Fierce Battle at Sea

Not even cannon shells could harm him in the slightest. How could the collapse of a mere skyscraper possibly do anything to him?

"Do you understand now? Before absolute power, these petty tri—"

Crack!

Deep Sea King's words came to an abrupt halt.

Spider-Man had somehow slipped beneath him. With a violent shove of his palm, he forced Deep Sea King's jaws shut.

Deep Sea King's teeth, capable of biting through titanium alloy, had actually bitten off his own eel-like tongue!

"See that, big fish? That disgusting tongue of yours is finished."

Spider-Man raised his middle finger in a contemptuous taunt.

Deep Sea King's face twisted instantly, veins bulging as his eyes reddened with fury. He poured savage power into both fists and hammered down at Spider-Man in a frenzy!

"Danger! Danger!"

"But—useless!"

"I can still barely handle attacks this slow."

"Take this—Web Wrap!"

Spider-Man nimbly evaded while continuously firing webs, layer after layer winding around Deep Sea King's body.

Just ten minutes later, Deep Sea King's limbs were tightly bound by thousands of layers of webbing. Only his head remained exposed, making him look like a massive white cocoon.

Rain began to fall from the sky at some unknown point. The downpour quickly intensified, turning into a torrential storm in the blink of an eye.

"Hey, big fish, I've captured you alive. Hurry up and tell your shrimp soldiers and crab generals to surrender!"

"Heh heh... very good! Human, you've completely enraged me!"

"Hey, hey, have you got the situation backward? You're my prisoner now. Did anger scramble your brain?"

Spider-Man looked utterly confused.

He clearly had the upper hand. How did this guy still dare act so arrogantly? Was the Deep-Sea Clan's brain structure different from that of humans?

Suddenly, Spider-Sense shrieked a frantic warning, making every hair on his body stand on end!

Though he had no idea where the danger was coming from, his body instinctively darted backward—

Snap! Snap! Snap!

The thousands of web layers tightly binding Deep Sea King began snapping apart one after another.

Deep Sea King's body seemed to have expanded by an entire size.

"God, this is ridiculous!"

"I was having trouble adapting after coming ashore. Luckily, this rain restored me to full condition."

"This is bad..."

Feeling the increasingly terrifying aura radiating from Deep Sea King, Spider-Man's heart pounded nervously. He must have forgotten to check the almanac today, to run into such a troublesome monster.

This level of strength was already close to breaking through the Demon-level Disaster tier and reaching Quasi-Dragon-Level Disaster.

"He's gotten faster. I can barely dodge now."

"His size has nearly doubled, and his defense has greatly increased."

"His strength has tripled. This is terrifying."

Keeping up with Complete Deep Sea King was an enormous drain on both mental and physical strength.

Beneath the Spider-Man suit, Peter Parker was breathing heavily, drenched in cold sweat. Against a monster of this level, one careless mistake would cost him his life.

If it had been the earlier Deep Sea King, he would have been confident in subduing him. But this Deep Sea King... his odds of winning were infinitely close to zero.

"I'm out of here. Better leave this to the League of Heroes' stronger fighters. I'm just an amateur hero."

"Trying to run?"

Deep Sea King flashed behind Spider-Man like a ghost, his massive palm suddenly closing.

He tightly clenched the slender Spider-Man in his hand.

"Insignificant human, I'll crush you like garbage."

Crack—

A grip strength of three thousand tons was enough to crush Spider-Man into pulp. Yet when Deep Sea King opened his hand, all that remained was an empty Spider-Man suit.

Peter Parker had pulled off a cicada shell escape, fleeing for his life wearing only his Spider-Man mask and Spider-Man underwear.

"Another one of those little tricks." Deep Sea King tossed away the suit, his crimson eyes locking onto his target. "You won't be so lucky next time."

Peter Parker was panicking badly right now.

As an amateur hero, he had always longed to become part of the true "League of Heroes."

Peter Parker did not want Aunt May's family to know that he had special abilities, so he had always carefully concealed his identity. Normally, he only wore the Spider-Man suit to do small things, such as helping elderly people cross the street or solving minor problems.

