Her palm seemed to enlarge tenfold out of thin air. Her nails were painted a vivid color, her skin delicate as white bamboo shoots, and her five fingers graceful, gleaming brilliantly with a casual wave.
Daisy's strike carried immense force, combining every method at her disposal. It looked like a casual brush of her hand, yet it enveloped every direction around Thanos.
Attack, force back, annihilate—three actions completed in one fluid motion. She pushed her strength to the limit and slammed a palm down at Thanos. The blow was swift and precise; the two layers of protection over Thanos's body offered not the slightest resistance. With one palm strike, she smashed him into a bloody pulp. It was both savage and brutal.
"Is the enemy dealt with?" Black Widow asked cautiously.
Daisy sighed. "Not yet."
Thanos had not made any move to resist at all. That was far too suspicious.
Yet no matter how she looked, she could find no flaw. She could only attribute it to the inconceivability of the Heart of the Universe.
What had originally been a sneak attack had turned into a full-frontal assault with a distinctly Avengers style, which worried her somewhat. Even her all-out strike had become worthless because of the Heart of the Universe, and her heart grew a little heavier.
"What magnificent power. Can your narrow vision comprehend even a fraction of its splendor? The mundane has blinded your eyes. Even with my knowledge, I cannot correctly interpret the true meaning of this power. Stand down. You are no longer qualified to be my enemy."
Thanos rose from the flesh and blood once more, his clothes and appearance completely unchanged. His tone was bleak, with a hint of carelessness.
Such an arrogant statement did not sound out of place coming from him.