Summon the Villain: Marvel.

Nathan Hawke's mouth corners slightly raised, his eyes were like lightning, and his tone was filled with fearless confidence and sharp edge: "You are just one of the thousands of endings, and I am destined to be the end that you cannot cross."

Death heard Nathan's words, and her cold face did not waver. Her eyes were deep and empty, as if she was looking at an endless void. She slowly raised her hand, her black robe slid silently, and her white jade-like palm gently passed through the air, as if it could move the deepest darkness in the universe. Death's voice was like a whisper from ancient times, with endless majesty and coldness: "There is only a fine line between courage and stupidity, mortal. You think you can escape the shackles of fate, but in front of me, all struggles are in vain."

As she spoke, an indescribable aura of terror emanated from her body. The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and the temperature around her suddenly dropped, as if the whole world had fallen into a cold darkness. A strange weapon gradually condensed in her palm. It was a sickle made of black metal, with a blade that was curved like a crescent moon. The sickle blade was engraved with complex and ancient runes, emitting a dark light. The handle of the sickle was long and slender, as if it had merged with the figure of death, and every inch of the blade seemed to flow with the power from the abyss.

"The Scythe of Destiny." Death whispered the name of the weapon, her tone full of majesty and coldness. Her eyes flashed with a hint of murderous intent, as if everything in the world was under her control. With a slight turn of her wrist, the blade of the scythe cut through the air, making a heart-pounding "buzzing" sound, as if the space was torn apart by this force.

Suddenly, the figure of Death flashed in the air and instantly appeared in front of Nathan Hawke. The Scythe of Destiny in her hand slashed towards Nathan's head with a sharp sound of wind. The strike was so fast that it was almost impossible to see her movements. Only the flashing black light and the harsh "buzzing" sound were left in the air.

Nathan Hawke's eyes remained calm as he faced the sudden attack of death. His telekinesis quickly withdrew, and his muscles tensed, like a beast ready to attack. With a low shout, the power in his body surged like a torrent, quickly filling his body. The powerful energy condensed around him, forming an invisible shield. The surface of the shield flashed with a faint blue-white light, as if the power of thunder was flowing in it, and sometimes burst into dazzling light.

Nathan Hawke suddenly turned sideways, dodging the blow of death, and exerted force on his feet to quickly counterattack. His fist was wrapped in strong telekinesis, as if it was attached to the power of the entire universe, and it suddenly swung towards the face of death. There was a muffled "bang" in the air, and the two powerful forces collided violently in an instant, sparking countless sparks.

Death was not repelled by this sudden attack. Her body was as flexible as a phantom, and she dodged quickly and lightly avoided Nathan's counterattack. The scythe of fate in her hand was as swift and deadly as the scythe of the god of death, drawing black arcs in the air and heading straight for Nathan's vital points. Each blow seemed to carry the pressure of death, which made people feel cold.

Nathan Hawke quickly adjusted his state, and the whole person flashed on the battlefield like a flash of lightning, his steps were sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and his movements were extremely irregular. His figure drew a series of blurred afterimages in the air, making it difficult to grasp. At the same time, his telekinesis quickly spread, forming an invisible barrier, blocking the attacks of death one by one.

The two engaged in a dazzling and fierce duel on the battlefield, with lightning-fast movements, punches hitting flesh, and deadly moves. The Scythe of Destiny and Nathan's telekinetic shield kept colliding, sparking bursts of fiery sparks and making a deafening "buzzing" sound. The air was filled with strong energy fluctuations, as if the entire battlefield was trembling with their battle.

Nathan Hawke suddenly changed his offensive. He jumped up suddenly, his body spun in the air, and kicked Death's chest with his legs with a strong sound of wind. Death's eyes flashed with a cold murderous intent, and the Scythe of Destiny in his hand swung quickly, trying to cut off Nathan's attack. But at this moment, Nathan's figure suddenly split into two, and his real body had already launched a fierce attack on the other side.

"Bang!" Nathan's fist hit Death's side hard, and the powerful impact pushed her body back several steps. Death's face changed slightly, and her footsteps dragged a deep mark on the ground, but her eyes were still cold and unwavering. She quickly adjusted her posture, and the Scythe of Destiny in her hand drew an arc again, and with the pressure of death, she went straight to Nathan's throat.

Nathan Hawke was not intimidated by the opponent's counterattack. He quickly crossed his hands, and telekinesis condensed into two strong blades of light in his palms, like sharp blades that tore through the air, meeting the scythe of death. The two forces collided in mid-air, making a sharp explosion and stirring up a gust of wind, sweeping the surrounding gravel and dust into the air.

The battle became more and more intense, and the attack of death was continuous like a tide. The sickle of fate in her hand turned into a symbol of death, swift and deadly. Nathan Hawke fought against it with flexible body movements and powerful telekinesis, sometimes attacking, sometimes defending, his movements were as fast as lightning and unpredictable.

The battle between the two set off a violent storm on the battlefield, and the air was filled with a strong fighting spirit and murderous intent. Death's attack methods were varied, and he flashed and disappeared without a trace. Nathan Hawke relied on his powerful strength and sharp reaction to continuously resolve the opponent's offensive and look for opportunities to counterattack in the gaps.

