
"...You can understand it that way."
Upon hearing this, Thor remained silent for a moment, his expression complex. Then he shook his head and replied, word by word, in a tone that mixed sympathy and "I don't want to get involved with that kid."
"But now it seems I'd better not get involved... What's that saying in your Midgard again? Oh right, this is a family matter for the Parker family, Peter can handle it himself."
"For the first time, I find what you're saying to make a lot of sense, Thor."
Tony nodded in agreement.
However, when his gaze unconsciously fell on the small bar that had been ravaged by the battle and was now a complete mess, he couldn't help but twitch his lips, feeling an unbearable pang of heartache, and helplessly added.
"Furthermore, I seriously suspect that Peter conspired with Pepper beforehand to deliberately destroy my wine collection so I'd quit drinking... Putting everything else aside, there are only three bottles of that old bourbon left in the world. I went to great lengths to get it from a grumpy collector. Now, before I even had a chance to taste it, it's being used to mop the floor. What a waste—!!!!!"
"I understand, brother, I understand you..."
Thor, while recognizing what kind of liquor Tony was referring to as "bourbon," was a reckless man whose only pleasure besides the thrill of battle was drinking. Thor completely understood Tony's feelings and unconsciously nodded, patting Tony on the shoulder in comfort.
While the two were whispering and complaining, their camaraderie grew stronger as they found kindred spirits.
The operation to clear out the 13th District is proceeding with extremely high efficiency.
From the moment the battle broke out, Sheriff Black, at Peter's request, regained command of the operation. After Peter had thoroughly beaten Amora, ensuring she was preoccupied with other matters for the time being, he decisively issued the battle orders.
"Attention everyone, Plan A has failed. Now, proceed with Plan B: open fire freely! Pay special attention to that mind-controlled scientist! Do not let him activate the portal!"
"receive!"
The moment the words were spoken, six tranquilizer darts mixed with fast-acting sedatives were fired simultaneously from three different angles.
These tranquilizer darts were specially developed by Dr. Connors. Upon impact with the target, they inject a high concentration of sedative directly into the bloodstream.
The dosage was precisely calculated to cause an adult male weighing over 200 pounds to completely lose consciousness in less than a second and a half.
The warhead trailed a faint, almost invisible plume of smoke in the air. From different directions, it precisely struck the remaining enemies on the tarmac.
Dr. Asakura, in particular, was clearly given special attention, and he took three tranquilizer darts all by himself!
"Holy crap, three tranquilizer darts! Are they trying to control me or kill me outright? Those idiots, don't they know an overdose of tranquilizers can kill?!"
The instant he felt himself being shot, Dr. Asakura's fingers twitched on the keyboard. Muttering a complaint under his breath, his eyes darted around, and he collapsed onto the keyboard. This caused the last line of coordinates he was typing to appear as a string of gibberish on the screen.
After doing all this, Dr. Asakura's eyes were filled with a smile of self-approval for his acting skills.
Then, like a puppet whose ropes have been cut, he collapsed to the ground, his mouth gaping open, his head tilted to the side, and he closed his eyes and fainted on the spot.
The moment the sniper fired, Uncle Long, who had been waiting, immediately emerged from behind cover. Before Peter could give Tony's office a complete "overhaul," he, along with Snake and Bull Warrior, began quickly clearing out the remaining henchmen.
Their high-voltage stun guns were reverse-engineered by Dr. Otto based on Max's electrical discharge capabilities. Powered by a miniature arc reactor, they solved the problem of sustained firepower, while the high-voltage pulses released within range could incapacitate a target in less than a second. Combined with Dr. Connors's rapid-acting sedative atomized grenades, the effect was greater than the sum of its parts!
So much so that when the three of them emerged from their hiding place, the group of henchmen didn't even have time to see who was attacking them before they were sprawled on the ground.
Meanwhile, the henchmen who remained near the Ark reactor also sensed something was wrong from the screams of their comrades coming through the communication channel.
But when they grabbed their weapons and prepared to rush upstairs to provide support, they were shocked to find that a terrifying steel monster, three or four meters tall, was guarding the only exit with an imposing presence that could hold off ten thousand men!
Alexei the Rhino!
Even under mind control, they were fearless and charged towards the rhinoceros-men.
But facing the Rhino-men, who were already tough and incredibly strong, and whose defenses were further amplified by their specially made steel suits, these mortal minions, whom Amora had casually grabbed to use as cannon fodder, were no match for the Rhino-men.
It can't even mimic a speed bump to slightly slow down the rhino's charge!
After just a few collisions, they collapsed in all sorts of bizarre positions, unable to get up again!
Meanwhile, the District 13 snipers, who had completed the first round of firing, were not idle either.
In less than a minute since the battle began, their tranquilizer darts have taken down more than twenty henchmen, including the most important Dr. Asakura.
At this moment, their scopes were still rapidly scanning the battlefield. Like the King of Hell calling roll, they were taking down one by one the remaining enemies who were pouring out from all directions, trying to take advantage of their numbers to ambush Uncle Long and his men.
Before long, with their perfect teamwork, all of Amora's men were swiftly and decisively suppressed by the ambush forces of District 13, just as Peter had planned!
The teleportation device was also left unattended due to Dr. Asakura's coma.
This completely eliminated Amora's chances of activating the portal, as Amora was a specialist in magic and utterly ignorant of how such technologically advanced teleportation devices worked. The entire invasion plan was thus fundamentally undermined.
So much so that with good news constantly pouring in through the communication channels, and after confirming that all the enemies except Amora had been taken down, everyone relaxed and believed that the crisis was over...
Little did they know, this was only the beginning of the crisis.
When Amora staggered and stood up again, her nanosuit was tattered, revealing Riley Parker herself once more.
His face was covered in dust, concrete powder, and various wine stains, and the blood from his nose had congealed into a dark red mark that stretched from his philtrum to his chin.
She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and her gaze swept towards the control panel as she noticed the strange noises around her. She saw the situation on the ground, which had already turned into a one-sided battle.
Dr. Asakura lay on the ground, and several combatants from District 13 were carrying him onto a stretcher; the control panel screen was now just a blue screen in standby mode, all the coordinate data she had painstakingly prepared had been accidentally deleted into a bunch of gibberish before he was knocked unconscious.
After a brief silence, Amora forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.
Although Amora looked particularly miserable and helpless as Peter unilaterally pressed and rubbed her down, Peter subconsciously pulled back his strength, and Riley's own pure energy prevented her from suffering any real serious injury.
Suffering such a humiliating defeat in public, the plan that was just one step away from success was completely ruined...
One unexpected event after another was enough to drive Amora to lose her mind and go completely insane!
She slowly exhaled.
When she exhaled, her breath condensed into a visible dark green mist in the air.
The fog didn't dissipate; instead, it gathered and thickened, slowly swirling around her. Like a tamed miniature storm, it lifted Amora's body, suspending her in mid-air and radiating a powerful sense of oppression.
"You think you can defeat me just because you outnumber me? I've already said it, after taking over this body, I... am the god of this world!"
"You have truly angered me, you crawlers! Prepare for the judgment of God's wrath—!!!"