Earth’s Second Battle: Strongest Against Strongest!

An alley near the factory.

The curly-haired young man, the elite soldiers’ target—Dr. Bruce Banner—was desperately fleeing in every direction.

Beep, beep, beep!

Overheated from the intense exertion, Bruce furrowed his brow, his face filled with terror. The heart-rate watch on his left wrist began sounding an alarm, its reading climbing from over one hundred to two hundred!

"Don’t come out, don’t come out. Hold on a little longer!"

Bruce muttered under his breath, gasping for air as his right hand pressed tightly against his chest. His heart pounded powerfully within him, like a monster roaring in fury.

Under his whispered pleas, that monster seemed to be retreating…

But just then, two soldiers suddenly rushed out from the alley ahead, blocking his path. "Stop! Don’t move!"

Bruce’s expression changed. He turned to retreat, but footsteps and figures quickly followed, and the path behind him was blocked by even more soldiers in the blink of an eye.

"Hands up! Get down! You have nowhere left to run!" Emil stepped out from the group behind him, aiming his gun at Bruce as he spoke coldly.

"Don’t force me. If this keeps up, it’ll come out…"

Bruce raised his hands helplessly, his face full of fear.

With nowhere left to retreat, his heart-rate watch began beeping again. Its reading had quietly climbed past two hundred.

"What’s going to come out?" Emil frowned. Without thinking much about it, he instinctively pulled the trigger to prevent any accidents.

The tranquilizer round struck Bruce squarely in the neck. His eyes rolled back, and he collapsed unconscious from neural paralysis, falling face-first onto the floor of the dim alley.

Only the heart-rate watch continued to sound its warning. No one noticed that its reading had already neared the critical point of three hundred.

"Target down! Proceeding with retrieval." Emil reported into his radio, then waved a hand forward. Two teammates behind him immediately holstered their weapons and rushed forward with handcuffs and other restraints.

Click!

The two soldiers worked together to lock the unconscious Bruce’s wrists behind his back. At that moment, nearly every soldier felt that the mission was complete.

Just as they quietly breathed a sigh of relief, a terrifying mutation suddenly occurred…

Amid a dull impact and screams that tore through the night, the two soldiers in the darkness of the alley were suddenly hurled away. They flew more than ten meters through the air before smashing viciously into a pillar behind Emil!

A bead of cold sweat slid down Emil’s forehead. Turning around, he saw that the comrades who had been carrying out the mission with him moments ago were now piled together like two lumps of mangled flesh. They were unmistakably dead!

When he looked deeper into the alley, he could vaguely make out a huge bipedal monster standing where Bruce had fallen unconscious.

"Open fire!" Emil shouted calmly, aiming at the massive figure and pulling the trigger. The rest of his teammates fired as well.

For a moment, tranquilizer rounds filled the air, striking the monster’s body in the alley. Yet every single one bounced off, scattering across the ground like rubber bullets.

"Roar!"

The monster let out a thunderous roar. Its enormous foot came down, crushing the tranquilizer rounds on the ground into powder. Under the streetlamp’s glow, its true form was finally revealed.

"My God!"

Emil sucked in a sharp breath. What stood before him was undoubtedly a monster!

It had a pair of dim green eyes, the towering, somewhat bloated frame of a giant, and only a pair of black shorts on its body. Its rough skin was an ugly green, and its entire body bulged with muscles and veins. No one could doubt the terrifying strength contained within it!

It bared its teeth and roared furiously, as if it had been born for battle. Its powerful, violent aura far surpassed that of any living creature.

"General Ross. There’s a green monster here. What the hell is this?!" Emil forced himself to remain calm as he asked.

"That is tonight’s target—the Hulk."

General Ross’s sigh came through the combat earpiece. The moment he learned that the Hulk had appeared, he knew the elite soldiers’ operation had already failed.

"The Hulk…"

Emil had no time to think further. The Hulk charged forward, its footsteps making the ground tremble as it carried a lethal threat far beyond a rhinoceros’s charge.

"Retreat!" Emil shouted and turned to flee. The teammate beside him reacted a beat too slowly and was snatched up by the Hulk’s bare hand.

Emil had seen every kind of battlefield imaginable, but this was the first time in his life he had encountered such a monster. He had only sprinted ten meters when a piercing whistle of wind suddenly sounded behind him.

He looked back to see the Hulk, enraged, hurling his teammate’s body at him as a weapon.

Emil had no time to dodge and could only raise his arms to block. The force traveled into his shoulders with nowhere to dissipate, instantly sending even his own body flying.

Emil rolled across the ground several times, breaking who knew how many ribs before finally slamming into a wall in a bloody heap.

This was the Hulk. Even its casual strength was measured in tons. Ordinary people were as weak as ants before it, utterly incapable of withstanding a blow!

"Roar!!"

The Hulk roared angrily several times and took a few steps forward, approaching Emil as he lay twitching on the ground.

"Dying at the hands of such a powerful creature isn’t so bad…" Emil forced a crooked smile and closed his eyes, accepting his fate.

Yet several seconds passed, and he did not die. He opened his eyes in surprise.

The Hulk had stopped beside him. The shadow of its massive body covered him, but it did not even glance at him. Instead, it raised its head toward the night sky, and another emotion appeared on the face of the monster that had been furious all along.

Curiosity, realization, wildness, savagery, coldness, and soaring battle intent.

Above the night sky.

Kyle hovered low in the air, his silver hair tousled by the night wind. His golden eyes blazed brightly like flames, while his dark wings beat lightly, stirring up small white gusts of wind.

Kyle looked at the Hulk, and the Hulk looked at Kyle. The two stared at each other, no longer able to accommodate any other weaker creature.

Their auras drew each other in!

"So it was you." The Hulk spoke in a low, hoarse voice.

If Bruce Banner had still been conscious, even he would have been stunned beyond belief. The transformed state that only knew rage and destruction could actually speak one day!

"Come here!" Kyle smiled calmly and beat his wings downward, turning into a black shadow as he flew at high speed toward the nearby factory.

The Hulk bared its teeth in a savage grin, crouched slightly, and launched itself into the air with all its strength!

It erupted with astonishing jumping power, soaring dozens of meters without any momentum. It leaped over the alley and plunged toward the factory clearing Kyle had reached.

When it landed in the clearing, the concrete ground cracked apart under the unbearable force.

The Hulk stared at Kyle ten meters away and once again let out an irrational, furious growl, as though its earlier speech had merely been an illusion.

"Come on!"

Kyle took a deep breath and clenched his fists. Venom gave an excited cry as it covered his body in a biological outer layer, transforming him into a dark monster whose size and appearance were no less imposing than the Hulk’s!

This battle had no technology and no magic. There were only biological bodies mutated to their absolute limits!

This was the greatest clash in Earth’s history—strength against strength, speed against speed, physique against physique!

Like a Cretaceous spinosaurus facing a tyrannosaurus rex, yet fundamentally different! Because before this, both of them had been ordinary humans!