Nathan Hawke suddenly accelerated his attack, stepped on his feet suddenly, and rushed towards Death like an arrow from a bow, his fists hitting the opponent's chest with a sharp sound of wind. A cold light flashed in Death's eyes, and his body turned lightly, and the scythe of fate swung down suddenly, trying to split Nathan in two.

Just as the sickle was about to strike, Nathan's body suddenly twisted, and his telekinesis quickly burst out, forming a powerful shield around his body, blocking the fatal blow. The sickle collided with the shield, making a harsh metal friction sound and sparking countless sparks.

Nathan Hawke's eyes became sharper, he quickly turned sideways, kicked his feet hard, and his body disappeared from the spot like lightning, appearing on the side of death. His fists, with strong energy fluctuations, hit the ribs of death directly.

Death sensed the power of Nathan Hawke's attack and quickly swung her scythe to block his attack, but she could clearly feel the opponent's strength gradually increasing. Each of Nathan's punches seemed to carry the power of thunder, which made her arms numb.

The fight between the two became more intense, Nathan's movements became faster and faster, his attacks became more and more fierce, like a beast awakening, pressing forward step by step. Death showed extremely high fighting skills, the Scythe of Destiny in her hand was like a symbol of death, her movements were swift, and her moves were deadly.

Nathan Hawke suddenly exerted force with both hands, and his hands quickly crossed. Telekinesis condensed into two strong blades of light in his palms, like sharp blades that tear through the air, and slashed towards the head of death with the force of thunder. This attack was extremely fast, and the blades of light drew a dazzling arc of light in the air, as if they were going to tear the space apart.

Death felt the threat of this attack, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, and he quickly swung the scythe of fate in his hand, and the scythe blade met the blade of light. The two powerful forces collided in the air, making a deafening roar and stirring up countless energy ripples, as if covering the entire battlefield.

The two's power clashed in mid-air, and the Scythe of Destiny and the Blade of Light were in a stalemate, sparking countless sparks. A sneer appeared on Death's face, and with a slight turn of his wrist, the blade of the Scythe of Destiny drew a graceful arc in the air, instantly cutting off Nathan Hawke's Blade of Light, and the remaining force continued to force Nathan Hawke's throat.

Nathan Hawke's reaction was just as quick. He quickly took a step back and flipped in the air to avoid the fatal attack. With his toes lightly tapping the ground, Nathan Hawke attacked again like a cheetah, punching Death's chest with his fists with strong telekinesis.

Death was not repelled by his attack. Her body was as flexible as a ghost in the dark. She dodged quickly and lightly avoided Nathan's fist. Then, her figure instantly disappeared from Nathan Hawke's sight. The Scythe of Destiny in her hand turned into a black lightning, carrying a cold breath of death, and went straight to Nathan Hawke's back.

Nathan Hawke felt the murderous intent behind him, turned around quickly, clasped his hands together, and used telekinesis to condense into a powerful energy barrier, blocking the attack of the Scythe of Destiny. The scythe collided with the barrier, making a harsh "buzzing" sound, stirring up a gust of wind, and swept the surrounding gravel into the air.

Nathan Hawke exerted his strength suddenly, and his fists with great power hit Death's face directly. Death snorted coldly, and her body retreated quickly like a phantom, easily avoiding the blow. There was a cold light in her eyes, and the Scythe of Destiny spun rapidly in her hands, and a faint black light flashed on the blade, as if waiting for the next fatal attack.

The two men confronted each other, and the air was filled with a strong sense of oppression. Powerful energy waves surged around Nathan Hawke's body, as if he was ready to launch the next round of attacks at any time. Death remained calm and composed as always, and raised the sickle of fate in his hand slightly, with a dark light flashing on the blade, as if he was going to harvest all living things.

Nathan Hawke clenched his fists, the power in his body continued to surge, and he stared at the death in front of him with a sharp gaze. His voice was low and firm, with unquestionable determination: "Stop hiding it, Death. It's time to show your true power. Let me see what you call 'ultimate'."

A barely perceptible sneer flashed in Death's eyes. Her cold gaze was deep and hollow, as if she could see through Nathan's heart. She gently raised her hand, and her fingertips brushed through the air, bringing out a dark breath. Her voice was still cold, but it revealed a faint threat: "Real power? Are you sure you want to face it, Nathan Hawke?"

Death shook his head slightly, as if lamenting Nathan's boldness and ignorance: "I admit that your strength and courage are enough to impress me. But you must understand that once I truly liberate myself, you will no longer have any way out. The only ending is to welcome me - to welcome death itself."

Her tone was full of cold certainty, as well as a warning that left no room for doubt: "Nathan Hawke, if you are determined to do this, then be prepared. When I show my true power, your soul will have nowhere to escape, and death will be your only destination."

There was an irresistible sense of oppression in the air, as if the shadow of death was gradually approaching. Nathan Hawke's eyes remained firm. He knew that the opponent in front of him was no small matter, but he also knew that this was a battle he could not avoid. He did not retreat, and his fighting spirit burned like a flame.

Death's eyes gradually became deeper, and she raised her hands slightly, as if she was calling on some ancient and powerful power. As she moved, the entire space began to distort, as if everything was under her control. The air was filled with the breath of death, and the light around her became dim, as if the whole world was shrouded in her shadow.

Her voice was like a whisper from the abyss, with endless majesty and coldness: "Nathan Hawke, prepare to face the true power of death."