#677 - Stubborn Mark Padrick would never tell even if beaten to death!

Chapter 674: Stubborn Mark Grayson, He Would Rather Die Than Say It!

"Dad...? !"

Mark raised his head, his blurred vision looking in the direction Peter was coming from.

But he realized it was just his hallucination.

His father wasn't walking towards him; only the salty sea breeze caressed him.

"No, I can't... I can't fall here."

Mark staggered to his feet, his mouth full of blood.

Seeing Mark still able to stand, Anissa was slightly surprised.

Having suffered such serious injuries, he could still stand?

With a "thud," Anissa, who had flown over in an instant, launched an attack on Mark.

"Phantom Zone Projector!"

Reacting, Mark raised his staff, a beam of magical energy striking towards Anissa.

Anissa moved faster, hitting Mark's abdomen, sending him flying several meters away, crashing heavily onto the soft, wet sand.

The sea mercilessly battered Mark, repeatedly washing over his body.

Anissa walked up to him, raising her foot clad in a metal combat boot, and stepped on Mark's chest.

Mark gritted his teeth, desperately trying to resist, but no matter how he struggled, he couldn't break free from Anissa's stomp.

With a "thud," Anissa struck Mark's chest again, sending him crashing into the sea.

A deafening sound rang out as Mark's body slammed into the water, splashing up a huge wave.

Lying on the seabed, Mark, soaked in seawater, felt an uncontrollable, intense pain all over his body.

His consciousness began to gradually blur.

In a daze, memories of his time with his father flooded back.

He heard a familiar sound mixed in with the chaotic and noisy sounds of the seabed—it was the blues melody his father hummed when repairing cars.

"No, Dad, I can't fall now. I promised you..."

Opening his eyes, Mark suddenly felt filled with power, the previous exhaustion swept away.

He remembered this feeling.

Back in the Marvel Universe, to defeat Thanos, his dad used the Time Stone to pull him into the future timeline.

The grown-up youth, he possessed immense power and defeated Thanos alongside Clark.

Mark, on the seabed, looked at his hands in disbelief.

He actually possessed the power from that time?!

Above the sky, Anissa was staring at the sea surface.

With a "boom," the next second, Mark suddenly burst out of the water.

Amidst the sky-high waves, Mark rushed towards Anissa, fist raised.

Anissa's eyes narrowed, not expecting Mark to suddenly awaken his power.

"Haaah!"

Mark, flying over at high speed, roared and gave Anissa a punch.

With a loud "thud," Anissa, whose chin was struck by Mark's heavy punch, tumbled backward through the air.

Pressing the attack, Mark's fists struck towards the opponent like lightning.

Stabilizing herself in the air, Anissa dodged Mark's punches in succession, finally grabbing Mark's fist with one hand.

"Truly astonishing! You've actually awakened your power, another parallel world's Mark. Very well, you possess extraordinary warrior talent. As long as you break away from your father's control, join us, and properly receive our education, you can obtain supreme honor."

Faced with the opponent's persuasion to surrender, Mark replied impolitely: "I've never been a good student! I belong to the Grayson Farm, and my education belongs to Hogwarts!"

Breaking free from Anissa's control, Mark gritted his teeth and threw a punch at her.

As a result, he was hit in the chest by Anissa and fell heavily towards the sea.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Mark skipped across the sea surface like a skipping stone, then bounced up and fell heavily, finally crashing into the cruise ship on the beach with a "boom."

The rescued passengers of the cruise ship, seeing Mark smashed into the cruise ship, making a deafening sound, with countless shards of glass bursting out, were immediately stunned.

Inside the cruise ship, Mark staggered to his feet, his body aching all over.

With a loud "boom," Anissa flew into the ship.

A fist like lightning struck down with the sound of tearing through the air.

Mark barely tilted his head to dodge, the fist grazing his cheek and punching a deep hole in the cabin wall.

"Is that all you've got? Mark."

The Anissa warrior sneered and kicked towards Mark's abdomen.

Mark crossed his arms to block, but was still kicked several meters away, plowing a deep groove in the cruise ship floor.

He felt his arms go numb, his chest heaving violently.

Although he had awakened the superpowers belonging to the Viltrumites, he was now like an ordinary person facing a ferocious beast.

Anissa didn't give him a chance to breathe, charging forward in a lunge, fists falling like lightning.

Mark dodged a few punches, but a heavy blow still hit his ribs.

With a muffled "thump," the intense pain made his vision go black.

Gritting his teeth, enduring the pain, Mark reached forward and grabbed Anissa's hands.

Anissa exerted force suddenly, twisting Mark's arm behind his back.

