Ultraman Noah from Marvel

64.2 Heroes vs. Demons

"It's you!"

Spider-Man couldn't believe that the monster that attacked him last time was still alive.

He clearly saw with his own eyes that he was shot to ashes by Ultraman.

Molen licked his lips and casually snapped the metal cane in his hand in two. "Peter, we meet again. Do you have the mysterious giant's help this time?"

The energy reactions within a radius of 100 kilometers were all marked on his instruments, and this time there would definitely be no interference from that mysterious giant.

Molen greedily sniffed the air: "Hmm~ Even the stench of the garbage dump can't mask your fragrance, Peter. Are you ready to become my food?"

Spider-Man shuddered at the sight of Moron's grotesque expression; it was utterly disgusting.

He roared, "Monster, I'm not afraid of you anymore!"

The explosive power within his body gave Spider-Man enough confidence to defeat the monster.

"Oh, really?" Morlen stuck out his scarlet tongue. "Then we can give it a try."

He appeared before Spider-Man as if by teleportation, his black fingernails reflecting a cold light, and with a swift movement of his arm, a piercing shriek rose from his lips.

Spider-Man leaped upwards, scaling the wall to dodge the attack. Cold sweat seeped from his suit; he hadn't even sensed the attack.

Is the spider-sensor malfunctioning?

"Very good, Peter, your growth has exceeded my expectations. You are different from other Spider-Men; they prefer to rely on their spider-sense." Morgen revealed a terrifying smile. He loved prey struggling in this way; the taste of fear was intoxicating.

"Other Spider-Men? What do you mean?" Spider-Man asked instinctively.

"The other Spider-Men are..."

Before Morren could answer, Spider-Man suddenly exerted force with both legs, causing cracks to appear in the wall.

A powerful punch came down from above; it was a full-force strike.

boom!

Molen couldn't dodge in time and took the punch squarely to the chest.

Crimson blood rained down in the sewer. A punch had punched a hole through his chest, but almost the instant the wound formed, tender pink buds of flesh sprouted from the edges, weaving and filling the horrifying opening, making it look extremely disgusting and terrifying.

Molen's face twisted in pain, but his gaze was fixed on Daredevil beside him: "Very good, Peter, you've learned to use tactics so quickly. Looks like you have a good teacher."

Spider-Man wouldn't pay him any attention. Daredevil's tactic of striking while the iron was hot was activated!

Ignoring the filth, he grabbed a handful of trash from the ground and threw it directly at Morren's wound.

Molen was completely stunned. He had never encountered such a shameless Spider-Man before, so much so that he didn't react for a moment, and the pungent garbage and his body became indistinguishable.

"Spider-Man!" he roared as he charged toward Spider-Man.

Daredevil stood aside, sensing the battle between the monster and Spider-Man.

He thought to himself, "Although Peter is a bit reckless and inexperienced, he remembers the tactics and fighting skills I taught him very well. But it seems like the two of us can't beat him."

In his radar-sensing field of vision, the monster was flashing a deep red light, while Peter was a faint red light.

This is the capability of radar sensing after its evolution, which can conduct a comprehensive threat assessment of the sensed presence in terms of strength, reaction speed, agility, and other aspects.

The darker the color, the higher the threat level. This monster's deep red is the second most threatening one Daredevil has ever seen, second only to Steve's black, which is considered unstoppable.

So he called for backup, sending a signal through his communicator, and soon Steve would be located and come over.

Now, all we need to do is hold off this monster.

Daredevil swung his twin batons and flashed into the fray.

Spider-Man was having a hard time dealing with the monster. He could sense that the monster was weaker than him, but it was too experienced in combat, and almost all of his moves were being read.

Most importantly, spider senses are useless against this monster, as if it is born able to block spider senses.

Tear~

Spider-Man didn't react in time; his suit on his arm was torn, along with a piece of flesh.

"Ugh!"

The excruciating pain made him gasp, followed by a feeling of extreme weakness.

"What have you done?"

Peter looked at his arm in horror; the flesh there had turned grayish-white, as if it had lost its vitality.

Molun held the piece of flesh in his hand, and a bright light emanated from it, merging into his body. He grinned, revealing an expression of extreme enjoyment.

"Peter, this is your destiny, to be..."

boom!

Before Moron could finish speaking, a heavy alloy short rod struck him on the head.

With tremendous force, the blow crushed his head, causing dark red blood to gush out and the stick to bend.

This mere fatal wound meant nothing to him, but he hated being interrupted when he was speaking.

His head was twisted 180 degrees, his face, bleeding from all seven orifices, stared intently at Daredevil: "A fighting expert? Very well, let me handle this..."

boom! boom! boom!

Daredevil is as fast as lightning, striking with three clubs in an instant: two to gouge out eyes and one to slap mouth.

The monster was very strong, so he had to resort to sneak attacks.

Even with Molun's powerful vitality, he was still a bit stunned by those three blows. He wouldn't die, but it hurt.

His eyeballs quickly grew back from his flesh, and his mouth was also rapidly recovering.

The next moment he suddenly felt something being stuffed into his mouth.

puff~

A burst of air exploded in his mouth, and Moron immediately felt dizzy and fell backward into the overflowing filth from the garbage heap.

This is a super dizziness spray; Daredevil shoved the entire bottle into Moron's mouth.

"Spider-Man, are you alright?"

"I...I feel very uncomfortable." Spider-Man's voice trembled slightly as he felt a portion of his power draining away.

Daredevil looked at the spot where he was injured. The flesh had completely dried up, and when he touched it lightly, it immediately fell off with a rustling sound and turned into dust on the ground.

"Is this the monster that attacked you a long time ago?" Daredevil asked.

Spider-Man said weakly, "Yeah, when I saw him get beaten up by Ultraman, I always thought he was a vampire. Now he's actually come back to life."

Daredevil nodded, his expression somewhat solemn. The resurrection was still too eerie. He slowly stepped forward, drew his short sword, and fiercely slashed at Moron's head.

Boom!

Before the blade even touched Daredevil, a powerful energy surge erupted from his body, shoving Daredevil away and sending him crashing headfirst into the already weakened Spider-Man.

Spider-Man was left dizzy from being hit.

"Ugh... What... what happened?"

"Spider-Man, we're in big trouble." Daredevil looked over.

Molen had somehow gotten up, inhaled a deep breath of the anesthetic gas filling his mouth, and grinned, "I will... tear you... to shreds and chew you up, piece by piece!"