Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 795 (Third Update, Please Subscribe) Beat Hulk into submission!

Bruce Banner slumped on the cold metal floor, the hard edges of the control panel behind him.

He was like a stranded fish, his mouth agape in vain, sweat and some unknown viscous fluid mixed with blood dripping down his trembling chin.

He looked at Stephen Fang, who had floated up to him, with an expression as if he had grasped at the last straw soaked in despair.

"It's ignoring me!"

"Hulk! That bastard! He's fucking throwing a tantrum! No matter how much I beg him, it's no use! You... you can talk to him? He's completely impervious to reason!"

Before he finished speaking, Stephen Fang's pair of eerie nine-tomoe Rinnegan eyes suddenly erupted with a soul-capturing red light!
hum-

The red light, like a tangible blood-red arrow, instantly pierced Banner's bloodshot eyes!

Banner's rambling stopped abruptly, and he became like a puppet with its strings cut, his eyes instantly becoming unfocused and frozen, leaving only an empty blankness.

He remained frozen in that life-saving posture, clinging to the straw.

Bruce Banner's spiritual ocean world.

This godforsaken place looks like it's been plowed by a gamma storm and then roasted by the veterans of Uluru.

The shattered fragments of memory, like colorful shards of glass, floated and collided in the chaotic currents of consciousness, emitting a jarring noise. Anxiety, fear, and repression, like viscous, dark green oil, bubbled and emitted a nauseating sulfurous smell.

Stephen Fang is like an unpopular fish, swimming against the current in this murky and chaotic "ocean".

The red light of the Rinnegan swept over the churning aggregate of negative emotions, sizzling and evaporating a channel like a red-hot iron scalding butter.

Ignoring the screaming phantoms of fear and the twisted self-doubt, he went straight to the depths of this spiritual wasteland, to the only source of primal, violent, and extremely stifled life energy.

After clearing away the thick fog of self-loathing and panic of losing control, the view suddenly became clear.

A pool of water.

More accurately, it was a pool of viscous, bubbling green spring water exuding the primal, fishy smell of life.

The green was so deep it was almost black, so irrational.

In the center of the spring, a huge, silent, naked green giant was curled up.

The Hulk.

It curled itself up into a ball, like a child who had suffered a great injustice but had nowhere to vent it, its huge fists clenched tightly.

That rugged green face was filled with anger and resentment at being betrayed, imprisoned, and used as a tool, as well as a tangible, overwhelming sense of grievance.

"Hulk! Hulk is angry!"

Stephen Fang's intrusion was like throwing a red-hot iron ingot into a pot of boiling green oil.

Wow!

Hulk abruptly stood up from the spring, the viscous green liquid dripping down his bulging muscles.

His murky, bloodshot eyes were fixed on the uninvited guest, filled with a furious rage at the disruption of his peace and pure, undisguised hostility.

Stephen Fang floated on the shore, tilting his head, sizing up the naked Hulk who was soaking wet and bursting with rage.

After watching for a few seconds, he suddenly grinned, a smile that, under the red light, was a mix of amusement, mockery, and a nonchalant "I've seen your tricks all before" attitude.

"Tsk." He clicked his tongue, his voice not loud, but clearly piercing through Hulk's angry roar. "Talking to that beast Nine-Tails, even though it gets all pricked up and bares its teeth, at least you can still say a few words, negotiate some terms, and curse the Jinchuriki who sealed it as an idiot."

"And you? Hmm? Hulk?"

He floated forward half a step, and the tomoe in his Rinnegan slowly rotated, its red light intensifying, carrying a sense of oppression that pierced the soul.

"You're just an idiot driven by anger. Besides 'Hulk Smash!' and 'Hulk Wrath!', what the hell is in your head? You can't even figure out why you're so angry, can you? Frustrated? Wronged? Who the hell doesn't have frustrating things to do? I killed that purple sweet potato monster, then got chased like a grandson by that crazy woman from another universe. I just caught my breath, and then zombies came. I finally fought my way out of the zombie horde, and then I saw you giving up. What did I say? You're the one who's wronged? You're the one who has the right to soak in this spring and sulk?"

This barrage of sarcastic and deliberately offensive remarks was like pouring a ladle of ice water into a pot of boiling oil.

boom! ! !
Extreme anger instantly swallowed up that pitiful grievance.

It roared to the sky, tearing through the mental space. Its enormous green fist, carrying a violent will to shatter stars, churned up viscous green spring water and slammed down like a meteorite towards the tiny but extremely annoying figure on the shore!

however--

The fist stopped three inches in front of Stephen.

It wasn't that it wanted to stop, but rather that in this mental world, Hulk's devastating physical attacks were like throwing punches at a holographic projection—futile and ineffective—to Stephen Fang, this alien consciousness.

The force of the punch stirred up the chaotic flow of consciousness, yet it couldn't even touch a single hair on Stephen Fang's head.

invalid!

As Hulk stared at the fist that had passed right through the other man's body, a brief, almost blank, look of bewilderment appeared on his enormous green face for the first time.

