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Chapter 1791 Steve: I've never fought such a lucrative battle before.
Cold, viscous, and penetrating everywhere.

4,200 meters.

Deep within a fracture zone at the edge of the Mariana Trench, the pressure is enough to crush an ordinary submarine into a twisted piece of scrap metal.

Absolute darkness, like solidified ink, swallowed all light and sound.

Only the faint friction of the flowing water and the muffled gurgling of the distant hydrothermal vents, like the burps of an ancient behemoth, occasionally broke the eternal silence.

The icy seawater permeated every atom, carrying a strange, metallic stench.

Rumlow hovered in this eternal black realm, slightly twisting his neck covered with thick, dark scales.

With each breath, seawater rushes into the gill slits on the side of his neck, which are covered with fine bony spurs. The seawater passes through the complex and incredibly efficient biological filter membrane in his body, and then the metabolic waste is silently discharged.

This body, forged from the ferocity of Hulk blood, the ancient resilience of Godzilla cells, and the cunning and ruthlessness brought by the Green Goblin serum, felt a strange, comfortable sense of belonging in this desolate human territory.

His eyes, which had mutated into the vertical pupils of a reptile, shimmered with a mixed halo of two eerie green and one dark gold in absolute darkness, like will-o'-the-wisps lurking in the abyss.

Those eyes clearly captured everything around them.

The slightest disturbance in the water flow, the trail of a hagfish gliding through the mud in the distance, and even further away, the sound of a blind shrimp stirring the water near a hydrothermal vent... all transformed into incredibly clear dynamic images, projected onto his highly developed, mutated cerebral cortex.

His hands, or rather, those hideous creations that replaced his hands, opened and closed unconsciously in front of him.

Several curved bone blades, each over half a meter long, extended from the thick forearm bone, their edges still reflecting a chilling glimmer in the absolute darkness of the deep sea.

This is by no means Godzilla's symbolic "short arms," ​​but rather a pure killing tool born from the power of the Hulk, incorporating some kind of bio-weapon characteristics brought about by the Green Goblin serum.

They glide gently across the water, creating strings of tiny bubbles and faint eddies powerful enough to tear steel apart.

Opposite him, about fifty meters away—a distance that is negligible on land but full of variables in the deep sea—hovered a massive blue figure.

Steve Rogers.

Or rather, it used to be him.

The incredible stability of the Super Soldier Serum was key to him maintaining his final "human form" when he was attacked by that terrible mixed contaminant.

He didn't completely transform into a deep-sea monster like Rumlow, but the price was just as high.

The Hulk's power completely reshaped him; his muscles bulged like blue granite, his bone density increased dramatically, and his skin took on a tough, deep blue color with fine wrinkles.

He grew taller and stronger, his power becoming unimaginable.

However, in this deep sea, this power seems so clumsy.

He also evolved the ability to breathe underwater, with slits on both sides of his neck allowing seawater to flow in and out, sustaining the furnace-like energy consumption within his body.

But this body, born for the land and for power, knows nothing about controlling water.

Every time I tried to move my arms, it was like struggling in viscous asphalt, clumsily stirring up a large, chaotic eddy, making my body even harder to control.

The underwater agility granted by Godzilla cells was completely suppressed under the form dominated by the Super Soldier Serum. He was like a heavy blue statue cast into the deep sea, possessing the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, yet unable to wield it freely in this realm.

Steve's eyes, which still retained the round pupil shape of a human, were now burning with blue flames.

At the heart of that flame was not the pure killing and twisted satisfaction that Rumlow saw, but an iron will and an almost tragic defense.

Protect Natasha as she leaves.

These seven words were the only steadfast rock in Steve's mind, which was almost boiling over from the impact of violent power; they were the only coordinates that could anchor his mind, which was about to be overwhelmed by bestiality.

This is the entire meaning of his existence, the only belief that burns within him in this deep-sea purgatory.

A strange sound, a mixture of electronic noise, a beast's growl, and the hissing of water, rang directly in Steve's mind.

That was Rumlow's mental fluctuation, which, with the help of some kind of mutated bioelectric induction, penetrated the barriers of the seawater and the helmet.

The voice was filled with blatant malice and twisted pleasure.

"Captain Rogers, look at yourself! Blue Beast! Who can your laughable 'belief' save in this place abandoned by God? Save that red-haired girl in the iron coffin?"

The green light in Rumlow's vertical pupils suddenly surged, like two poisonous stars lighting up in the abyss.

He didn't need to wait for Steve's reply at all.

The body, covered in thick scales and flowing with inhuman power, suddenly arched!
Its thick tail, like a giant deep-sea eel brimming with power, slams violently into the cold seawater behind it.

boom!
It wasn't a loud bang, but a dull, guttural crackling sound.

The enormous kinetic energy was converted into terrifying propulsion.

Rumlow's figure blurred instantly, leaving behind only a white turbulent vortex that was extremely compressed and then violently exploded.

He didn't sprint in a straight line, but rather moved like a deep-sea serpent sensing its prey, his body twisting and refracting in the water at an unnatural, bizarre angle. Each swing precisely utilized the reaction force of the seawater, and his speed was so fast that he left a twisted trajectory with a ghostly green afterimage in the absolute darkness.

At Rumlow's current speed, a distance of fifty meters is practically non-existent!
Steve's eyes, burning with blue flames, suddenly narrowed.

A tremendous sense of crisis pierced his spine like a tangible ice pick.

Rumlow is too fast!
It was so fast that his bulky Hulk body simply couldn't react using conventional dodging!

The instincts of a super soldier and the combat awareness honed through countless life-or-death battles took over his body in a fraction of a second.

There was no thought, only the purest reaction.

"Roar--!"

A deep, thunderous roar exploded from Steve's throat, the sound waves creating visible shockwaves in the seawater, instantly pulverizing the tiny plankton around him.

He abandoned all thoughts of dodging and instantly poured the Hulk's power, powerful enough to shake mountains, into his thickest right arm, which was covered with a dark blue keratin layer.

The muscle fibers in his arm bulged and twisted wildly, like giant blue pythons coiling around him, and the volume of his arm instantly increased by almost double!
(End of this chapter)