Chapter 664: Peter Vs Tiamut (3/3)

Chapter 664: Peter Vs Tiamut (3/3)

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As Peter coughed up a mouthful of blood, he clenched his teeth, feeling the familiar surge of pain mingled with determination. With a grimace, he wiped the blood from his lips and floated in the void of space, his gaze locked onto the towering figure of Tiamut, determination burning in his eyes.

Looking down, Peter watched as his arm slowly grew back and the hole in his chest from his opponents previous attack began to close. 'I need to make sure to kick the sh*t out of Centurion for this'

After all, it was him who set all of this up before hiding like a coward. Just thinking about it made Peter feel a burning need for sweet, sweet vengeance. "But before that" He muttered, reigning in his burning need for revenge as he eyed the enemy before him.

Despite the searing pain coursing through his body, Peter refused to back down. With a primal roar, he launched himself back into the fray, his movements fueled by sheer adrenaline as he faced the relentless onslaught of the Celestial. Each blow sent shockwaves rippling through space, the force of their clashes threatening to tear the very fabric of reality asunder.

With every ounce of strength he could muster, Peter fought back with a ferocity born of desperation. His remaining arm moved with lightning speed, delivering precise strikes aimed at exploiting the slightest weakness in Tiamut's defenses. Each blow landed with bone-crushing force, denting the celestial's metallic form and drawing a guttural roar of fury from its lips.

But despite his best efforts, Peter found himself outmatched by the sheer power and relentless onslaught of his opponent. With a sense of growing frustration, he gritted his teeth and pushed himself harder, his mind racing as he searched for a way to turn the tide of battle in his favor.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

Drenched in sweat and blood, Peter fought with a primal ferocity, his every move fueled by a desperate determination to survive. With every punch, kick, energy blast, etc. he unleashed the full extent of his strength, his blows landing with bone-crushing impact against the Celestial's unyielding form.

But for every strike Peter landed, the Celestial retaliated with equal, if not greater, force. Its metallic fists hammered down relentlessly, each blow driving Peter closer and closer to defeat, his body battered and bruised, yet refusing to yield.

Blood seeped from countless wounds, floating throughout the space around them as the battle raged on, the air thick with the acrid scent of ozone and burning flesh. Despite the pain coursing through his veins, Peter gritted his teeth and fought on, his mind consumed by a singular focus

Survival.

But amidst the chaos, a glimmer of hope sparked within him. Drawing upon the depths of his deathly powers granted to him by his new spider suit, Peter empowered himself one final time, unleashing an overwhelming deathly aura, which seemed to swallow all of the other auras that shrouded his body, using them to file itself.

"?!" Although Tiamut was rather mindless, he seemed to recognize Peter's boost in power as its eyes widened for a brief moment.

Smirking, Peter slowly floated closer to his opponent. "What a nice expression you just had Why don't I help you make some more of them?" He said as he disappeared in a burst of motion.

"?!" Tiamut's eyes widened a second time as Peter appeared beside him, his leg impacting the side of the giants head.

"How does it feel you sadistic f*cker!" He shouted, venting all of his fury from his earlier beat down.

Each blow landed with surgical precision, driving Tiamut back with every strike as Peter fought tooth and nail to keep the cosmic behemoth at bay. With every punch, kick, and energy blast, he pushed himself beyond his limits, his entire being consumed by the primal urge to survive at any cost.

But just as victory seemed within his grasp, Tiamut unleashed a devastating counterattack, its form shimmering with renewed power as it surged forward with a deafening roar. "AAAARRGGHH!"

"?!" Caught off guard by the sudden surge of energy, Peter found himself struggling to keep pace, his movements growing sluggish as exhaustion threatened to overwhelm him.

With a desperate effort, Peter summoned every last ounce of strength within him, his muscles burning with the intensity of his exertion as he unleashed a flurry of blows against Tiamut's weakened form, each carrying a deathly aura. With each strike, he felt the celestial's defenses crumbling beneath his assault, inch by agonizing inch.

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Soon enough, Peter spotted his opening and leaped forward, wrapping his arms tightly around Tiamut's neck from behind. Despite the celestial's attempts to shake him off and pummel him with its colossal fists, Peter held on with an iron grip, his deathly aura flaring around them in a swirling vortex of black energy.

"F*ck" Peter struggled to speak as a large fist impacted his back over and over again. "you!"

As the ominous aura enveloped both him and Tiamut, the decay accelerated at an alarming rate, the celestial's metallic form beginning to rust and corrode before his eyes. With each passing moment, Tiamut's movements slowed, weighed down by the relentless assault of Peter's deathly powers.

Straining against the overwhelming force of the black aura, Tiamut fought desperately to break free, its once-mighty form crumbling under the relentless onslaught.

But Peter refused to relent, screaming in exertion as he poured every ounce of his strength into his deathly powers while struggling to maintain his grip on the celestial's thrashing form.

As the black energy spread from Peter to his metal opponent, the decay intensified, consuming Tiamut's once-impervious armor at an extremely high speed. With a final, agonized roar, the celestial fell silent, its body rusted in place as it succumbed to the relentless decay.

With a victorious sigh, Peter watched as Tiamut's form disintegrated before his eyes, leaving nothing behind but a glowing yellow spark suspended in the void of space.

"F*ck Why didn't it leave a body behind" Peter complained, as he planned to use the body to revive his opponent as a shadowy servant. "Hmm, maybe it'll still work?"

Conjuring a green flame in his hand, he tossed it towards the flickering remnants of the celestial, watching as the spark suddenly ignited.

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