Contest of the Strongest Creatures

Rocinha favela, Brazil. A cheap rented single room.

The room’s furnishings were excessively old and shabby, with peeling paint on the walls, yet the assorted furniture was arranged simply and neatly.

In the dim light filtering through the glass window, a curly-haired young man sat cross-legged on a small square grass mat, wearing nothing but a pair of loose shorts.

He controlled his breathing evenly and slowly lowered his eyelids, practicing an Indian yoga breathing technique—using abdominal breathing to slow his pulse and regulate his emotions and state of mind.

But shortly after closing his eyes, as his vision sank into boundless darkness, a green monster imprisoned within the cage of his subconscious let out an enraged roar at him.

Those green, violent, powerful cells filling his bloodline and genes rapidly corroded and infected his other red blood cells.

‘Huff, huff—’

The curly-haired young man began breathing rapidly, his face slightly twisted, the veins on his forehead bulging as cold sweat poured out and soaked his entire body. Though he tried with all his strength to suppress it, he was still on the verge of losing control of his body…

"Don’t come out!"

The curly-haired young man let out a low roar and abruptly opened his eyes. At some point, both hands had clenched tightly into sweaty fists.

He hurriedly looked at his left wrist, where a physical heart-rate monitor watch showed a number above two hundred gradually dropping toward a normal person’s rate of just over one hundred.

"It’s happening again." The curly-haired young man gave a bitter smile.

After hiding here in Brazil for over three years and mastering ancient yoga to blend into the local life, as long as he kept his emotions under control and did not get angry, he would not turn into the Hulk, that creature who knew only battle and destruction.

It had now been more than a hundred days since he had last transformed into the Hulk!

Yet for some reason, the Hulk, who had always remained quiet within him, had grown increasingly restless lately. It had begun consciously trying to break free and head somewhere in the west.

The west was America.

His hometown. The place where the people he loved were, a place he longed for yet could not approach.

But over the past two days, a powerful sense of unease had risen in the curly-haired young man’s heart. It was as if something in America was drawing the Hulk in, pushing his anger to the threshold of transformation time and again.

"No matter what, I won’t let you out, and I definitely won’t let you return to New York, America!"

The curly-haired young man took several deep breaths to calm himself. He wiped the sweat from his body with a towel and continued practicing Indian yoga to regulate his emotions.

A tiger lurked in his heart, yet he inhaled the fragrance of roses.

But if anyone dared provoke him, he would destroy heaven and earth!

Above the vast ocean, aboard an American giant transport aircraft flying toward Brazil.

Inside the cabin, the fully prepared armed soldiers sat silently in rows of seats. Their combat assignment had been changed to reconnaissance and logistics. Although the mission’s danger had been greatly reduced, it still caused these elite soldiers some mild dissatisfaction.

Of course, if they knew what kind of enemy they were about to face, they probably would not have thought so.

From time to time, the armed soldiers raised their heads and cast idolizing gazes toward one spot. There, accompanied by General Ross, sat only a silver-haired young man with his eyes closed in rest.

Kyle’s handsome face remained expressionless, but his heart was far less calm than he appeared. As the aircraft drew closer to its destination in Brazil, his desire for battle burned ever brighter, like a raging flame!

One mountain could not contain two tigers.

If Earth were compared to that mountain, then the only creatures in the world capable of serving as tigers through their physical constitutions were Kyle and the Hulk!

Never before had Kyle felt such a strong desire to win. After drawing the God Race Gene Card, he urgently needed an opponent of the same level to test himself against!

"Mr. Kyle, are you really going to face the Hulk alone?" General Ross lowered his voice and asked worriedly.

It was not that he did not believe in the Symbol of Peace. It was simply that the Hulk was far too powerful! So powerful that he did not even dare tell the elite soldiers in advance that the target they were being sent to capture was an invincible monster!

"I’m absolutely sure." Kyle nodded and opened his eyes. A blazing glint flashed through his golden eyes.

Strongest on Earth? I’m not convinced!

Around nine that evening.

Unlike the bustling major cities, the residential area beside the factories in Brazil’s Rocinha favela had already grown dim, and the local residents, exhausted after a day of labor, had mostly gone to sleep.

At this moment, several mysterious vehicles were parked in an alley within the residential area.

Inside one armored, camouflaged vehicle, the cabin was brightly lit and spacious, equipped with various technological instruments and several split screens.

Wearing a headset and holding a military radio, General Ross looked at Kyle seated opposite him. "There’s no mistake. Bruce Banner is inside his residence."

Kyle shrugged and suggested, "Have your soldiers go in first and see if they can capture him while he’s still in human form. If they can’t, it would be best to lure him toward the factory. The homes here are packed too densely for a fight."

General Ross nodded and issued an order through the radio, "All elite soldiers, bring weapons that paralyze the nerves and infiltrate the target residence for a coordinated capture!"

Upon receiving the command, the doors of the other vehicles immediately opened. Nearly ten fully armed elite soldiers crouched low with practiced movements and swiftly disappeared into the streets and alleys.

They truly were the best of the best. Under the cover of night, no one noticed their figures or tracks.

Emil rushed at the front. The darkness and narrow streets did not hinder his agile movements as he quickly reached the ground floor of the target residence.

"Woof! Woof!"

The large black dog tied downstairs noticed them and had barely let out its first bark when Emil reacted, aimed, and fired. The paralysis round struck the dog’s neck precisely, silently causing it to collapse onto the ground.

Emil waved his hand forward, and the teammates behind him immediately followed. Together, they quickly climbed the stairs to the third floor.

Bang!

After placing a small bomb on the door of the target’s single room and detonating it, Emil charged inside with his gun amid the flying splinters of wood and fired several shots at the bed!

If everything had gone smoothly, the operation should have ended there.

Emil raised an eyebrow, sharply sensing that something was wrong. He stepped forward and lifted the blanket, only to discover pillows underneath.

"The target escaped!" Emil reported in a low voice.

"Pursue him!"

That was General Ross’s command from the other end of the radio.

The elite soldiers immediately followed the trail downstairs and soon spotted a curly-haired young man in red clothes, carrying a backpack as he fled toward the end of the alley!

As though aware of what his own anger could cause, the curly-haired young man’s escape route happened to lead toward a deserted, enclosed factory!

At the same time.

Inside the command vehicle, Kyle seemed unable to remain seated any longer. He suddenly rose from his seat and directly pulled open the vehicle door.

General Ross looked at him in alarm and uncertainty. "Mr. Kyle, what are you…"

"It’s coming out."

Kyle said only that before stepping out of the cabin, his tall body disappearing into the darkness.