Even the Inheritor, Brix, looked at Peter's pathetic performance with a face full of disdain:
"Of all the Spider-n I've encountered across every Universe, you truly have the worst ntal fortitude. You've actually made lose interest in hearing your wails while I dine!"
"So, let give you, you coward, a quick end!"
Saying that, Brix raised the dinner knife in his hand, intending to slaughter this Little Spider who looked like he was about to wet his pants from fear.
Seeing this, Peter couldn't help but raise both hands to shield himself, closing his eyes tightly.
Puchi——
Accompanied by the sound of a sharp blade entering flesh, blood instantly sprayed several ters away!
But when Peter felt the cold blood splattered on his face, he realized that it didn't seem to be his own, and he wasn't the one who had been stabbed!
Instead...
"Ugh, ah!!!"
Another sound effect of soone being hit.
Brix looked down in disbelief at the two blade tips protruding from both sides of his chest. He turned his head with difficulty and saw a guy wearing a red hood!
"Hehe, white blades go in, green blades co out—I'm stabbing your gall bladder!"
Hearing this trash talk, Brix's first reaction was that he was being attacked by a Spider-Man from another Universe.
After all, besides a Spider-Man, who else would wear such a flashy red hood and say such flashy things?
But imdiately, Brix dismissed his own suspicion because he didn't sll even a hint of Spider-Man's unique scent on the newcor.
You should know that their Inheritor clan can accurately capture the scent of every Spider-Man; it's impossible to be wrong!
Now it was Brix's turn to question the newcor: "Who the hell are you, and why have you co to disturb my good business?!"
The mysterious red-hooded figure behind him didn't answer Brix first. Instead, he exerted force with both arms, using the dual blades stuck in Brix to lift his entire body into the air.
Then he looked toward the empty air beside him. His expression was as if he had heard a massive joke, and he muttered to the air:
"OMG, readers, did you hear that? This idiot actually said he doesn't know Yours Truly. Doesn't he know that Yours Truly is the Marvel Savior who jumped ship from Fox to Marvel and saved the Marvel brand that was played out by that old woman?!"
"Co on, friends, you tell this idiot what Yours Truly's na is!"
"Yes, that's right, Yours Truly is... Deadpool!"
Sshhh——
As Deadpool announced his na in his monologue, he gave his dual blades a vicious twist inside Brix's body. Turning the blades upward, he exerted force in an upward swing, slicing the blades straight from both sides of Brix's chest up to his shoulders!
Such a terrifying injury, where the upper body was almost vertically sliced into three sections, would cause most people—even those with superpowers—to die instantly!
But Brix was different. Although he scread repeatedly due to the severe injury, he didn't die. Instead, he quite spiritedly hurled a stream of insults and threats at Deadpool!
Saying things like once he recovered, he would definitely cut Deadpool into a thousand pieces, slicing Deadpool's at into thin layers to plate them, and so on.
Facing such threats, the naive Peter of this Universe might have been frightened, but for Deadpool... Tsk tsk, little brother, this level of aggression is practically zero!
Forget making Deadpool feel fear; it actually made Deadpool excited instead!
Deadpool simply stabbed his dual blades into the ground and pulled out a bottle containing Itching Powder from who-knows-where. While opening the bottle and pouring the unknown powder onto his hands, he said leisurely to Brix:
"Your Uncle Deadpool really likes your backbone, but your Uncle Deadpool really doesn't like your tone, so your Uncle Deadpool plans to give you a little punishnt!"
"Before I ca, my boss with the hemorrhoids who can't get off the toilet once said that you Inheritors have the sa high-speed regeneration as I do, as well as the ability to be resurrected via cloning technology even if killed. These two points are quite good, giving you survival capabilities even stronger than and Little Wolfie..."
"But... hehe, my boss also said that your clones' consciousness is connected to the original body. In other words, whatever I do to this clone, the sensation can be fed back to your main body, right?"
Hearing Deadpool speak so familiarly about the Inheritors' abilities, Brix, who had looked fearless just a mont ago, was now truly panicked.
Moreover, he discovered with horror that this body's high-speed regeneration ability was actually not working!
The shoulders that had just been torn open by Deadpool's dual blades still showed no sign of healing!
"What the hell is going on?!" Brix slumped onto the ground, retreating in fear as he shouted, "What did you bastard do to ? Why isn't my healing ability working?!"
By now, Deadpool's hands were covered in Itching Powder. He walked toward Brix, rubbing his hands together and laughing like an evil villain:
"Jie jie jie, do you like the specialty I brought you from another Universe?"
"My dual blades are made of Carbonadium, specifically designed to counter self-healing factors. Never mind a little bat like you, even that Old Wolf with eight-pack abs can't take it!"
"But what you should be worried about now isn't my blades; they can only bring you a bit of physical pain at most. What you should really care about is what's in my hands!"
"It won't just make you physically miserable; it'll make you psychologically miserable beyond belief, making you wish you were dead, ga ga ga!"
Amidst Deadpool's low, evil laughter, Brix's expression beca even more terrified. But having lost his arms, let alone resisting, he couldn't even activate his traversal device to escape!
He could only struggle desperately on the ground, kicking his legs to prevent Deadpool's wandering hands from touching him!
Seeing this, Deadpool looked toward Peter, who was already dazed, and complained: "Hey, my dear Little Buggy, are you just going to watch? Hurry up and co help hold down this struggling idiot!"
Just after shouting at Peter, Deadpool imdiately changed his face, turning his head to whisper to the air again: "What? You don't know . Then you are not a marvel fan. Just should just die under so rock!"
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