Bullseye had never seen anything like it.
He'd sensed something was wrong the red glow in Nolan's eyes had triggered every survival instinct honed through years of being a world-class assassin.
But his body just couldn't react in time.
A searing beam of energy tore through his chest, melting muscle and shattering bone. The wound was cauterized the moment it was made no blood, just burnt tissue.
His body slammed into the wall, caving it in. He hit so hard that he left a dent.
And then, Nolan simply tilted his head.
His laser vision arced cleanly severing Bullseye's head from his body.
The head hit the floor with a dull thud, still frozen in shock.
No blood. Just scorched, sealed flesh.
Wilson Fisk's prized weapon was gone in an instant.
Nolan stood over the body, his eyes slowly dimming.
"...Not bad," he muttered. "Still not quite Superman's heat vision. But it'll do."
Unlike Cyclops, Nolan didn't need visors or restraint mechanisms his neural pathways weren't damaged. He had perfect control.
What's more, he was already experimenting with trajectory shifts, rotating beams, and even controlled detonations.
"Cyclops was always underrated," he said. "The real problem was that the X-Men roster had too many overpowered members."
Meanwhile, outside Oscorp...
A red blur bounced across the plaza, flipping over cars and dodging pillars of concrete.
"Hey, big guy! Back again?" Peter Parker shouted, grinning under his mask.
Charging after him was a gray-skinned behemoth, with a massive horn jutting from his forehead.
He roared and crashed into a wall—obliterating it on impact.
Norman Osborn and Dr. Connors ducked behind a column.
"That wall was reinforced concrete..." Connors muttered. "This brute's force output must be near 70 tons in a full charge."
"Seventy?" Norman winced. "Nolan's gonna want him alive for study."
Rhino rampaged forward again, demolishing another barrier as if it were paper.
But this wasn't his arena.
Confined corridors, narrow angles—everything favored Peter.
With his spider-sense and agility, Rhino simply couldn't catch him.
"Get down here and fight like a man!" Rhino bellowed, eyes bloodshot.
Ever since he got this invulnerable body, people feared him.
Now, for the third time, this damn wall-crawler was playing games with him again.
Peter hung from a ceiling pipe and called out, "Third time's the charm, huh, Alexei? You really don't learn."
His plan was simple—wear Rhino out, lure him to Oscorp's power grid substation, and fry him using the supercharged electric eel tank Nolan kept below.
Peter dodged another charge and flipped backward.
Nothing came from his web-shooter.
"Crap—forgot to reload..."
Rhino saw his chance.
He charged the horn down, full steam.
Peter leaped—barely clearing the incoming brute—and launched a web from his other wrist to slow Rhino down.
Too strong. Too fast.
Peter somersaulted mid-air, landing against a far wall.
A calm, commanding voice echoed across the battlefield.
A figure crashed down from above like a meteor, slamming shoulder-first into Rhino.
The plaza erupted in dust and debris.
It was like watching two bulls colliding at full speed—raw power versus raw power.
They held in place, muscles bulging, locked in a violent struggle.
Rhino grunted, pushing with everything he had.
Peter's eyes widened behind the mask.
"Holy hell... Nolan's as strong as him?"
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