This Is My Final Strike

Thanos cautiously surveyed his surroundings.

Almost the instant he realized it, a spear pierced through him from behind.

With a splatter.

Thanos's figure transformed into a tree and vanished.

The simplest Substitution Technique.

"So in the end, all you can do is use tricks like these?"

He had already seized Loki's spear. Lightning flickered across his raised palm, and its ear-piercing sound resounded throughout the battlefield.

It was none other than Kakashi's signature technique—Chidori.

But with Thanos's immense Chakra boosting it, the spectacle of this Chidori was far more magnificent than when Kakashi used it. Visible currents spread across a vast area of space, while the very center shone so brightly that it was impossible to look at directly. Even the sound of the electricity seemed to pierce straight into the soul, leaving everyone agitated and unnerved.

At the critical moment, Loki discarded his spear, his body transforming into a streak of light as he retreated at top speed.

Yet he was still grazed by the lightning-fast strike.

By the time he appeared several hundred meters away, one of his arms was already drenched in blood.

"What kind of chaotic skills are these?" Loki's face, which had already mostly repaired itself, was filled with viciousness. "How about I give you the title of God of Mischief? Do you dare face me in a direct strike?"

That initial attack had consumed most of his divine power. As someone whose profession relied heavily on divine power, what remained was insufficient to support many more probing attacks.

In other words.

Loki was completely forcing himself to keep going.

If Thanos refused his final provocation, he could take the opportunity to mock him and end the battle. If Thanos accepted it—then Loki would bring out his strongest skill, using every last bit of his