"Mortal, you are quite exceptional."
Thor grinned, flashing a row of brilliant white teeth, his battle intent soaring to an unprecedented apex.
"I acknowledge that you possess the right to be my opponent! Tell me your name; you have earned the privilege of becoming a legendary tale I share over my ale!"
Hearing this, Peter's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. As expected, it's still a bit lacking, huh?
He had honestly assumed his previous punch would be enough to completely break Thor's composure on the spot. But looking at it now, it clearly wasn't potent enough! It actually allowed this oaf to continue spouting his theatrical lines.
If Gear Third alone wasn't enough to ground him, then how about... adding Gear Second into the mix?
With that sharp thought, Peter's instincts flared. He immediately dropped into Luffy's classic Gear Second activation stance—bending his knees into a slight squat and planting his right fist firmly against the cracked pavement.
Thump-thump, thump-thump!
Inside his biological vessels, the siphoned electrical currents began to aggressively stimulate his cellular walls.
Simultaneously, his circulatory system accelerated at an exponential rate, with his blood vessels and cardiac muscles contracting and expanding violently to pump blood through his frame like a high-powered hydraulic engine.
Hiss, hiss, hiss—
Following several rapid internal shifts, a deep purple-red hue resembling intricate stress-fracture patterns began to flush across the surface of Peter's skin.
A dense, billowing cloud of thermal steam visibly erupted from his pores, cloaking him in a dense mist.
"What on earth is he doing now?" The Thing and the Invisible Woman couldn't help but ask, crowding closer to Mr. Fantastic.
Reed Richards stared intently at Peter's physical transformation, his super-genius intellect working at maximum overclock to dissect the underlying bio-mechanical principles of the technique.
An IQ well north of 270 effortlessly reverse-engineered the "blood-pump" methodology of Gear Second within a fraction of a second.
"What an absolute stroke of genius!"
Having grasped the methodology, Reed couldn't help but exhale a genuine sigh of awe.
However, a split second later, his brow tightly knit into a deep frown: "But executing a vascular acceleration of this magnitude inflicts a systemic burden that vastly outstrips a standard cellular elongation.
While it grants a monumental, instantaneous surge in combat output, his operational timeline will inevitably be cut drastically short..."
Reaching this conclusion, Reed shook his head in disappointment. He thought to himself that Peter was, after all, still far too young and naive—massively underestimating the sheer biological endurance of a true Asgardian "God." Thor wasn't an adversary you could simply bring down with a brief, volatile burst of kinetic output!
Of course, if Peter could read Reed's internal monologue at this moment, he would have immediately looked back and scoffed:
You're entirely correct based on textbook physics, Reed. But this is the Horse Talisman! The noble stallion systematically purges and expels all negative external and internal anomalies from my vessel!
With the passive, reality-warping regeneration of the Horse Talisman running in the background, concepts like "massive metabolic drain" or "severe physical degradation" simply didn't exist in Peter's vocabulary. They literally didn't know each other.
Ensuring his Gear Second matrix had fully stabilized, Peter straightened his posture, looking up at the hovering Asgardian as he casually noted, "Alright. My warm-up routine is officially complete!"
"Hmm?" Thor's brow hitched as he observed the dense vapor radiating from Peter's frame. What kind of sorcery is this mortal concocting now?
However, before the thought could even fully form in his mind—
SHWIP—!
Accompanied by an incredibly sharp, deafening sonic boom, Peter's highly extended fist tore through the air.
Traveling at a velocity that completely dwarfed a high-caliber sniper round, it reached Thor's immediate airspace in the blink of an eye.
In that exact millisecond, Thor's divine pupils contracted violently! Too fast!
His highly honed, god-tier reflexes had barely managed to register the sheer velocity of the incoming trajectory! A profound spike of instinctual danger flooded his mind, and his centuries of raw battlefield conditioning instantly seized absolute control over his physical frame.
Without a single shred of cognitive hesitation, he raised his bare fist, launching a heavy counter-strike to meet Peter's knuckles in a brutal, direct collision.
BOOM—!!!
The concussive shockwave generated by the impact of their fists manifested as a visible, expanding atmospheric ring in the sky.
Once again, Thor's divine, robust physique was violently blasted backward through the air by the raw kinetic translation.
SWOOSH—!
Another sharp, piercing tear in the atmosphere echoed through the square. But this time, what manifested wasn't an elongated limb—it was Peter's entire physical body!
Practically the exact same millisecond Thor was thrown into a backward trajectory, Peter executed a series of high-frequency Geppo (Moonwalk) steps, effectively teleporting directly into Thor's path of retreat.
His elongated legs, compressed like heavily tensioned bowstrings, exploded outward with terrifying leverage, driving both heels squarely into Thor's midsection!
The absolute violence of the double-kick sent the Prince of Asgard hurtling downward toward the city streets like a blazing, terminal-velocity meteor.
"Do not grow overly presumptuous, mortal!"
Thor roared through the rushing wind during his descent. The mythical Mjolnir erupted with a blinding, crackling shroud of divine lightning.