He had only come to join the excitement this time, never expecting the enemy to be far stronger than anticipated, completely beyond his ability to handle.

"Young man, step back. You've done well." A deep, powerful voice suddenly rang out.

Accompanied by the scrape of metal armor, a burly warrior in heavy armor strode forward with a greatsword in hand. It was none other than the League of Heroes' B-Class Hero—[The Might of Demacia], Garen.

"You have the potential to become a B-Class Hero," Garen said, studying the bedraggled Peter. "But you are not this guy's opponent yet. Leave it to a professional hero."

"Another one here to die?" Deep Sea King licked his lips. "But your flesh looks even tastier."

"Come! This will be the most glorious way for you to die!" Garen raised his greatsword in provocation, successfully drawing Deep Sea King's attention.

"Go, Mr. Garen!" Recognizing the hero who often appeared on television, Peter shouted excitedly. As commander of the Demacian Legion, Garen's heroic deeds and steadfast image had earned the admiration of countless people. The young Spider-Man was one of his admirers.

"Charge!" Light flared around Garen, and his speed suddenly increased by 30%. Wielding his greatsword, he charged fearlessly toward Deep Sea King.

"Watch me smash you into a meat patty!" Deep Sea King swung a heavy fist to meet him. This strike carried three thousand tons of force, enough to split mountains apart.

"Watch out!" Peter, watching from the side, hurriedly warned him.

"Demacia!" Garen roared as he ignited his fighting spirit, a golden shield appearing around his body. For the next five minutes, he would gain 60% damage reduction. Even so, he still had to withstand an impact of twelve hundred tons. Yet with a powerful physique comparable to a Demon-level Disaster, magic-resistant heavy armor, and an innate rapid healing ability, Garen fearlessly chose to take the attack head-on!

Boom—

Fierce Battle at Sea

Boom—

The fist carrying overwhelming force slammed heavily into Garen's chest. He spat out a mouthful of blood, yet his grip on the sword hilt remained firm. A cold flash passed, and Deep Sea King's left arm flew away, dark green blood spraying from the severed limb.

"Fight to the death!"

"Bastard! You've enraged me!"

There was no technique to the battle between the two hulking beasts. The dull crashes of fists and swords colliding sounded like war drums. Garen's armor had long since been dented, while Deep Sea King's body was covered in sword wounds, yet he still attacked madly, trading injury for injury.

He spun and slashed! The broad-bladed greatsword whipped up a hurricane, tearing open gashes across Deep Sea King's body. The one-armed Deep Sea King roared as he swung down his fist, each blow cracking the ground. The stench of blood filled the air as both sides relied solely on willpower to force their battered bodies onward.

Judgment!

Garen wiped away the blood blurring his vision—it was warm blood mixed from both himself and his enemy. He suddenly dropped to one knee and drove his greatsword deep into the ground.

"Demacia—shall endure forever!"

Golden light suddenly blazed across the heavens, and a ten-meter sword of light tore through the clouds. Deep Sea King looked up, and the dazzling radiance had already swallowed his twisted face.

The shockwave overturned trucks three blocks away, and glass throughout New York trembled at once.

—Meanwhile, at an Outskirts Ranch—

The rusted iron fence creaked in the violent wind, a starkly ironic contrast to the carnage within the city.

Bang!

The man in black armor crushed his refined steel gauntlet. His red cape snapped behind him as the scar on his face twitched slightly, his single eye staring at the fading golden light on the horizon.

Hand of Noxus released the iron fragments in his palm and grasped the massive battle axe at his side. The axe blade reflected his sharp gaze—the excitement of yearning to fight a powerful opponent.

(He cleaved through enemy lines with his bloodstained battle axe. Whether enemy soldiers or Noxus traitors, none could escape death.

He firmly believed he represented justice. He never hesitated when swinging his axe, nor did he ever show mercy to anyone.

On the battlefield, he was the embodiment of slaughter!

He had fought Demacia's legion commander, Garen, dozens of times, with neither side able to determine a victor.

