Peter's flippant words fell on Laufey's ears, sounding more piercing than the most vicious curse in the World.
"You... deserve to die!"
Laufey was nearly bursting with rage; the King of the Frost Giants had completely abandoned his royal poise, charging at Evil Peter like a frenzied Beast.
Wherever he passed, sharp ice spikes froze out of the ground, and moisture in the air turned into lethal ice blades, raining down on Evil Peter from all directions.
However, Evil Peter moved like a fire spirit dancing on a knife's edge, shifting and dodging.
With the enhancement of Observation Haki, he either dodged using Moonwalk or altered his body shape through Paper Arts, making every one of Laufey's attacks miss by a hair's breadth, instead hitting his own subordinates.
"Tsk tsk tsk, the King of the Frost Giants says nothing, only blindly causing Carnage among his own men."
"Damn it, if it weren't for you lowly commoners blocking the way, this King would have hit that Midgardian long ago!"
Evil Peter didn't stop at creating the illusion of being "just a bit away from killing this bastard" over and over; while dodging, he even cosplayed as a narrator or mimicked Laufey's tone to keep messing with Laufey's head.
During this process, his hands weren't idle either, continuously swinging his blade.
Swish swish swish~
Every swing of the blade unleashed streaks of blazing saber light.
Wherever the saber light passed, it was often accompanied by groups of Frost Giants losing limbs; the unluckier ones were sliced in half on the spot.
Then, they were burned to ashes by the fire that clung to them like maggots to a bone.
"Lowly Midgardian! Stand still for this King!"
Laufey roared, throwing an even larger ice spear that whistled through the air, aimed straight at Evil Peter's back.
Without looking back, Evil Peter twisted his body lightly; the ice spear grazed past him, pinning a terrified Frost Giant to death on the spot.
Immediately after, he swung his blade back, and another Frost Giant trying to stop Peter was consumed by fire.
"Aaaaaah!"
Laufey had gone completely mad.
He felt like a toyed-with Joker; no matter how hard he attacked, he couldn't even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes.
Meanwhile, the opponent was leisurely, one by one, causing Carnage among his people, his army, and his hope for restoring his kingdom right in front of him!
This bastard was simply a nemesis tailor-made for him by the Creator.
His fire perfectly countered his own ice.
His speed made all of his attacks a joke.
His destructive power left his tribesmen with no power to resist.
This feeling of having strength but nowhere to use it was more painful than being killed!
Inside the protective shield, everyone was stunned as they watched Peter deal with Laufey in a nearly mocking manner.
Thor's mouth hung open as he couldn't help but mutter:
"How did this Planet give birth to a powerhouse of this level?"
He couldn't help but compare Peter to himself in his prime.
The more he compared, the more uncertain he felt.
He couldn't win; even in his prime, he probably wouldn't be Peter's match at all!
In Sif's and Natasha's beautiful eyes, love was completely overflowing.
So handsome!
So strong!
So domineering!
This man perfectly hit all their fantasies of a partner!
Time passed minute by minute, and at some point, a thick layer of ash had covered the ground.
The Frost Giant army, which originally numbered in the hundreds, now had only a dozen or so left.
These Frost Giants no longer had the arrogance and fighting spirit they had when they first arrived.
They huddled together, their red eyes filled with fear, their bodies trembling uncontrollably as they looked at the figure in the air like a demon god, unable to even muster the courage to resist.
Too terrifying.
This Midgardian was even more terrifying than the All-Father!
Although the All-Father was powerful, he was merciful after all and wouldn't do something like exterminating them.
But the Midgardian before them clearly didn't intend to let them leave Midgard alive!
"Tsk... why have you stopped running?"
Evil Peter looked down at the group of Frost Giants huddling for warmth, his tone full of disdain.
"If the prey just buries its head in the sand and stays still, where's the fun in hunting?"
Looking at the ashes of his compatriots all over the ground and hearing the demon's whispers in his ear, Laufey's spirit finally broke completely at this moment.
Those were his soldiers, the capital for restoration he had accumulated over a thousand years of biding his time!
He had originally envisioned that after killing the sleeping Odin and reclaiming the casket of ancient winters, he would lead this elite army he had secretly trained for a thousand years to start a war of conquest and restore the supreme glory of the Frost Giant race from a thousand years ago.
Laufey was over two thousand years old now, which was considered old even among the long-lived Frost Giants.
In other words, he didn't have another thousand years to train a second army like this.
This army was his last hope.
But now...
Everything had become a dream and a bubble.
His army, his hope, had been easily torn through by a Midgardian.
This meant that he, Laufey, King of the Frost Giants, would have no possibility of rising again for the rest of his life!
He would be forever nailed to the pillar of shame in Jotunheim as a failure!
"It's you! It's all because of you!"
Laufey's crimson eyes stared fixedly at Evil Peter, burning with overwhelming hatred and madness.
"Lowly Midgardian! I will kill you!"
"I won't just kill you! I'll find your family! Your friends! Everyone related to you!"
"I'll make them howl in an endless icy hell! I'll crush your bones inch by inch and forge them into a crown passed down through my race for generations!"
Facing Laufey's crazed roars and vicious curses, the smile on Evil Peter's face grew even more brilliant.
"Still in the mood for trash talk?"
"Don't worry, it'll be your turn soon!"
The moment his words fell, Evil Peter raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
In the next second, more than a dozen swords and sabers made of fire instantly appeared around him.
Swish~!
As Peter pointed his finger,
These fire blades all turned into meteors, shooting towards the terrified Frost Giants below.
The Frost Giants instinctively tried to run, but clearly, all struggle was in vain.
Those blades made entirely of fire seemed to have guidance systems; no matter how they fled for their lives, they could precisely harvest their lives.
Chests were pierced, bodies were incinerated.
In the blink of an eye, the last dozen or so Frost Giants lost their lives.
The entire World went completely silent.
Evil Peter also slowly descended from the air at this time, a mocking smile on his lips as he walked step by step toward Laufey, who stood frozen on the spot:
"Tsk tsk tsk, what a pity!"
"Game over, huh~"
"Since you couldn't stop me, then next..."
"It's your turn!"