The Pentagon, underground command center.
This was one of the safest places on Earth, but at this moment, the atmosphere was so oppressive it felt like it could be wrung out.
On the huge screen wall, divided into dozens of small windows, each displayed satellite images from different angles.
At the center of the images was Nevada's Black Rock Desert.
An abnormally large energy storm had turned all high-precision equipment data into glaring red garble.
At the heart of the storm, two small points of light, each collision caused the entire screen wall to flicker with static for several seconds.
"Bang!"
A fist heavily slammed onto the control panel.
The screen of the specially made military-grade tablet computer cracked in response, like a spiderweb.
General Ross, an old man with shining general's stars on his shoulders, had a livid face.
He watched the familiar green figure on the screen, who was currently being used as a punching bag by another dark figure, repeatedly battered between the sky and the ground.
"Get me the President!"
General Ross roared at his aide.
"I want maximum authorization! Maximum authorization!!"
"Bring out every piece of equipment we have! B2s, Tomahawks, Rods from Deleted! Whatever it is!"
He pointed at the screen, his finger trembling slightly from the force.
"Get rid of those two monsters from the face of the Earth!"
At the same time.
In the secret base of A.R.G.U.S.
Amanda Waller, the woman who controlled countless metahuman secrets, watched the same battlefield with an expressionless face.
She wasn't as furious as General Ross.
She just watched quietly, her dark complexion appearing somewhat pale in the glow of the screen.
"Ms. Waller."
An analyst reported nervously.
"The target's energy output… is still steadily rising."
"According to model predictions, he seems to… he seems to be enjoying the process."
"With each injury, his cells regenerate at a faster rate and become stronger. His body is actively adapting to Hulk's attack patterns, and… evolving."
Amanda Waller's lips were pressed into a thin line.
There were more and more strange people in this world.
"Is there… anything we can use to suppress him?"
Waller asked softly.
The analyst fell silent.
After a while, he painstakingly uttered a few words.
"Report, madam, according to the existing database… no."
Watchtower space station.
Members of the Justice League were also watching this earth-shattering battle through Batman's channels.
"Oh my goodness."
Flash, Barry Allen, slumped in his chair, still wrapped in several bandages.
He watched the screen with lingering fear.
"Good thing Clark arrived quickly that day, otherwise I might still be picking up my own pieces right now."
Wonder Woman, Diana, stood with her arms crossed, her expression serious.
As a warrior from Themyscira, she could clearly feel that each collision of those two points of light contained pure, ultimate destructive power.
Batman, Bruce Wayne, said nothing.
He just stood in front of the huge monitor, his dark cape like a statue.
For three days and three nights, he had stood there, his brow never unfurrowed.
"His fighting technique is very crude."
Batman finally spoke, his voice hoarse.
"It's all wild, without any method."
"But he seems to have infinite stamina and inexhaustible energy."
"And, he learns very quickly."
"Three days ago, he would sometimes be hit by Hulk, but now… Hulk can't touch him anymore."
"He's using Hulk as a sparring partner."
Clark Kent was not in the Watchtower.
He was currently above the battlefield, witnessing it all firsthand.
Black Rock Desert, bottom of the giant canyon.
"Roar!!!"
Hulk let out an earth-shattering roar.
His body had swelled to an unprecedented size, his skin was dark green, and visible green flames of rage steamed from his surface.
He roared, plunging his hands into the ground and forcefully lifting a large boulder, then threw it with all his might towards Tel-Rol in the sky.
That mountain peak whistled as it tore through the air.
"Hahahahaha!"
Tel-Rol laughed loudly in the air.
He didn't dodge, but simply raised a hand, palm aimed at the flying mountain peak.
A beam of white energy burst from his palm.
The giant mountain peak exploded in mid-air, turning into dust that filled the sky.
"Roar…"
Hulk's roar faltered.
His burning rage was like an engine that had been running overloaded for seventy-two hours, finally about to burn its last drop of fuel.
