chapter 173 part 2
Steve Rogers flapped his wings; the vibranium-structured feathers on his wings, like sharp swords, slashed outwards!
Hulk, unable to dodge in mid-flight, instantly covered his eyes in pain and roared. Several feathers were deeply embedded in his arms, and fresh blood immediately flowed from the wounds.
No matter how thick Hulk's flesh was, under the onslaught of the vibranium-infused feathers, he still suffered quite a bit.
At this moment, Hulk was very far from Steve Rogers and completely unable to grab him. After losing momentum, affected by gravity, his body began to fall straight down.
Iron Man flew over immediately, "Will this fellow die from the fall?"
"Don't worry, he's very sturdy."
"Bang!" A deafening roar exploded on the ground. Hulk's enormous, heavy body, like a falling meteor, smashed a several-meter-deep pit into the ground.
Dust and rocks flew up, spreading all around.
But what was astonishing was that Hulk, as if nothing had happened, staggered out of the pit.
He first shook his head, seemingly trying to shake off the dizziness caused by the impact. Then he swayed his body, shaking off the dust all over him, and walked out of the pit with big strides.
He looked up at Steve Rogers hovering in the air, his large, bell-like eyes full of rage. Then he forcefully pounded his thick chest twice. The "thump-thump" sound was like an angry war drum, echoing all around, venting his current berserk state.
"Bruce Banner! Can you hear what I'm saying?" In mid-air, Steve Rogers waved his hands, trying to awaken the still rational personality within Hulk.
His voice echoed between the tall buildings but was largely swallowed by the city's clamor and chaos below.
Hulk's eyes flashed with a second of confusion, as if a faint voice in the depths of his mind was trying to break through the barrier of rage.
Suddenly, his neck began to swell abnormally, and his head also started shaking violently uncontrollably. His originally ferocious and angry face showed an expression of struggle and pain, as if two consciousnesses were fiercely clashing within his body.
"Big guy, calm down! Calm down!" Another relatively normal voice emerged from Hulk's mouth. At the same time, the rage in his eyes seemed to have diminished considerably.
But this struggling expression didn't last long before Hulk was again submerged by surging rage, instantly switching back to that terrifying, devouring berserk state!
"Hulk! Hulk!" He continuously chanted his own name, as if injecting more power into himself, then cast his gaze towards a row of cars parked by the roadside.
He rushed forward like a raging bull. His massive fists, accompanied by whistling wind, heavily smashed into a car, instantly denting and deforming its body. Then he launched a flying kick, his force directly sending the adjacent car flying into the air, tumbling and colliding with other vehicles.
A rather plump man who had just leisurely walked out of a coffee shop watched as Hulk picked up his beloved car like a toy, then like throwing bowling balls, violently crashed several cars around. He felt his world collapse.
Tony Stark saw this scene from the air, his face changed dramatically, his eyes under the Iron Man mask full of worry: "If this continues, he'll tear down all of New York! Think of a way, Steve Rogers!"
Steve Rogers frowned slightly. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "I really do have a way, I don't know if it will work. Wait a moment." With that, he vanished, speeding towards Hulk.
Iron Man watched Steve Rogers' vibranium wings glinting with a cold light in the sunlight as he charged straight at Hulk, feeling that equipping him had been an extremely worthwhile endeavor.
Hulk sensed someone approaching from above and suddenly lifted his head, his eyes revealing fierce intent.
He looked around, grabbed a Ford car, raised it high with both hands, and like hurling a siege weapon, desperately threw it towards the sky!
The car, imbued with immense kinetic energy, whistled as it flew towards Steve Rogers!
Steve Rogers saw this in the air. He wasn't flustered. He simply performed a sharp turn, and relying on the vibranium wing suit Tony Stark custom-made for him, he actually withstood this astonishingly powerful attack!
With a "clank" sound, the car crashed into the wing suit. Metal collision emitted dazzling sparks. The car was then bounced off, tumbling in the air as it fell.
