Executioner's Sword

However...

Duang!

When Scott swung the steel pipe with all his strength, an extremely dull metallic clang rang out.

"W-What?!"

Scott stared at the steel pipe in his hand, bent into a bald-head-shaped curve. He was so shocked he forgot to close his mouth, his eyes nearly popping out.

Nothing happened.

Scott had dealt zero damage to Thanos.

With the strength of an ordinary human like him, even swinging a steel pipe could not budge Thanos's naturally powerful Deviant Eternal body in the slightest.

Compared to Thanos's physical toughness, the steel pipe was barely any harder than tofu.

"Hehe~"

Watching Scott's clownish performance, Thanos, who knew his death was imminent, could not help laughing. "It's useless. Human strength is far too weak. Other than covering me in iron filings, what else can you do?"

"What?!"

The moment Scott heard Thanos's mocking tone, rage flared up inside him.

Just as Thanos thought this ant-like human was about to fly into a useless rage, Scott smoothly spun around, stomped forward, and slid on his knees all the way to Leon.

"Uh... what exactly are you doing?" Leon looked down at Scott, who was hugging his thigh, and the corner of his eye twitched twice.

"Boss, teach me how to kill that purple sweet potato bastard. My life is yours!" Scott looked up at Leon, fire blazing in his eyes, though his posture was incomparably humble.

Everyone present was struck speechless, then burst into laughter.

Thanos was utterly speechless. "= ="

Was this really necessary? Brother, just to kill me, you were going to acknowledge someone as your dad? But then again... if Thanos thought about it carefully, the value of his life to that weak human did seem... kind of worth it? No way...

From Scott's perspective, while doing something like this