Chapter 184: Villain Terminator, Iron Spider-Man
Zzzzt—!
Hot, metallic-smelling blood sprayed out like a rainstorm. The Prowler, caught off guard while floating midair, was drenched from head to toe in crimson.
A massive horned head crashed heavily onto the ground, shaking the cavern with a thunderous boom!
The Prowler froze, his vision filled with red through the blood-smeared visor. The gigantic green monster—larger than a hill, with wings that could fly, devastating strength, sharp armored scales, and monstrous regeneration—lay decapitated. The neck wound was so clean it looked as though it had been carved through by a blade ten meters long.
Though he hated to admit it, the Prowler knew: among their team of five supervillains, the Green Goblin had always been the strongest.
For ten years, the Goblin had been fighting Spider-Man. A veteran, unkillable monster of the villain world.
And now, this towering legend—an existence even Spider-Man couldn't finish off—was dead.
Killed by a mysterious boy, not even a hero. Killed cleanly, simply, as though he never had a chance to resist.
The Prowler stared at Xi Nian in shock. The boy casually unwound the bloodstained webs from his waist, his stealth suit barely torn at the sides, completely unharmed. For the first time in his bloody life, the Prowler felt his body tremble with fear. Not even Spider-Man had ever made him feel this way.
This was Xi Nian.
He never saw himself as a hero, nor a villain. He was someone who lived by his own principles and bottom line, who acted purely on personal judgment and preference.
Right now, Spider-Man was a friend—Gwen's cousin in this parallel world, and someone who had even helped Xi Nian find his way home. Naturally, Xi Nian would stand by his side.
Besides, the ones standing opposite were murderous supervillains.
Xi Nian felt no hesitation.
Once he acted, there would be no mercy. Kill or be killed. These villains weren't holding back against him, why should he?
Don't talk to him about justice or morality. He didn't care.
He had never cared about whether his actions were righteous—only whether the outcome was what he wanted.
Of course, if his opponents weren't villains, he might show mercy… so long as they couldn't threaten him later. Otherwise—killing was cleaner.
Why sympathize with supervillains when no one sympathized with their countless innocent victims?
…
Xi Nian cast one glance at the tunnel exit, then fired a strand of web and swung toward it.
At the tunnel mouth—
Spider-Man was cradling an unconscious, badly wounded boy in one arm, forced into a corner as Kingpin and Scorpion attacked from both sides.
Xi Nian swung overhead, rainbow light pulsing across his body. His figure flickered, phasing in and out of reality like skipped film frames, as if he could vanish at any moment.
His mask had been shredded away, revealing his black hair and clear features. His brown eyes shimmered with multicolored light, carrying a surreal aura that did not belong to this world.
Ten seconds.
Xi Nian felt it. The countdown in his bones.
Only ten seconds left before he was pulled back to his own world.
No hesitation. He dove straight toward Kingpin.
"Boss, look out! He's coming your way!"
The Prowler shouted in alarm.
"Hm?!"
Kingpin turned. He saw the Goblin's corpse lying in a pool of blood. His pupils shrank in disbelief. Then he saw the boy barreling toward him like a meteor. Instinctively, he raised his massive fists to strike.
"Don't face him head-on!"
The Prowler roared hoarsely. His gauntlets flared, unleashing an energy blast meant not to injure Xi Nian, but to slow him down. He finally understood—this boy wasn't another Spider-Man.
His unbreakable body ignored attacks that would fell any other. His webs weren't like Spider-Man's—they were sharper, deadlier. Treating him as just another wall-crawler would be fatal.
But his warning came too late.
Xi Nian twisted midair, deliberately turning his back to the Prowler's blast. His steel-hard body absorbed the explosion without a scratch, using the shockwave as momentum. His dive only grew faster, turning into a streak of rainbow light aimed at Kingpin.
For the first time, Kingpin felt death looming over him. He crossed his massive arms, bracing himself.
But Xi Nian changed his target at the last instant.
"No—!"
Scorpion's eyes widened. He barely had time to see the boy's foot descending on him like an executioner's blade.
It was too fast. He couldn't dodge.
Boom!
Xi Nian's kick landed square on his chest, driving him into the ground with unstoppable force.
Scorpion was only half machine. His chest was still human flesh.
The ground cracked under the impact, forming a deep pit. His ribcage caved inward with a sickening crunch, his body collapsing like broken metal. Blood poured from his mouth as he fell limp in the crater.
Scorpion was dead.
Two supervillains had died in less than a minute.
Kingpin staggered back, sucking in a sharp breath as he stared at the boy standing over Scorpion's corpse. This wasn't Spider-Man.
Spider-Man always held back. But this boy—he killed them like pests. Like swatting flies.
Cold dread surged through Kingpin's heart. He turned to retreat—
But white webbing shot out, wrapping around him. The thin, razor-sharp strands cut through his tailored suit, biting into his skin and drawing blood.
"You can die too."
Xi Nian's eyes locked onto him, as though he were already a corpse.
There would be no mercy.
Spider-Man's intel had already revealed Kingpin's truth: his family hadn't been killed in an accident. He had killed them himself. And now, he sought to steal replacements from other universes.
"You… don't come any closer…"
For the first time, Wilson Fisk—the Kingpin—felt true fear.
Facing the Iron Spider, Xi Nian, he trembled.
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