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Chapter 1782 Never Give Up!

In the absolute darkness of the deep sea, Steve's arms, which had swelled to an inhuman size, suddenly tensed, his deep blue skin looking as if it would be torn apart by the surging power inside at any moment.

These were not ordinary muscle lines, but rather jagged rock ridges like those of an ancient mountain range, bulging under the pressure of tectonic plates. The coiled blood vessels beneath the skin were no longer blue veins, but transformed into dark blue dragons, pulsating wildly beneath the taut muscles, brimming with fury and drawing energy like lava.

His arm-swinging motion had long transcended the concept of "splashing water"—it was a savage challenge to the frozen ice that had been solidified for thousands of years, and to the mercury sea with a density comparable to steel!
The enormous hand, its area comparable to a small sampan, ruthlessly cut into the viscous, heavy seawater with terrifying efficiency that defies the common sense of fluid dynamics.

It's not "slice", it's "tear"!
Accompanied by a deep, muffled roar powerful enough to shatter internal organs (which even spread as a substantial shockwave underwater), tens of thousands of tons of seawater were forcibly "pushed aside" and "stripped away" by his power!
A brief but terrifying vacuum was instantly created behind his palm, which was then filled by an even more violent backflow of water, forming a visible vortex cavity with a diameter far exceeding his height.

Seawater was ejected backward like air cannons compressed to the extreme, and the resulting reaction force propelled the enormous object in front of it.

This is just the beginning!
His movements were so fast that they exceeded the limits of human vision, even leaving blurry afterimages in the extremely resistant underwater environment.

Ten times in a single second! Each time was an all-out burst of energy, each time repeating the destructive action of "tearing apart a sea of ​​steel".

boom!
With the first strike, a vortex-like void appeared, and Natasha's hull suddenly lurched forward.

boom!
The second blow tore the hole apart again by an even greater force before it could heal, and the shockwave from the water blasted the nearby fish into a bloody mist.

quack!

With the third strike, Steve's shoulder blades made a sickening grinding sound, and an ominous dark red peeked out from beneath his deep blue skin.

The tenth strike!
The continuous, superimposed, and violent thrust finally accumulated into a qualitative change.

He was like a prehistoric beast trapped in a prehistoric asphalt swamp, each struggle shaking the entire swamp.

Pure, extreme violence, in the most primitive and brutal way, confronts the relentless power of the vast ocean converging at a single point!

The seawater boiled, churned, and roared wildly around him, as if a scalding hot iron had been thrown into him.

Inside the violently turbulent, potentially disintegrating spherical escape pod, Natasha Romanov felt as if she had been stuffed into a high-speed spinning washing machine.

The immense inertia repeatedly slammed her against the cold metal walls; had she not undergone the most rigorous special agent training and undergone physical modifications, her bones would have been shattered long ago.

She gripped the only fixed support frame inside the cabin tightly with her limbs, her knuckles turning pale from the excessive force.

Through the observation window, riddled with spiderweb-like cracks and on the verge of shattering at any moment, her emerald green eyes, wide with shock, were fixed on the terrifying, mind-blowing scene outside.

With each swing of his arm and each stomp of his leg like a battering ram (his massive feet also tore through the water, generating additional propulsion), Steve churned the sea within a radius of tens of meters. The seawater was no longer a fluid, but rather like molten steel being repeatedly hammered by an invisible giant hammer, churning with dense bubbles and turbid eddies.

His deep blue skin, under such a violent energy output, faintly emitted an unnatural, eerie glow, as if burning from within.

It wasn't a reflected luster, but rather the surging energy flow beneath the skin being ignited by intense friction, as if the immense power of a star exploding was forcibly imprisoned within the flesh and blood, with each contraction and relaxation of the muscles releasing a miniature destruction.

At this moment, he completely shed the elegance and strategy of "Captain America" ​​and transformed into a purely violent biological engine born solely to shatter the laws of physics!

The terrifying suction force at the core of the vortex, powerful enough to twist steel and devour giant ships, was somehow broken free inch by inch and foot by foot under this tyrannical and unreasonable continuous "pulling"!
Each burst of power was like a crack breaking in an invisible noose of death, pulling them a little further out from the edge of the abyss's gaping maw.

The flame of hope flickered stubbornly in the absolute darkness.

However, just as Steve gathered his last strength and was about to completely break free from the vortex core that was as greedy as a cosmic black hole—

"Squeak—crunch—crackle!!!"

A tearing sound, more shrill and desperate than any of the previous metallic groans, a final lament before the complete collapse of the metal structure, pierced Steve's super hearing with precision and cruelty, ignoring the thick bulkheads, the raging water resistance, and even the immense pressure of the deep sea!
"Clint—!!!"

Almost at the same millisecond, Natasha's piercing scream, filled with extreme fear, pain, and helplessness, exploded not through a communicator, but through some kind of connection that transcended physical links, was triggered on the edge of life and death, and was almost telepathic, directly in Steve's chaotic and boiling core of consciousness caused by power overload!
The voice was filled with a tearing sob, carrying the excruciating pain of a soul being ripped apart.

Steve suddenly turned his head!
The movement was so swift that it even created a small vortex.

His deep blue pupils contracted in an instant to the most dangerous needle-like shape, like an ancient predator locking onto its prey.

The line of sight was like a high-powered searchlight, piercing through the churning, boiling bubbles, the suspended mud and debris, and the turbid seawater, focusing precisely on a spot less than 100 meters to the side and rear!
There, there was another, even more dilapidated, spherical escape pod, almost unrecognizable from its original form.

It was being swept up by a raging, erratic current that emanated from the edge of the whirlpool, like a broken marble carelessly discarded by a giant, spiraling in a death spiral as it crashed madly into a giant, jagged seabed reef that jutted out from the dark seabed like a monster's fangs!
Hawkeye Clint Barton's hull!

What's even more heart-stopping is that on the side of the cabin, there's a huge, twisted, and rolled-up gaping hole, as if it had been ripped open by the claws of a deep-sea monster, a shocking sight!

The icy, bone-chilling seawater, carrying destructive pressure, is forming a thick, visible column of water, frantically pouring in!

The pressure balance inside the cabin was broken in an instant, and the unflooded space inside was shrinking rapidly.

Through that grotesque rift, Steve's eyesight, surpassing that of a falcon, clearly captured the hellish scene inside the cabin: Clint Barton's face, a horrifying bluish-purple hue from rapid decompression and severe oxygen deprivation, his eyes tightly closed, and pinkish blood foam bubbling from the corners of his mouth, clearly indicating that he had completely lost consciousness!
(End of this chapter)