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Chapter 1781 The Power to Confront the Ocean!
The deep blue giant adjusted its posture, its powerful legs, as strong as propellers, slightly bent, and the muscles in its back and arms instantly tensed like a fully drawn bow.

The next second, he transformed into a deep blue arrow that tore through the deep sea, carrying with it churning bubbles and the lingering afterglow of energy, and shot towards the direction where he sensed his companions might be, towards that unknown darkness and danger!

Right now, there's no time to adjust to the body, no time to think about the future.

There is only one goal:
Save them! Save Natasha! Save Clint! Bring them out of this deadly abyss alive!
Natasha Romanov's fingertips dug deep into the cold alloy walls of the escape pod, each impact causing the metal to groan in a teeth-grinding manner.

Murky seawater hissed and gushed from a menacing crack in the bulkhead, carrying a chilling chill and a salty, fishy smell.

The red light of the cabin alarm flashed wildly, illuminating her bloodless face.

Every roar of the deep-sea behemoth, every collision of their energy bombardment capable of moving mountains and filling seas, causes this deadly sea to boil violently.

Trillions of tons of seawater were kneaded and torn by an invisible giant hand, forming a destructive vortex that gripped their escape pods tightly, like a desperate leaf falling in a giant wave.

Outside the window, there is only eternal, all-consuming darkness.

Occasionally, a burst of pale white or eerie green light would suddenly appear in the distance, instantly illuminating the churning, murky waters and the terrifying, tangled, tearing silhouettes of enormous creatures—three colossal beasts, as massive as mountains, locked in a life-or-death struggle deep within the trench.

Each time they whip their tails and each burst of energy they unleash contains the destructive energy equivalent to millions of tons of TNT, shaking the very foundations of the ocean.

Each impact felt like a hammer blow to Natasha's heart. The metal frame of the escape pod groaned in agony as it disintegrated, and more cracks spread across the walls as icy seawater relentlessly poured in.

In this abyss of despair, Natasha's bloodshot eyes suddenly widened.

In the thick darkness outside the window, an unimaginably huge silhouette suddenly appeared, pressing in more closely and directly than any fighting sea monster.

The dark figure, imbued with a sense of profound, mountain-like strength yet poised to unleash its power, instantly filled her field of vision.

Her pupils contracted sharply, and her heart almost stopped—the next second, an unimaginably huge hand covered with tough, dark blue skin slammed heavily onto the violently shaking cabin window in front of her with a loud bang!
The knuckles were clearly defined and thick, containing enough power to crush a warship, yet they remained remarkably stable, resisting the vortex's frenzied tearing.

Immediately afterwards, an equally enormous, angular face suddenly slammed close to the thick reinforced glass.

Beneath his deep blue skin were bulging, steel-like muscles, and his jawline remained as resolute as ever, but his eyes... deep within his pupils burned an inhuman, furnace-like golden flame, with violent energy flowing within them.

Is it the Hulk?
Natasha's thoughts almost came to a standstill under the extreme impact.

That deep blue skin and that inhumanly massive physique do indeed bear a strange resemblance to the Hulk.

But that face... the contours of that face, the determination between his brows, and the depths of those eyes, those that, even in his Blue Giant form, could not be completely altered, belonged to Steve Rogers!

"Steve?!"

Natasha's screams were drowned out by the piercing alarms and metallic groans emanating from inside the cabin.

Shock, disbelief, and a surge of euphoria from surviving a catastrophe intertwined wildly in her eyes.

How did he become like this?
The deep blue giant outside the cabin clearly captured the astonishment in Natasha's eyes.

His massive head tilted slightly, and his eyes, burning with the fire of molten gold, pierced through the murky seawater and the trembling glass, locking onto her gaze.

Then he moved—not with a furious roar, but with extreme restraint, raising his other, equally enormous hand. His index finger extended, the movement steady and precise, like issuing a signal on a battlefield.

He pointed to his broad chest covered with deep blue skin, and then his huge index finger slowly and forcefully pointed to his temple.

Finally, he clenched his fist and pounded it heavily but silently on his chest.

A silent vow: I am me, and I am conscious.

This simple gesture is like a bright light piercing through the gloom.

Natasha's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and a surge of hot liquid almost rushed to her eyes.

She nodded vigorously, the resolute look that belonged to Black Widow returning to her face—the captain was still there!
No matter what form he took, his will never yielded!

Hope, for the first time, was rekindled in this deathly silence of a bottomless abyss.

time is life!

The cracks in the bulkhead were being torn wider by the violent water pressure, and the rate at which seawater was pouring in was accelerating.

Having confirmed Natasha's understanding, Steve no longer hesitated.

His enormous, dark blue hand was firmly attached to the outer shell of the escape pod. His terrifying three-meter-tall body made the alloy pod, which was large enough to contain Natasha, look as small as a child's skateboard in front of him.

The super power forged in the crucible of gamma serum and super soldier serum was now on full display.

He gripped the hull with one hand, his arm muscles bulging like rising mountains, his five fingers deeply embedded in the alloy shell, leaving clear indentations.

He easily stabilized the heavy escape pod, which was struggling in the vortex and fighting with the giant beast, with one hand.

He had to fight against the deep-sea whirlpool behind him, which was as greedy as the gaping maw of an abyss.

The terrifying suction force was like an invisible chain, dragging the cabin and him tightly.

Steve's gaze was sharp as a knife as he swept across the surging but relatively stable current of water ahead.

He abruptly turned his body to the side, using his broad shoulders and arms as a barrier to forcefully isolate part of the tearing force of the vortex from the escape pod.

Immediately afterwards, his powerful legs, as strong as propellers, suddenly pushed backward in mid-air!
That was no simple swimming motion. Faced with that terrifying power and muscle, the viscous, dense deep-sea water seemed to possess a tangible form.

Where the giant foot stomped, the seawater was compressed and repelled, instantly forming a brief, violently boiling vacuum chamber!
The bursting bubbles exploded like cannonballs. Using the violent recoil, Steve's massive body, carrying the heavy escape pod, lurched forward a considerable distance!

But that's far from enough. The vortex's suction is like a leech clinging to a bone.

Without hesitation, Steve stretched out his other giant arm, his five fingers together like a giant shovel for splitting mountains, and fiercely "dug" at the seawater to the side and rear where the suction was strongest, in the opposite direction of his forward movement!
"Boom!"

A deep, muffled roar, like thunder in the deep sea, exploded in the water!

(End of this chapter)