Peter's Grit had been charging from the very beginning of the battle.
Having been beaten by Solus for so long, his Grit had already been filled during that process.
He had been holding back, waiting for a chance for a one-hit kill.
Now, the time had come.
Peter took a deep breath.
He slowly pulled back his right fist, and his entire aura underwent an earth-shattering change at that moment.
As Peter made this decision, everyone outside the protective barrier felt an involuntary palpitation.
They instinctively looked at Peter, seeing his right fist slowly tightening.
At the same time, his body began a massive rotation backward.
It was a spiral charge, from the soles of his feet to his waist and hips, and finally to his shoulders.
His body was like a taut bow ready to be released, charging madly; with every degree of rotation, the accumulated power increased tenfold.
Golden Grit surged onto his fist first.
That golden light, representing battle intent and fury, burned between his knuckles.
Next came the Cosmic Energy.
The star trails converged from his entire body onto his right arm.
Then came the Armament Haki.
His entire right arm was instantly dyed with a pitch-black metallic texture.
Finally, the divine inscriptions.
Ancient runes of the Aesir appeared on his fist, intertwining with the previous three powers.
Four distinct energies were wildly stacking, colliding, and merging on his right fist.
With every bit of fusion, the color of the light on Peter's fist changed.
Gold.
Black.
Starry blue.
Finally... it settled into an eerie purple-gold.
Within this purple-gold light, a massive phantom of a Wolverine head slowly coalesced.
That head was several times larger than the colossus Peter had manifested when fighting Laufey; purple-gold energy flowed between its bared fangs, its eyes wide open, radiating World-ending ferocity.
The ground was trembling.
The air was distorting.
The ruins of Hells Kitchen were constantly disintegrating during this process.
Outside the barrier, everyone felt a pressure from the depths of their souls; ordinary street-level heroes like Daredevil and Iron Fist even involuntarily fell to their knees with a thud.
"This power..."
Daredevil couldn't help but mutter, his voice extremely hoarse.
In his sensory World, inside that telekinetic barrier, it was as if a demon from hell had opened its eyes.
Beside him, Captain America also wore a grave expression.
He had fought wars his whole life, from World War II to the modern era, and had seen countless grand scenes. But he swore he had never felt such immense, such pure destructive power.
Even the mere shockwaves leaking from this power gave him the illusion that he was standing at the Impact point of a nuclear bomb.
Solus on the ground also felt that World-destroying power.
His pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpricks.
Fear.
True, deep-seated fear from his marrow and soul.
Having lived for thousands of years and hunted countless spider totems, for the first time, he felt the breath of death so clearly looming over his head.
"No... impossible..."
He tried desperately to get up, to run, to mobilize Cosmic Energy for defense.
But he couldn't move.
The gravitational turbulence of the Rasengan had pinned him firmly in place.
The more he tried to move, the more chaotic the Cosmic Energy within him became.
The more chaotic it was, the less likely he was to crawl up from the ground.
And Peter's right fist had already been fully charged in those few moments.
No nonsense.
No extra taunts.
Just a step forward, followed by a punch crashing down.
Boom!
The heavens and earth lost their color in that instant.
Even sound seemed to have completely vanished.
When destructive power reaches a certain critical point, even sound waves cannot propagate.
Because the air was completely compressed out of existence, the medium for transmitting sound no longer existed.
The purple-gold Wolverine head phantom, carrying the fourfold energy, swallowed Solus's entire body head-on.
Solus let out his final scream:
"Wryyyyy~~~!!!"
That sound was unlike anything a human or creature could make; sharp, shrill, and distorted, like thousands of fingernails scratching against glass simultaneously.
His Cosmic Energy protective shield lasted less than 0.3 seconds under the purple-gold light before collapsing.
Immediately after was his proud Vampire body.
That body, which had survived for thousands of years and undergone countless transformations and enhancements, disintegrated layer by layer under the combined bombardment of the four energies—from outside to inside, from skin to bone, from bone to cell.
There was no flying flesh.
No severed limbs.
It simply... turned into nothingness.
The purple-gold light swallowed everything.
Solus's body began to dissolve from his feet, like an old photograph licked by flames; the edges curled and charred, then turned to ash and drifted away.
His face was the last thing to disappear.
At the final moment of his life, Peter's figure was reflected in Solus's scarlet eyes.
Unwillingness.
Fear.
And a trace of deep-seated confusion.
He never managed to understand—how a "the other," an anomaly not recognized by the Web of Life and Destiny, could possess such power.
He would never have the chance to figure it out.
The purple-gold light completely swallowed his body.
Solus—the leader of The Inheritors, the hunter spanning the multiverse, the ancient Vampire who had lived for thousands of years—was completely obliterated.
But the power of this punch was far from over.
The energy barrier maintained by Good Peter was like a thin sheet of paper before the purple-gold shockwave.
Crack!
The barrier shattered.
Energy fragments splattered, turning into specks of starlight that dissipated into the air.
And that purple-gold shockwave, after piercing through the barrier, still did not stop.
It continued west along the streets of Hells Kitchen, cutting straight toward the Hudson River in the rear with an unstoppable momentum.
The river surface was torn open.
Not by raising huge waves, not by splashing water—but by being forcibly split down the middle!
A fissure over a hundred meters wide appeared in the very center of the Hudson River.
The river water on both sides surged and receded like the Red Sea parted by Moses, revealing the moss-covered riverbed.
This river, over 507 kilometers long, was given a middle part by Peter with a single Haymaker.
Residents far away in New Jersey stared dumbfounded at the river water parting before their eyes, forgetting even to scream for a moment.
The state of the river being split lasted for a full minute.
For a full sixty seconds, the middle part of the Hudson River was completely dry.
Not until a minute later did the river water slowly close back up, resuming its flow accompanied by a roar like thunder.
The shockwaves of this punch even caused strong tremors in several states around New York.
But on the battlefield of Hells Kitchen, there was nothing but dead silence.
All the Superheroes were stunned.
The army of Spider-Man from other Universes was also dumbstruck.
The eyes of the four women—Gwen, Felicia, Sif, and Natasha—shimmered with brilliant light as they looked at Peter.
Everyone stared unblinkingly at Peter, who was floating in mid-air with the star trails on his body slowly fading, collectively falling into a state of awe bordering on religious fervor.