Then came an even more violent, more pent-up rage, a furious rage that seemed to burst the creature itself!

This feeling of having no outlet for one's strength and no outlet for one's anger almost made it explode on the spot!

In the real world, the ruins of Avengers Base.

Time seemed to pass in the blink of an eye to Strange.

One second ago, Bruce Banner was staring blankly, muttering that Hulk was ignoring him.

The next second—

boom! ! !
A violent, chaotic, and destructive green energy erupted from Banner's relatively thin body like a volcanic eruption!

The sound of tearing fabric rang out, and Banner's white coat and tattered trousers were instantly burst apart by his bulging green muscles, turning into countless pieces of cloth flying everywhere.

The bones crackled and popped, making your teeth ache, and your body expanded and grew taller rapidly, like an inflating balloon!
In the blink of an eye, the lukewarm, terrified scientist vanished. In his place stood a colossal figure with bulging muscles, throbbing veins, and skin as rough as rock—the Hulk!

It took Banner's place, its huge, furious eyes fixed on Stephen Fang, who was right next to it, his eyes still glowing with an eerie red light.

"Hulk!!!"

The thunderous roar, accompanied by a substantial shockwave, shook the entire base ruins, sending dust swirling down.

Without any hesitation, without any tactics.

Only the most primal and direct catharsis!
The giant green fist, larger than Stephen Fang's entire head, with a ferocious aura that could crush everything, roared down towards the tiny figure below with a tearing sound!

Strange's heart leaped into his throat, and even the edges of his cloak of levitation taut with shock!

He wanted to make a move, but everything happened too fast!
Hulk's furious strike!
Stephen Fang is finished!

However, what happened next almost made Strange's eyes pop out of their sockets!
Faced with that devastating punch that could crush a main battle tank into a pancake, Stephen Fang didn't even lift an eyelid.

He didn't even adopt any defensive stance.

Just as the giant fist was about to strike, he casually raised his seemingly ordinary arm, which even looked a bit tired from the battle, as if shooing away a fly.

Then, spread your five fingers.

Snapped!
A soft sound.

It wasn't the cracking sound of bones shattering, nor the muffled thud of a heavy object hitting its target.

The voice was so understated.
It's like catching a plastic toy ball thrown by a naughty kid at a roadside stall.

Hulk's fist, powerful enough to shake mountains, was actually firmly and steadily grasped by Stephen Fang's hand, which looked no bigger than its knuckles!
Not moving at all!

The violent force of the punch vanished instantly, leaving only the frozen, incredulous astonishment on Hulk's enormous green face.

Hulk: ".?"

Strange: "!!!"

This scene, which violated the laws of physics and subverted the understanding of power, caused Strange's brain to instantly shut down.

He subconsciously rubbed his eyes, wondering if he had fallen under some unknown and powerful illusion.

Stephen Fang grabbed Hulk's fist, his face still bearing that "slightly weathered" and lazy expression, even with a hint of disdain.

"That's it?"

He pouted.

Immediately afterwards, he twisted his wrist! The movement seemed casual, but it contained a kind of exquisite and subtle flow of power that transcended the limits of physics.

call--!
The Hulk, a massive creature, was like a mischievous child being toyed with by an adult. His entire enormous body was propelled by an irresistible force, his feet leaving the ground as he swung through the air in a perfect, round, and even somewhat comical 360-degree windmill motion!

Hulk futilely swung his other fist in mid-air, letting out a roar of shock and rage, but he couldn't break free from the iron grip.

Then--

boom! ! !
A deep, muffled thud was followed by a violent tremor of the ground!
Hulk's green back slammed solidly and hard onto the cold, hard alloy floor!
Hulk lay on his back on the ground, his massive body twitching slightly in a daze. For the first time, his eyes, filled with rage and destructive intent, clearly reflected Stephen Fang's face, looking down at him with a hint of mockery.

That look in his eyes was filled with a bullying intent stemming from a pure, overwhelming power.

Strange's mouth gaped open, and his chin almost hit his feet.

The stark contrast of the scene completely short-circuited the mind of this magic master!
Stephen Fang looked at Strange's ridiculous, ghost-like expression and a wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Look at you, so naive and unsophisticated."

"It's not the Green Sorrow Emperor."

"This one in front of you?"

"If Thor had performed like that, things wouldn't have turned out like Avengers: Infinity War!"

He casually kicked Hulk's calf with his toe, who was still lying on the ground in a state of "Who am I? Where am I? What just happened?"

"This piece of trash dares to breathe on me?"

"I am—the only emperor of the seas! The strongest in the history of Central Continent!"

He paused, seemingly reminiscing about a moment of glory:

"Six Paths Saiyan!"

Meanwhile, on the other side, at the World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament.

The host, wearing sunglasses, announced:

"The next two contestants to appear both have tails! I'm sure everyone has already guessed who they are!"

"They are respectively"

"The Turtle School - Goku!"

"Turtle Hermit Style - General Yu!"

"fighting."

"start!"

(End of this chapter)