Allowing the immense gravitational pull of the enchanted hammer to pull his weight, he managed to eerily warp and redirect his downward trajectory mid-air.
But Peter had systematically anticipated Thor's directional correction.
"We aren't even close to finished yet!" Peter's mocking voice purred directly into Thor's ear.
Thor's heart skipped a beat. Out of the peripheral corner of his eye, he caught a blurry, dark silhouette whipping around from behind his blind spot! It was the exact same fist Peter had launched at the beginning of the exchange; it had eerily executed a sharp 90-degree angular pivot mid-air, hurtling back with an incredibly unorthodox trajectory to strike him squarely in the flank!
Oof—!
This time, an icon as durable as Thor couldn't suppress a sharp grunt of genuine agony. This wasn't merely because the strike had perfectly impacted the vulnerable, unshielded tissue of his lower waist—it was primarily due to the dense, obsidian-black substance coating the knuckles.
Advanced Armament Haki!
To ensure absolute, unmitigated damage penetration against a divine physiology, Peter had seamlessly integrated his hardened spiritual armor into the kinetic payload.
The sudden burst of agonizing pain completely ignited Thor's legendary temper. As his body was violently deflected sideways across the sky, he let out a guttural, primal roar.
Completely abandoning any attempt to use Mjolnir to stabilize his flight path or dodge, he rotated his torso aggressively, choosing to trade blood for blood as he hurled his divine hammer straight at Peter's chest with maximum velocity!
The short-handled hammer whistled through the air like a localized missile. However, Peter simply expanded his free hand, transforming his palm into a massive, highly elastic rubber web that effortlessly absorbed and diffused the monumental kinetic shockwave of the throw.
Because he wasn't entirely certain whether his current moral standing would allow him to physically lift the legendary weapon, Peter didn't overextend himself trying to pull off an exhibitionist "Expelliarmus" stunt.
The moment his elastic palm made contact with the metallic face of the hammer, he immediately released it, deliberately avoiding any prolonged contact that could trigger Mjolnir's worthiness enchantment.
Instead, he channeled his entire focus into launching an unmitigated blitz directly at Thor's exposed physical frame.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
A torrential cascade of dense, concussive explosions—so rapid they practically blended into a single, continuous, roaring drone—shattered the upper atmosphere over Manhattan! It was the acoustic violence of reinforced iron knuckles repeatedly impacting flesh and bone.
Peter's silhouette had completely transformed into a human jet engine, weaving an absolute cage of physical trauma around Thor as he unleashed a tempestuous, unyielding barrage!
Every single punch was wrapped in dense, obsidian Armament Haki. Every single strike connected flawlessly, transferring tons of compressed kinetic energy directly into Thor's muscular structure.
Watching the storm of violence from the streets below, the Spiders were hit with a profound sense of cognitive dissonance. Did the Boss secretly pull out that multi-armed, Asura-like combat form again?
But reality dictated that Peter hadn't activated any secondary transformation. The illusory forest of fists blotting out the light was purely the result of physical velocity breaking the visual threshold of the human eye.
Even with a physiology as extraordinarily durable as the God of Thunder, after absorbing the full, unmitigated weight of this custom Gum-Gum Jet Gatling, Thor couldn't hold back sharp cries of raw pain.
It hurt! It was so incredibly, unbelievably painful!
"Accursed mortal!"
Thor finally cast aside every remaining shred of his Asgardian superiority.
He bellowed in sheer, unadulterated fury, frantically swinging his recalled hammer in wild, desperate arcs, summoning localized lightning strikes in an aggressive bid to clip the phantom-like entity buzzing around his perimeter like an elusive hornet.
But Peter's velocity was simply too broken! Having paired the blood-acceleration of Gear Second with the micro-cellular current stimulation of the Lightning Release Armor, his travel speed had long since shattered the barrier of sound.
Furthermore, Mr. Fantastic's molecular elasticity granted him an astronomical reach advantage, ensuring he could consistently execute an offensive strike and withdraw a step ahead of Thor's defensive arc.
Even on the rare occasion Thor managed to land a clipping blow with Mjolnir, it was fundamentally irrelevant. Mr. Fantastic's rubberized cellular matrix was entirely indifferent to blunt-force trauma, and the accompanying divine arcs of lightning merely served to top off Peter's internal biological batteries!
"Is this truly the absolute extent of a self-proclaimed god's capability?" Peter jeered, maintaining his relentless physical output while flawlessly layering psychological trash-talk into the frequency. Dismantling an opponent's mental composure was, after all, his absolute specialty.
"AAARRRGHHH!!!"
Thor screamed in pure, unbridled frustration, yet found himself entirely trapped within a tactical dead-end.
Today was indisputably his absolute day of reckoning. Ever since his exile and subsequent adventures on Earth, he had never encountered an adversary so thoroughly problematic.
The entity was completely immune to his elemental domain, possessed a lifting and striking capacity that bordered on the cataclysmic, traveled at speeds that shattered visual tracking, and could shrug off a direct strike from Mjolnir as if it were a mild breeze!
This... this configuration wasn't a standard superhero variant. This was a custom-engineered, absolute Anti-Thor Noble Phantasm!
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