In pain, Mark elbowed Anissa's temple with his other hand.

Anissa ducked her head to dodge, and with the momentum, performed a shoulder throw, slamming Mark heavily onto the floor.

"It's obvious that you're no match for me now. As long as you agree to my conditions, break away from your father, and enter the Viltrumite Empire, becoming a part of the Empire..."

Anissa said to him coldly: "This is your only choice."

Mark, lying on the ground, stood up again like an unkillable cockroach.

His face covered in blood, his head was dizzy, and he could barely stand.

At the Global Defense Initiative base, Director Cecil, Loki, Jinx and Vi, Tom, Eve, and the members of the Global Defense Initiative could no longer bear to watch.

Especially Vi, disregarding Cecil's obstruction, rushed towards Mark's location.

Jinx, worried about Vi's safety, quickly followed.

Tom, watching Mark being beaten with a face full of blood, his always calm expression had a slight change.

Cecil frowned and asked his assistant: "Haven't you contacted Grayson yet?"

The assistant replied to him: "Mr. Grayson said he's already on his way."

Getting this answer, Cecil breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, as long as Peter arrives, things should be resolved smoothly.

Otherwise, he would have to send a carrier battle group over.

Clenching the communicator in his hand, Director Cecil said to Mark: "Mark, listen to me, your father is coming soon, you just need to hold on. Agree to her, just say you will 'break away from your father's control, choose to become a Viltrumite, receive their education, and then take over this planet.' Kid, you can't beat her, trick her into leaving first, and then we'll prepare together to welcome these scumbags."

Listening to Director Cecil's words, Mark wiped the blood flowing from his nose.

His eyes, blurred by the blood, looked at Anissa standing in front of him, arms crossed, coldly watching him.

Everyone in front of the screen was also nervously watching Mark.

"No!"

What surprised everyone was that Mark spat out a word that no one expected.

Director Cecil put down the communicator, staring blankly at this superhero who was not Invincible, but like Invincible, would never compromise and always stick to the beliefs in his heart.

"Kid..."

Director Cecil lowered his head, muttering in a low voice.

Mark struggled to stand up, and after rejecting Director Cecil's suggestion, suddenly threw a punch at Anissa.

After Anissa dodged, a counterattacking fist struck towards Mark.

This punch carried the sound of tearing through the air, hitting Mark's chest squarely.

Mark was hit and sent flying, punched out of the cruise ship, and crashed heavily onto the beach.

Anissa, who flew to the beach, launched her next punch.

But this time, Mark caught it with both hands.

"What?!"

Anissa was surprised to find that her fist could no longer move forward at all.

Taking this opportunity to grab the opponent's wrist, with a turn, Mark's elbow struck Anissa's chest fiercely.

Mark, using all his strength, finally gave the opponent a heavy blow.

Anissa staggered backward in disbelief.

But she quickly stabilized herself, a whip kick sweeping towards Mark's waist.

Mark quickly squatted down, dodging the kick, while his right leg attacked the opponent's lower body.

Anissa jumped up to dodge, and an uppercut struck Mark's chin.

Mark was hit and staggered back a few steps, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and fell backward to the ground with a "plop."

This time, Mark finally didn't have the strength to stand up.

On the beach, the rescued passengers looked at Mark lying on the ground with shock, disbelief, or sadness.

Anissa looked at Mark, breathing slightly heavily.

Her mood was also becoming complicated.

Although as a Viltrumite, it was her responsibility to deal with Mark.

But watching the opponent fall down and stand up again and again, she became hesitant to strike.

And she heard Mark's conversation with Cecil, knowing that Mark could clearly beg for mercy to deceive her, but he just wouldn't.

Shaking her head, she forced herself to shake off these unwanted thoughts, walked up to Mark, stretched out her foot, and stepped on Mark's chest.

"This is your last chance."

At the Global Defense Initiative base, Cecil was still trying.

"Mark, agree to her! Say those words quickly!"

"No!"

Stepped on by Anissa, Mark endured the pain and squeezed out this word from his mouth.

"No matter... what... what time, I will not say that sentence. Dad, no matter when, I won't... betray him, even if... even if it's in a lie..."

Listening to Mark's voice, Anissa's heart produced a slight wavering.

The force of her foot stepping on Mark's chest gradually decreased.

The next second, a sudden change occurred!

With a "boom," a bolt of lightning struck.

Anissa, unable to react in time, was heavily struck by the lightning and plowed along the beach on the ground.

"Dad... Dad?"

In Mark's blurred vision, he saw Peter.

This time it wasn't a hallucination, it was his real father.