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Chapter 1801 The eldest and second eldest brothers fought, and then the third eldest brother was killed.
The ear-piercing sound of the high-pressure seawater jet was instantly mostly blocked out!
"Uhhhhh-!"

Steve's body convulsed violently, letting out a suppressed roar of pain.

The high-pressure seawater was like millions of steel needles, frantically impacting and squeezing his palms and arms that covered the cracks!
The scales groaned under immense pressure, the stratum corneum was instantly worn away, and the underlying muscle tissue endured unimaginable tearing pain.

Dark blue, almost black blood began to gush out in greater quantities from the gaps between the edges of his palm and the metal bulkhead, quickly staining a small patch of seawater around him black.

But he succeeded!

He used his own flesh and blood to temporarily plug that fatal water ingress crack!
"Steve!"

Tony's voice trembled with an unprecedented intensity.

He witnessed this tragic yet heroic scene firsthand.

To use one's body to plug a breach in the ocean thousands of meters deep... what terrifying willpower and spirit of sacrifice that requires!

"Captain...he..."

Even Jarvis's voice showed a slight, almost imperceptible fluctuation.

"He has temporarily stopped the massive intrusion of seawater. But... his arm is being subjected to water pressure and low-temperature erosion far exceeding its limits. The rate of tissue damage is... extremely high."

"I know I know!"

Tony felt his eyes burning, and he forced himself to calm down.

"Jarvis! Recalculate! How far are we from that damn 'safe zone'? Top speed! At any cost!"

"Calculating... Sir, based on the latest path and current propulsion efficiency, it is estimated that it will take at least 7 more minutes! But that is, provided that the propulsion system and... 'bio-engine' can maintain the current output."

Jarvis's answer was cold and cruel.

7 minutes!

In the deep sea, thousands of meters below the surface, every second feels like an eternity!
Can Steve plug that crack with his arm for 7 minutes?
Can his body withstand this devastating load for another 7 minutes?
Can the oxygen in the escape pod last for 7 minutes?
Could Tony's own armor, with its overloaded thrusters, burn for seven minutes without melting?
Countless question marks weighed heavily on my heart like lead weights.

But Tony Stark's eyes burned with an even more insane flame.

There's no turning back! We can only move forward!
"Did you hear that, popsicle?!"

Tony yelled into the communication channel, his voice hoarse with desperation.

"Hold on for seven more minutes! Seven more minutes! Use your damn willpower! Block it! Push it up! We're taking Natasha home!"

Steve did not respond.

The immense pain nearly consumed his consciousness.

He could only rely on instinct, channeling all his strength into his legs, which were stuck deep in the rock, and kicking frantically!
He concentrated all his remaining willpower on his right arm, which was used to plug the crack, and pressed it down firmly, as if it were welded there!

His body trembled violently in the torrent, each tremor bringing even more intense pain, but he refused to loosen his grip even slightly.

The golden-red armor shone even brighter, as if it were melting itself. The figure of the azure giant stood tall amidst the darkness and bubbles, like a monument of sacrifice.

The heavy escape pod, propelled by two completely different yet equally intense forces, and with the sacrifice of Steve's flesh and blood, continued its slow, arduous, yet incredibly determined ascent.

The malice of the deep sea still surges, and the shadow of death is ever-present.

But hope, that faint hope like a candle flickering in the wind, stubbornly climbed upwards inch by inch in the flame ignited by the lives and will of the two heroes.

The 7-minute countdown has begun.

Every second is a terrifying moment of dancing with death.

Deep in the Mariana Trench, eternal darkness is torn apart by raging energy.

This is no longer the tranquil heart of the Earth, but the ultimate arena for three beings who transcend the mundane.

The abyss, with pressure enough to flatten a nuclear submarine, is now enduring a violent impact far exceeding its physical limits.

Hulk, the green behemoth driven by pure rage, has fought countless brutal rounds with his adversaries—Dr. Kurt Connors and Norman Osborn (Godzilla).

Time loses its meaning in the ten-thousand-meter-deep abyss; only the destructive roar, the shattering of bones, and the howling of energy eruptions mark the progress of the battle.

Connors was experiencing an unprecedented challenge.

His Godzilla body, which had undergone countless genetic optimizations and completely abandoned the human form, was a hundred meters tall and covered with thick bone plates and scales comparable to starship armor. His body was filled with almost inexhaustible atomic furnace energy.

He once thought he was the ultimate form of evolution, capable of looking down on all living beings and looking down on the planet.

However, faced with this green beast that grew more ferocious and stronger with each battle and injury, a sense of dread, stemming from a life-or-death instinct, quietly began to grow.

The Hulk's "strength" does not stem from sophisticated biotechnology or atomic energy control, but from his pure, suffocating, and inexhaustible rage.

Every heavy blow, every time he was burned by Connors's radiant heat rays, every time he was torn apart by Green Goblin Godzilla's tail blade, instead of weakening him, it was as if tons of fuel were being poured into the furnace of his soul!
Connors was horrified to observe that Hulk's muscle fibers were constantly tearing and reorganizing during the battle, each reorganization becoming thicker and denser; his bones groaned under immense pressure and collisions, yet became even more resilient in the next moment, as if some kind of living adamantium alloy was forging itself.

The green skin carbonizes and peels off under high temperatures, but new skin quickly covers it, subtly acquiring a glazed sheen that resists the heat.

"This...this completely violates the laws of thermodynamics!"

Although Connors's mind is no longer human, it retains the analytical instincts of a scientist and operates at high speed.

"Godzilla's power comes from atomic energy, which is controllable and has an upper limit. But this beast... its source of power is emotion? Is it will? Is it... anger itself? Its biomass energy increases exponentially in battle! This potential... this terrifying, savage evolutionary potential... might actually surpass Godzilla!"

A chilling shiver ran through Connors’s consciousness, not from the deep sea, but from the fear of the Hulk’s unknown limits.

He even felt a ridiculous sense of "envy"—if he were still human, or retained a fusion of human genes, could he also try to analyze or even steal this terrifying ability to evolve infinitely driven by emotions?
Unfortunately, he was already a pure Godzilla life form, with a completely stable genetic sequence that was irreversible and incompatible.

This longing could only transform into a deeper murderous intent.

As for Norman Osborn, although he was equally large and ferocious, he unfortunately became the most vulnerable link in the ultimate showdown between Hulk and Connors.

(End of this chapter)