Chapter 663: Peter Vs Tiamut (2/3)

Chapter 663: Peter Vs Tiamut (2/3)

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"Not much of a Communicator, are you?" Peter commented, frustration knotting his brow as he faced the towering Celestial, its metallic form crackling with raw power. He was fairly certain that Centurion's meddling had twisted the celestial's nature, robbing it of its innate wisdom and leaving only a mindless aggression in its wake.

Although uncertainty lingered, Peter knew one thing for certain, words were useless against the Celestial's fury. With a heavy sigh, he resigned himself to the inevitable clash, his mind already calculating strategies amidst the chaos.

'He would make a good addition to my shadows' Peter thought, a greedy gleam shining in his eyes.

As the Celestial loomed closer, its steps echoing like thunder, Peter braced himself for the impending clash. The ground shook beneath his feet with each heavy step of the towering entity, its metallic form casting an ominous glow on the barren planet.

"Let's see how strong you really are!" Peter shouted, his adrenaline spiking.

With a swift movement, he launched himself into action, his spider-sense tingling as he dodged the Celestial's massive metal fist, the strike sending shockwaves rippling through the air.

Acting quickly, Peter leaped up into the air and retaliated with a fist of his own, his body glowing in a purple light, empowering his every move.

*boom!*

Unlike Peter, the mindless celestial didn't seem too be fast enough to dodge, or it just didn't have the brain power to understand that it was supposed to avoid attacks, because it didn't even flinch as Peter's fist connected, denting its chest armor and sending Tiamaut staggering backwards.

"Not so tough, are you?" Peter taunted, smirking up at the giant.

The Celestial roared in fury, its fiery eyes blazing with intensity as it swung its colossal arms frantically, aiming to crush Peter with its berserker mentality.

Of course, Peter dodged over and over, returning some attacks here and there, but each dent or scratch that he managed to make in Tiamut's armored form seemed to disappear in a matter of seconds. Even his Phoenix Fire infused heat vision merely created a hole, which was filled in a minute later.

And worst of all, despite his agility and precognition-level senses, Peter found himself struggling to keep up with the relentless assault, each blow threatening to overwhelm him. 'Is it just me, or is this f*cker getting faster and faster' he complained as he was chased by the mad berserker, who seemed to only grow stronger and faster as time went by.

Mid-leap, Peter was in the middle of dodging when he suddenly sensed another incoming blow, his instincts screaming a warning as he attempted to evade, but it was too late. Tiamut's colossal hand swatted through the air, aiming to squash him like a bug.

With no other recourse, Peter activated his phasing ability, intending to slip through the attack unscathed. But to his horror, Tiamut's hand shimmered with a golden energy, disrupting Peter's phasing as it connected with devastating force, sending him hurtling across the planet's surface.

The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the air, the force of the blow carving a deep furrow in the terrain as Peter's body crashed into a towering mountain miles away. Pain radiated through every fiber of his being as he struggled to regain his bearings, the taste of blood filling his mouth.

As he staggered to his feet, Peter quickly healed as his gaze zoomed forward and locked onto Tiamut, a mix of anger and determination burning in his eyes. "Okay, you're definitely my strongest opponent yet. I'll give you that" he growled, watching as the giant began to sprint in his direction.

As the blinding light from his attack subsided, Peter found himself floating in the vast expanse of open space, the once desolate planet below completely obliterated by the final, cataclysmic blow. But as his gaze swept over his surroundings, an aching feeling overcame him.

Looking down, Peter's immediately realized where that feeling was coming from. His right arm, the same arm he had unleashed his final attack with, was gone, leaving behind nothing but a bloody stump from the shoulder downward. Despite the pain, he let out a resigned sigh, know that it would grow back soon enough.

'Whatever, at least that annoying b*stard was take care of' Peter thought as he felt his arm slowly growing back.

But just as he began to process his perceived victory, out of nowhere, a golden metallic figure materialized before him, towering over him with an imposing presence.

Peter's eyes widened in disbelief as he beheld the pristine form of Tiamut, completely unscathed by his devastating attack, despite the loss of his own limb. And worst of all 'Did he actually get stronger? AGAIN!?'

"AAAARRRGGGHHH!" With a mighty roar, the Celestial unleashed a devastating blast of energy from its open mouth, sending Peter hurtling through the air with bone-jarring force, the impact of the blast tearing a hole in his chest, which quickly pierced through his body and out the other side.

In the heart of Centurion's lair, the air crackled with tension as Miles, Mateo, and Aaron faced off against Centurion, his sleek armor gleamed ominously, a stark contrast to the trio's determination.

"Why don't I kill you with my own hands?" Centurion's voice dripped with malice, a sinister grin curling his lips.

His opponents tensed instantly, bracing themselves for the impending onslaught. Without warning, Centurion vanished in a blinding flash, reappearing beside Miles with deadly energy blades in hand, poised for a lethal strike.

Miles reacted with lightning-fast reflexes, narrowly evading the lethal blades aimed at his throat, while Mateo and Aaron swiftly moved to counterattack from different angles.

In a synchronized display of power, Mateo enveloped himself in crackling lightning, while Aaron unleashed a chilling aura, both determined to protect Miles at all costs.

"Miles! Get out of the way!" Mateo's voice rang out, accompanied by arcs of electricity shooting across the room in a display reminiscent of Darth Plagueis.

(A/N: Unlimited Powah!)

Meanwhile, Aaron attempted to immobilize Centurion by freezing the floor, but their adversary proved to be more resilient than anticipated.

Centurion observed the futile attempts against him with a bored, almost apathetic look on his face, his cyborg-like suit effortlessly countered the attacks on its own. Draining the lightning to recharging its energy reserves and countering the ice by simply increasing the heat beneath his boots.

"How cute..." Centurion remarked sarcastically, his demeanor unfazed by their efforts. "Now it's my turn!"

A/N: 1800 words :)

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