Chapter 348: The Heir Family

"Yo! There's still this pig here!"

Just as Chapter Parker had just introduced himself and had not yet gotten to the main point, Spider-Pig jumped up, looking like a monkey, and began mocking Spider-Pork.

Angered by these remarks, Spider-Pork retorted furiously, "What did you say, you stinky monkey!"

The monkey laughed even harder: "Fool! Didn't you see that you're a talking pig!"

Infuriated, Spider-Pork shouted back, "You plague-ridden stinky monkey, wanna fight?"

...

Unperturbed by the bystanders, the pig and monkey began to argue noisily, completely shattering the previously serious atmosphere.

Seeing the farcical scene before him, Clark knew that if he did not intervene, these two would likely continue indefinitely. Seeing that the other Spider-Men seemed powerless to stop the bickering between these two of their kind, Clark reluctantly unleashed his divine power, completely sealing off the space they occupied.

Instantly, the two who were quarreling fiercely seemed as if an invisible force had clamped their throats shut, leaving them unable to utter another word.

Clark then spoke, "I think it's better if you just get to the point. This kind of nonsense is something you should apologize for to all the beings of the multiverse!"

"Let me do the talking." Chapter Parker also felt deeply helpless about his teammate's unreliability, but before he could elaborate, Clark's expression suddenly changed, and he waved his hand to stop him: "No need to say more, the trouble you brought has already arrived at our doorstep. Let's resolve this immediate problem first."

With that, Clark's form surged with spatial energy, and he was already above New York City. Before him stood a large, bearded old vampire in a thick European gown, his imposing figure standing in the void like the final boss of a fighting game. His mere presence exuded an immense pressure.

The moment Clark saw this old vampire, he frowned. He sensed a multiverse-level energy fluctuation from the figure!

Not quite!

Upon closer examination, Clark immediately dismissed his initial speculation.

The figure did not possess multiverse-level power; his true strength was merely close to that of a Sky Father, and possibly even less. The apparent sense of touching the ceiling of this universe was likely due to temporary enhancement of his powers by other means.

Regardless, this individual was indeed a formidable single-universe pinnacle fighter!

Is this the real strength of the Heir family?

Interesting!

The old vampire, noticing Clark, smirked with disdain, "I'm here for those little bugs. Step aside if you don't want to die."

Hearing the condescending tone, Clark just laughed.

How long had it been since someone spoke to him like that?

It had been so long that Clark could barely remember. As his power continued to rise, not even Thanos, Odin, Dormammu, or even the Court of Life dared to command him!

After observing the arrogant figure before him for a moment, Clark finally spoke: "Who is this madman who dares to utter such folly?"

"Ha ha ha…" The old vampire laughed heartily, then arrogantly declared, "Listen well. I am the father of the heirs, the patriarch of the Heir family, the strongest heir, Zorlus!"

"Zorlus?" Clark shook his head lightly, "I thought you were Beerus with how grand you act. Turns out you're just a nobody; I've never even heard of you."

Zorlus's expression grew cold as he glanced dismissively at Clark, "Ignorant boy, I see your strength is not bad. Who are you?"

"I am…"

Clark drew out his voice, and just as the other expected a proper introduction, Clark unexpectedly punched out without warning. Before the opponent could react, Clark's fist had already struck his chest.

"Boom!"

The power of a single punch unleashed a terrifying shockwave visible to the naked eye, sweeping away even the sparse clouds in the sky.

Zorlus, who had taken the full brunt of Clark's astounding punch, was sent flying backward at speeds surpassing the speed of sound, nearly reaching the speed of light. The friction with the air caused by his rapid retreat ignited into a massive fireball, engulfing his entire vampire form as if it were a comet traveling backward, directly exiting the atmosphere.

Having struck a successful blow, Clark did not pause; his form accelerated as he chased after his opponent.

He knew that the punch alone was not enough to kill Zorlus, nor even to seriously injure him. The surprise attack was merely to eject his opponent from Earth, creating a safer battleground for a full-fledged battle.

The Spider-Men, who had just emerged from the Avengers Tower, only managed to see two streaks of light vanish into the sky before losing sight of anything else.

Watching the two streaks disappear into the heavens,

 Chapter Parker couldn't help but marvel silently to Gwen, "Your friend seems very powerful."

Gwen smiled matter-of-factly, "Of course."

The other Spider-Men nodded silently, agreeing, yet they couldn't help but harbor some hope. Perhaps with Gwen's formidable friend intervening, the battle might not be as difficult as they had anticipated?

Seeming to sense their thoughts, a prime Spider-Man, Peter Parker from Earth-616, cautioned, "You better not have too high expectations for Gwen's friend. From what I've gathered, this crisis is a destined battle between us Spider-Men with the Spider Totem and the Heirs. We can only rely on ourselves."

This Spider-Man had twice defeated the Heirs' Molun. Unlike Gwen, who relied on Clark's divine power, or young Peter relying on Iron Man's assistance, he had overcome the formidable foes from the Heir family through his own strength alone. Therefore, among the many Spider-Men, he had the deepest understanding of the Heir family and knew many secrets unknown to others.

Hearing his words, the others fell silent, evidently agreeing. However, they couldn't entirely dismiss their anticipation for such an immeasurable ally as Clark.

Everything would have to wait until the battle between Clark and the powerful heir concluded. Then they would see what else he had to say.

...

In space, Clark and the Heirs' ancestor Zorlus were locked in fierce combat.

The two mighty fighters initially exchanged blows, and when that proved unsatisfying, they escalated to clashing with their divine powers, battling from within the Solar System to beyond, seemingly determined to fight their way out of the Milky Way.

As the battle raged, Clark gradually uncovered the secret of the old heir's strength.

His energy was highly erratic and corruptive; the purer the energy, the more troublesome it became when encountering such power. He seemed to have absorbed the powers of various Spider-Men across different universes, combining them with other methods to artificially boost his own sub-Sky Father level power to the pinnacle of single-universe level, even approaching multiverse level.

Normal single-universe level fighters would indeed have a hard time against him.

Clark's own power was also mixed, but the triad of Infinity Stones' rule powers complemented each other and were quite exclusionary, shielding him from the opponent's corruptive attacks.

Moreover, because Zorlus's powers were so mixed and clumsy in use, it felt like a child wielding a machine gun. Although the bullets fired could still kill, compared to a true battle-hardened warrior, it was a completely different concept.

His true combat ability, not even comparable to the multiverse-level Dormammu, and even slightly inferior to the single-universe level Ego. The only trouble was that this fellow's vitality was extremely tenacious, making him difficult to kill quickly, even for Clark.

Unless…

Thinking this, Clark casually snapped his fingers, igniting a surge of combativeness.

"Laugh at my wasted scheming for that beautiful mirage, fear that luck will quickly fade, infatuated by greed, hate, joy, and anger…"

With the battle song rising, Clark seemed possessed by the god of war. His strength, speed, and even the power of his divine force instantly escalated to a new level!

Zorlus, who had managed to hold his own until now, suddenly lost all ability to resist under Clark's explosive power, and was quickly overwhelmed and obliterated by the relentless assault.

Receiving +99999 impression points from Zorlus!

As Clark watched the direction in which Zorlus disappeared, he finally spoke calmly, "I am the guardian of Midgard, Asgard, and the Nine Realms... (200 words omitted), Quantum Born—Clark!"

Well, although the opponent was already dead, he had still answered the question posed before his demise, which was quite polite.

Perfect!

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