Marvel : Strongest Siblings

The clearing darkened as two of the most terrifying Martial Spirits in existence clashed under the rising moon.

Bibi Dong's Death Spider Emperor loomed behind her, eight towering legs stabbing into the cracked ground, exuding poison and malice. Her twin Spirit Marks pulsed with corrosive black-purple light, and her soul power, vast and ancient, rippled like a tidal wave over the battlefield.

Max, however, stood unshaken.

Behind him coiled the Monarch of the Night Dragons, its three serpentine heads howling silently into the void. Time warped, shadows deepened, and reality itself frayed at the edges. His six Spirit Rings shimmered unnaturally—black, red, and purple, defying convention—each one pulsing with overwhelming power that seemed borrowed from the deepest reaches of the cosmos.

Bibi Dong's eyes sharpened. "Even a Spirit Emperor shouldn't stand here against me... much less corner me." But despite the logic in her mind, instinct screamed that this was no ordinary man.

With a snarl, her figure blurred, dozens of poisonous silk threads whipping toward Max like a storm of razors.

Max's eyes gleamed faintly. A subtle gesture of his fingers—the Crown of Space pulsed, and the threads twisted mid-flight, warping harmlessly around him like they struck a phantom.

Bibi Dong didn't relent. Her figure flashed forward, shadow and venom exploding outward as she unleashed her Spirit Skill: Abyssal Fang Prison, conjuring spectral spider limbs that crashed down to pin him.

Max countered instantly. A pulse from his Crown of Death, and the spectral limbs eroded into ash before they could touch him, the air shuddering with the raw authority of mortality.

Bibi Dong landed gracefully, her grin widening despite the sweat forming at her brow. "You're… amusing."

Max chuckled. "I'm not done being amusing yet."

His palm lifted, cosmic light fracturing the air, and in a blink, his Void Fang launched forward—a wolfish, violet maelstrom of devouring energy aimed directly at her core.

Bibi Dong crossed her arms, Spirit Power roaring, spider limbs reinforcing her as the Void Fang detonated against her defenses. Poison mist and spatial ripples clashed violently, shaking the entire clearing.

The earth cratered beneath them.

Seconds stretched into minutes, both moving faster than normal eyes could track. Strikes, counters, illusions, and sheer oppressive energy filled the battlefield. The poisonous fog distorted space. The crowns of the Night Dragon warped time and death itself.

Even Bibi Dong, a Level 99 Ultimate Douluo, was struggling to suppress her opponent. Her eyes narrowed, lips curling in reluctant admiration.

He's not just fighting me—he's weaving his Spirit Power, Domain authority, and that… unnatural mastery of time and space… like a god-in-training.

But pride burned bright. She refused to lose easily.

"Death God's Embrace!"

A titanic, spectral spider descended, fangs dripping with corrosive black venom, its form layered with spiritual poison that would even rot a Spirit Bone.

Max's voice was low and cold. "Fifth Skill — Eventide Dominion."

Suddenly, a suffocating veil of twilight cloaked the area. The sun dimmed, the stars vanished. Shadows consumed the spider whole. The colossal Death Spider struggled against the creeping nothingness before it shattered like glass under cosmic pressure.

Before Bibi Dong could react, Max was there, palm pressed to her shoulder again—but this time, his power flared, sending ripples of force that forced her to stagger back, knees buckling momentarily.

The ground cracked beneath her.

A faint trickle of blood ran from her lip, her spider limbs recoiling, hair disheveled, silk robes torn in several places. Small, precise bruises blossomed on her arms and sides, evidence of controlled strikes that slipped through her defenses.

Meanwhile, Max stood untouched. His expression casual, his breathing steady.

Bibi Dong's pride bristled, but reason whispered to her—she couldn't win this.

Not without risking everything.

She straightened, wiping the blood from her mouth, her grin sharp despite her battered appearance. "You're dangerous," she admitted. "Too dangerous for your current rank."

Her eyes narrowed thoughtfully as her Spirit Phantom faded. "Those Crowns… that Martial Spirit… your understanding of Space, Death, and Time…"

A pause. Then the question came, heavy and quiet.

"…Are you… an inheritor? A chosen of one of the gods?"

Max's lips curved slightly.

"Gods… they are weaker than me," Max said flatly, his hand lifting Bibi Dong's chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.

Bibi Dong wanted to refute him—wanted to deny the ridiculous arrogance—but when her gaze locked with his, the words died in her throat.

What she felt… it wasn't empty bravado.

It wasn't pride.

It was truth.

The oppressive, suffocating pressure that radiated from Max wasn't something even the so-called gods she revered—those beyond mortal comprehension—could match. Not even the lingering blessing of her own Rakshasa God compared to the quiet, cosmic dread that seemed stitched into his very presence.

"Who… are you?" she whispered, her voice hoarse, stripped of all arrogance.

Max's lips curled faintly as he held her gaze, unblinking.

"I won. And my condition…" His thumb traced the edge of her jaw with unnerving gentleness. "Is simple. You belong to me now."

Bibi Dong stiffened, her mind racing—but before she could protest, a ripple of something ancient stirred in the depths of her soul.

And then—she felt it.

The dormant mark of the Rakshasa God, sealed deep within her spirit, shuddered. Her pupils dilated as she sensed something reaching past her defenses—past her divine blessing—clutching the source of her connection to her patron deity… and snapping it like thread.

A sharp pain lanced through her skull as the Rakshasa God's divine consciousness recoiled violently, torn away from her core by an unseen force. Her god—her so-called divine protector—was banished from her spirit, like a trespasser forcefully ejected from their own home.

"You…" Her voice trembled with disbelief. "What… did you do?"

Max leaned in closer, his eyes glowing faintly with cosmic light, like collapsing stars.

"I showed your god its place," Max said coldly.

His fingers gently tilted Bibi Dong's chin upward again, his voice dropping into something filled with authority.

"You are mine now. No one—not the Rakshasa God, not fate, not even your own fears—can influence or control you anymore."

Before she could speak, Max leaned in, capturing her lips in a sudden, dominating kiss.

Bibi Dong's eyes widened in shock, her mind reeling. She wanted to resist—tried to pretend resistance—but her body betrayed her, frozen in place, her heartbeat loud in her ears. The kiss wasn't violent or cruel… but it was possessive, absolute, and left no room for denial.

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