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Chapter 1783 Old Enemy
Even more deadly, the icy seawater was rapidly engulfing half of his unresponsive body, and the water level was quickly approaching his mouth and nose!

A chill colder and more deathly still than the deepest part of the Mariana Trench instantly froze the newly generated blood in Steve's body, which was surging with violent energy!
Saving Natasha was already squeezing every last drop of potential from his newborn body, a struggle against nature on a tightrope of death.

Now, two!
Moreover, Clint's hull is not on the verge of disintegration, but is disintegrating!

Every second, tons of seawater surged in, and every second Clint's life was slipping away at breakneck speed!
Time is no longer measured in seconds, but in the intervals between each heartbeat and in the milliseconds of nerve signal transmission!
Thinking? Weighing options? Strategizing? Faced with an absolute countdown to death, these are all luxuries!
The body's instincts, or rather, the absolute belief in "never abandoning anyone" engraved deep in Steve Rogers' soul, instantly took over this war machine called "The Blue Giant"!

His enormous, steel-forged left hand, with fingers like hydraulic clamps, remained firmly gripping the reinforced frame of Natasha's hull, his knuckles embedded in the metal, becoming her only anchor point, completely immovable!

At the same time, his strong core muscles, comparable to the keel of a warship, unleashed a terrifying force capable of twisting steel trusses!
His entire upper body was as if lashed by an invisible giant's whip, twisting violently toward Clint's hull!
The resulting massive vortex of water caused Natasha's cabin to shake violently once again.

The right arm—the limb that bears the dual mission of destruction and salvation—like the thunderous spear hurled by the legendary Olympian king, tore through the viscous deep-sea curtain and swung with all its might towards Hawkeye's out-of-control, churning death cage!
"Sizzle—Buzz!!!"

The arm broke through the resistance of the deep sea pressure, reaching the physical limit of speed!
A gigantic hand, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound like tearing fabric (a unique transmission of high-frequency vibrations underwater), carrying the shockwaves formed by the displaced seawater, struck Clint's escape pod at a devastating angle just before it crashed into the sharp reef—a heartbeat before it could even begin to move.

boom!
A dull, muffled impact!
The enormous hand narrowly and with great difficulty grasped a relatively sturdy protrusion on the edge of Clint's hull that was not yet completely torn apart!

The immense impact caused the bones in Steve's entire right arm to groan in agony.

It worked!
But this momentary "success" comes at the cost of a devastating, exponentially increasing burden!

Controlling a cabin with one hand to fight against a deep-sea vortex is already an extreme challenge.

Now, he needs to stabilize Natasha's hull with one hand (left hand) while using his right hand (which has just experienced an extreme burst) to grab and control another hull, Clint's, which is flooding wildly, being swept by turbulent currents, and whose structure is on the verge of collapse!

At the same time, he also had to contend with the powerful suction force that had not yet dissipated from the edge of the vortex, as well as the crazy pulling and collision of the two cabins due to their different trajectories and forces!
Even this body of the deep blue giant, which carried unknown power, was pulled to the brink of collapse in an instant!

Every muscle fiber in the body was emitting a mournful cry of impending breakage, like millions of alloy cables stretched to their limit, vibrating at high frequency under extreme tension.

The massive arm muscles bulged and contracted wildly, stretching the skin to almost transparency. Beneath the deep blue background, the extreme force revealed an extremely dangerous, dark red glow, like lava flowing through the veins, as if it were about to burst open at any moment, spewing out scorching energy blood.

The shoulder joints, elbow joints, wrist joints, finger joints, and even every vertebral joint in the spine are subjected to excruciating pain that feels like tearing, twisting, and grinding.

The newly formed, incredibly dense bones groaned under combined stresses exceeding their design limits, the soft tissue at the joints feeling as if it were being repeatedly pierced by countless red-hot steel needles. This was no longer a simple output of force, but an extreme balancing act on the edge of destruction.

The two hulls, like two enraged deep-sea monsters facing opposite directions, struggled, tore, and collided with each other frantically in his hands.

Each collision exacerbated the already fragile hull structure, forcing Steve to expend several times the effort to instantly adjust and correct his trajectory and combat the turbulence.

His nervous system was working overtime, precisely calculating every tiny angular deviation and the impact of every water flow, accurately distributing every bit of force to the most needed tendons and skeletal levers.

The world before him flashed a dangerous red light due to excruciating pain and overload, and in his ears was a death symphony composed of the raging roar of the sea, the shrill screams of twisted metal, and the roar of his own blood surging.

Every sense is alarming, every cell is screaming "Give up!"
This is the fragile, delicate balance between power and destruction.

It was Steve Rogers' willpower that forcibly held together his disintegrating body and the lives of his two comrades!
"hold onto!"

He was unable to speak; the surging seawater silenced any sound.

But his clenched teeth were almost breaking, and every bulging vein on his deep blue body was screaming silently!

He carried all his will—that burning belief that remained unbroken in the alleys of Brooklyn, amidst the hail of bullets of the Howling Commandos, and even seventy years after being frozen in ice; all his beliefs—the protection of the dignity of life, the unwavering loyalty to his comrades; all the vows of protection etched into his very bones; along with the wild, unfamiliar, and uncontrollable cosmic energy within this body…

Without reservation, recklessly, and in a near-self-destructive manner, he frantically poured his energy into the two arms that were like giant pillars supporting the bulkhead of the deformed cabin!

His bones were creaking under the strain, his muscle fibers were breaking at the microscopic level and barely being repaired by his powerful self-healing factors, his skin was almost transparent due to extreme tension, and energy was surging under his skin, forming fine, unstable blue arcs of electricity.

He, Captain America, Steve Rogers, is the only indomitable pillar in this raging abyss that can hold back the raging waves and resist the scythe of death!
With flesh and blood and willpower, they carved out a crack called "hope" in the face of absolute destruction.

How could Captain America not have a destined rival?

Chang Wei watched Steve rescue Black Widow and Hawkeye, though his Hydra... oh, it should now be called the World Serpent, Jormungandr, the Serpent that encircles the world.

(End of this chapter)