At this moment, Hulk had already clambered up the adjacent tall building, using both hands and feet. His thick fingers tightly gripped the window edge. With a loud roar, he stomped hard on the wall, using the leverage to fly towards Steve Rogers like a projectile!
In the nick of time, Steve Rogers' black and white eyeballs were suddenly covered by a vibrant red. In his eyes, six mysterious magatama furiously rotated—Sharingan! Activated!
To ensure the effect, Stephen Fang also added the pressure of Conqueror's Haki!
In an instant, two invisible spiritual forces surged like a torrent towards Hulk!
Hulk's originally berserk movements abruptly stopped. His eyes instantly lost their luster, his expression became blank, and his body uncontrollably fell forward.
(How is this not Hulk anymore?)
Due to the inertia of his fall, his face slid rapidly across the ground, scraping a long trail of sparks on the hard road surface until he slowly stopped dozens of meters away, raising a cloud of dust.
"It's that effective?!" Steve Rogers saw this scene, his face full of joy, his eyes filled with surprise.
Tony Stark flew to Steve Rogers's side at this time, anxiously asking: "Did you take care of Bruce Banner's transformed creature?"
Steve Rogers's mouth curled up. A thoughtful look flashed in his eyes as he said something that left Iron Man completely confused: "What Banner? This is my Nine-Tails from the Marvel World!"
Under the powerful effect of the Sharingan's genjutsu, Hulk, who had fallen into a berserk and uncontrollable state, seemed to have all his strength drained away. His movements gradually slowed down, and the frantic glow in his eyes also began to fade, replaced by a hint of confusion and chaos.
Before long, his massive, mountain-like body slowly shrunk like a deflating balloon. His muscular green skin gradually returned to a normal human complexion, eventually reverting to the human form of Bruce Banner.
What was amazing was that after this heart-stopping transformation and fight, Bruce Banner's denim pants were still perfectly intact, skillfully avoiding all potentially embarrassing exposures. It was as if these pants came with some magical protective attribute, steadfastly maintaining his "dignity" amidst chaos and violence.
Even Stephen Fang couldn't help but exclaim, "As expected of one of Marvel's five great artifacts: the jeans!"
At this moment, the crisis was temporarily resolved, and the cleanup work naturally fell on Tony Stark's shoulders.
The car owners whose beloved vehicles had been tragically destroyed by Hulk's "poisonous hands" now gathered around, chattering away about their losses and dissatisfaction, their cacophony of voices intertwining like a swarm of buzzing flies, making one irritable.
Iron Man hovered in the air, looking at the excited crowd below, and sighed helplessly. Then he grandly waved his hand and said with his signature, unquestionable tone: "I will compensate all of you with a car worth double your original car's price, okay?"
As soon as this extravagant promise came out, the crowd instantly quieted down. The anger and complaints on many people's faces were instantly replaced by surprise, their eyes flashing with avarice and anticipation.
A rather plump fat man, upon hearing such a good thing falling from the sky, his eyes instantly widened. He eagerly pointed in the direction of his apartment building, his face full of fawning smiles, and shouted loudly: "Next time, can such an event be held at my house? You know, my wife always complains that the house is too small..."
As soon as he spoke, the people around him were first stunned, then burst into roaring laughter. The originally tense and oppressive atmosphere suddenly became relaxed and jovial.
Even Tony Stark himself was amused by the fat man's bizarre statement. "Okay, next time we'll fight at your place."
At this time, Stephen Fang came to Bruce Banner's side, observing him with a very curious gaze.
Bruce Banner, being stared at like this, inevitably felt uneasy, "Wh-what's wrong? I'm sorry, just now, just now the big guy inside me took control of me, causing all this... damage, I'll try my best to compensate."
"No, no, no, it has nothing to do with you." Stephen Fang stroked his chin, muttering in his heart,
'If Sharingan can control Hulk, then wouldn't I, this Uchiha, be able to perfectly cosplay Uchiha Madara?'
'Awesome!'
Wait, there's more.
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(end of chapter)