He had thought that after arriving in this new world, he would never again have the chance to face this old rival.

Unexpectedly, the grudge between Demacia and Noxus would continue.

"Has that guy Garen come too?"

"Big brother!"

A burly man strode into the cabin from outside. His face resembled Darius's, his clothing flamboyant, and he held twin axes in his hands.

It was none other than his younger brother—[Glorious Executioner] Draven!

"What is it?"

"The commander has issued the assembly order. Noxus's campaign to conquer the world is about to begin!"

"War is coming? Good. Garen, I hope you can give me a satisfying fight."

Darius rose and gripped his battle axe, his voice low.

Although Noxus was warlike, it was not reckless. Intelligence was crucial.

After arriving, the legion had not launched an attack immediately. Instead, it had first gathered intelligence about this world.

Now, the intelligence was complete, and the conquest plan had officially begun.

"Where is the first target?"

"A place that appears poor, but actually hides profound secrets."

Draven unfolded a map, his finger stopping in eastern Africa—Wakanda!

League of Heroes Headquarters, Chairman's Office.

Li Chen was playing Chinese chess with Sosuke Aizen.

Although Aizen was a novice, his intelligence was exceptionally high. He quickly grasped the essentials and fought Li Chen to a standstill.

At this rate, surpassing Li Chen would only be a matter of time.

"This power... Garen has defeated Deep Sea King?"

"The battle is over."

Aizen smiled bitterly. His general had been checkmated by Li Chen's "rook."

"There was no need for high-ranking heroes to act. This time, all the heroes should have risen to levels matching their strength."

"With Deep Sea King dealt with, Joan of Arc should be able to easily clean up the remaining small fry."

"Aizen, did you see where Annie went?"

Li Chen looked out the window, his tone calm.

Nearly all B-Class to D-Class heroes from the League of Heroes had mobilized. Only [Dark Child] Annie, who possessed B-Class strength, was nowhere to be seen. Even as the battle neared its end, she had yet to appear.

"'Dark Child'? She is probably there right now."

"Oh? That place?"

Following the direction Sosuke Aizen pointed, Li Chen narrowed his eyes slightly.

177A Bleecker Street, Manhattan, New York—ordinary on the surface, but hiding mysteries beneath.

The New York Sanctum.

"The Ancient One... Aizen, I'll leave what comes next to you."

"You will go there personally?"

"I'll meet this world's peak combatant, and bring back that little troublemaker while I'm at it."

"Please allow this subordinate to accompany you."

"No need. No matter how strong The Ancient One is, she cannot threaten me now." Li Chen smiled faintly. "Besides, there are many matters after the battle that will require your strategy."

"I am honored by your trust."

"..."

Inside the New York Sanctum, space-folding magic concealed the place from outside sight.

The Ancient One set down her teapot, ripples spreading through the air. "We have a visitor."

Before her words had faded, a blue curtain of light tore through the barrier. The moment Li Chen stepped out of the spatial rift, his eyes locked onto the figures seated beside the tea table—

The Ancient One was seated across from a dreamlike young girl.

In the corner, Annie swung her legs, with the little bear in her arms and ancient books piled into a small mountain around her. B-Class strength was merely a starting point for her. Sparks dancing at her fingertips lit up the runes on the pages one by one.

"Master Ancient One's insight truly is remarkable."

"You flatter me, Chairman of the 'League of Heroes.' The energy within you is what is truly awe-inspiring." The Ancient One smiled slightly.

Both could sense the surging power within the other. As the holder who gathered the abilities of all members and automatically raised them by one level, the energy within Li Chen was simply heaven-defying—

It fused Aizen and Ulquiorra's vice-captain-level Reiatsu, Joan of Arc's peak S-Class magic power, Yatogami Tohka's peak S-Class spiritual power, Tatsumaki's vice-captain-level psychic power, and Thor's vice-captain-level divine power.

Five ultimate powers existed perfectly within him. Even without combat techniques, this energy alone was enough to crush the vast majority of opponents in the universe.