"Rasengan: Uzuhiko?"
Solus's brow furrowed completely into a deep scowl.
He didn't quite understand the meaning behind Peter's words.
But he could clearly feel the nauseating sense of vertigo within his body.
His stomach was churning.
The World before his eyes was spinning.
No matter how hard he tried, his hands and feet wouldn't obey him.
Even though the ground beneath him hadn't moved an inch, he felt like a small boat swaying precariously amidst violent winds and giant waves.
"Impossible... I am the greatest Inheritor! How can mere gravity make me so pathetic?"
Solus pressed both hands against the ground, his fingers sinking deep into the cracked asphalt road.
The veins all over his body writhed like tiny snakes, and every muscle trembled from excessive blood congestion.
He struggled desperately, trying to force his body upright.
The first time,
his upper body had just risen half a foot when his left arm twisted strangely by half a turn, causing him to fall back down pathetically. His face slammed into the ground, cracking the earth in a spider-web pattern.
The second time.
This time, he forced himself over, attempting a kip-up motion to leap to his feet.
But in the next second, the dizziness in his mind suddenly intensified several-fold. As he rose, he flipped directly onto his side; his intended kip-up turned into a clumsy roll like a lazy donkey.
The third time...
Before he could even make a move, Evil Peter suddenly remarked with a sigh:
"What kind of thunderous movement is this? A frantic maggot in a sea of dung?"
Blegh—
Already dizzy and lightheaded, Solus felt his blood pressure spike at Peter's mockery.
As his mind visualized that image, he immediately vomited.
However, what he spat out wasn't food residue, but chunks of dark red internal organ fragments.
The power of Rasengan: Uzuhiko wasn't originally meant to tear Solus's internal organs apart directly.
But even though his body was clearly failing, Solus insisted on struggling, which led to this tragedy.
His organs were already twisting in one direction, yet Solus, in his attempt to stand up, forcibly applied a completely opposite force.
The effect of these two overlapping forces didn't cancel out; instead, both sides suffered—he used so much force that he literally squeezed his own internal organs until they burst!
"Old man, I suggest you stop wasting your effort."
Peter floated in mid-air, arms crossed over his chest, looking down at Solus with the gaze one would use for dying prey.
"The Cosmic Energy in your body isn't fully under your control to begin with, and now it's been stirred into a mess by my gravitational field. The more you try to mobilize it, the more violent it becomes."
"The more violent it gets, the faster those gravitational rotations I struck into you will spin."
"The faster they spin, the less you'll be able to stand up."
"It's a vicious cycle, understand?"
Solus understood, but he refused to accept this reality.
He was Solus, the King of Totems who had lived for thousands of years, a being infinitely close to a god.
How could he lose face like this, lying on the ground like a dead dog, allowing his 'food' to humiliate him?
Just as a human could not accept a dog suddenly running over to pee on their head,
Solus felt the same way now.
He, Solus, could die in battle, or die of old age, but he absolutely could not die in such a disgraceful manner at the hands of his own food!
"Damn it... damn it!"
Solus's eyes were bloodshot. He gave up on standing and instead lay prone on the ground, gathering energy like a giant toad.
His idea was very simple: if he couldn't solve the problem, he would solve the person who brought the problem.
He prepared to use the energy within his body—enough to easily detonate a planet—to blow Peter up and take him down with him.
Wouldn't that be better than dying so pathetically at the other's hands?
"You despicable insect, even if I die..."
Before he could finish speaking,
a figure as bright as the stars appeared before him.
Bang.
Peter kicked Solus in the face as if he were kicking a soccer ball.
This strike was so unexpected that Solus, caught off guard, actually bit off his own tongue.
His body spun continuously in the air before finally slamming heavily against the psychokinetic barrier, sliding down inch by inch like a dead dog.
Almost the moment he hit the ground, Peter appeared before him in a flash.
He raised his foot and stepped on Solus's head, looking down at this once-arrogant leader of the Inheritor Family:
"Despicable?"
"How many spider totems has your Inheritor Family hunted down over thousands of years? How many Peter Parkers from how many Universes have you slaughtered?"
"When you were wantonly plundering the power of others, why didn't you think of those words?"
"Now that you're lying on the ground like a dog, you suddenly remember to accuse others of being despicable?"
While speaking, Peter ground his foot into Solus's face twice more.
Pure Cosmic Energy from his body immediately seeped into Solus through this physical contact.
Once the two completely identical sources of energy met, they immediately triggered a violent resonance.
The figure that had been bulging like a giant toad first shriveled up like a deflated ball.
Then, every part of his body began to crack inch by inch amidst the energy rampage.
"Aaaaaaah—"
Solus let out a scream that didn't sound human at all.
Purple-black blood seeped from his eyes, nostrils, and mouth simultaneously.
Outside the protective barrier, everyone held their breath.
The Spider Army members couldn't help but cover their mouths, their eyes red. It wasn't out of sympathy—it was because their long-suppressed fear had finally found an outlet for release.
This monster, this predator who fed on them and hunted them across Universes, had finally met his retribution!
Initially, seeing him like this was quite satisfying for Peter.
But as he watched, he noticed something was wrong.
Even though Solus's body was damaged to a point that was hard to look at—his limbs twisted and his skin covered in purple-black cracks like a piece of porcelain about to shatter—
strangely enough, this crack-filled porcelain just wouldn't break.
Those horrific injuries were healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye every second.
Realizing this, Peter kicked Solus's head again.
This kick almost made his head explode.
Yet this head that was about to explode returned to its original state in less than a few seconds.
Tch~
Peter's brow couldn't help but furrow.
He realized that his ordinary attacks really couldn't do anything to this guy.
His regeneration speed was too fast, and although the Cosmic Energy was no longer under his control, it was still passively providing him with protection.
This meant Peter's attacks weren't enough to deal a fatal blow.
"High defense and a thick health bar, huh?"
Peter took a step back, looking at the old Vampire on the ground who, despite being beaten into a pulp, was still tenaciously repairing himself. A cold glint flashed in his eyes.
"Then how will your Excellency face it if I give you a punch that deals true damage?"