His strength was still terrifying.
But his speed of replenishing power couldn't keep up with the consumption.
He let out one last roar, using all his strength, and stomped his legs hard on the ground.
He transformed into a green meteor, flying towards Tel-Rol, unleashing his strongest, and final, punch of these three days and three nights.
Facing this all-or-nothing blow, Tel-Rol for the first time put away his playful expression.
A serious look appeared on his face.
He met it with a punch of his own.
An ordinary fist, and a fist burning with green rage.
The two fists colliding directly caused the surrounding ground to collapse, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.
Tel-Rol and Hulk stood facing each other.
The giant green body began to shrink rapidly at a visible speed.
The green on his skin quickly faded, revealing his original skin color.
Finally, Bruce Banner, wearing only a tattered pair of denim shorts, lay limp on the ground with his eyes tightly closed.
"Thud."
The battle was over.
Tel-Rol walked over and squatted down to look at the unconscious Banner.
He then looked at his own fist, which had only a slight scrape, and clicked his tongue.
The work jacket he had worn from Kent Farm had long since turned into rags, barely hanging on him, revealing his well-defined muscles.
"Finally… I've had my fill."
He muttered to himself.
He patted Banner's face, trying to wake him again.
"Hey, don't sleep, wake up and party."
Banner was unresponsive, sleeping like a dead pig.
Tel-Rol shrugged, then looked up at the devastated land they had created.
Canyons, lava, flattened mountains.
He made a rare comment.
"Hmm, this place is quite sturdy."
He lowered his head and said to the unconscious Banner.
"Since you played with me for three days and three nights, we'll leave it at that for now."
"You're a pretty durable punching bag. Next time, once you've recovered, we'll fight again."
After speaking, he stretched.
His entire skeleton let out a series of cracking sounds.
A power even greater than three days ago surged within him.
Awesome!
He felt himself grow a little stronger again.
He flew up contentedly.
In mid-air.
Clark Kent hovered there.
He hadn't closed his eyes for three days and three nights, his handsome face etched with fatigue, his spirit on the verge of collapse.
Beside him, a beautiful blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl also hovered.
The girl wore a blue and red battle suit, with a bright red "S" emblem on her chest, and a small red cape fluttering behind her.
She was Kara Zor-El, Superman's cousin, Supergirl.
She had rushed over from National City two days ago.
Now, she stood with her arms crossed, glaring indignantly downwards.
"Tel-Rol!"
As soon as Kara saw him fly up, she immediately rushed over.
She poked Tel-Rol's firm chest with her delicate white finger.
"Look at the mess you've made!"
"Do you know! Tony's repair quote for me could buy several small African countries!"
"And that pit down there! Are you trying to give the Earth a piercing?!"
Tel-Rol, with a mischievous grin, pushed her finger away.
"My fault?"
"That tin can himself said to go all out."
"Besides, he found the opponent; I was just the sparring partner."
"You!"
Kara's face turned red with anger.
She felt her fists clench.
Just as a Kryptonian civil war was about to erupt in the sky.
Clark, who had been silent, finally spoke.
His voice was hoarse, filled with endless exhaustion.
"Alright, Kara, stop talking."
"It's over."
Kara looked at Clark, who had a look of utter weariness, then glared at Tel-Rol unwillingly before reluctantly stopping.
Just then.
"Grrrrrr…"
An untimely sound echoed through the silent high altitude.
Tel-Rol rubbed his flat stomach.
He looked up at Clark, the arrogance and rebelliousness on his face instantly vanishing.
A pitiful expression appeared.
"cousin!"
"I'm hungry!"
"Let's go home quickly! I want to eat Aunt Martha's homemade apple pie!!"
Looking at his cousin, who was destroying the world one second and thinking only of apple pie the next.
Clark felt so tired.
He sighed deeply, deeply.
"Let's go."
"Home."