Blonsky slowly squeezed the trigger, and an atmosphere of extreme tension filled the air, as though even time had frozen at that moment.
"Boom!" With a deafening blast, a high-explosive grenade traced a graceful arc through the air and struck Hulk squarely in the side.
The instant it exploded, flames scattered and dust billowed. The shockwave spread outward from the impact point like an invisible tidal wave, uprooting nearby trees and tearing grotesque cracks across the grass.
Shrapnel danced through the air like razor-sharp blades, slicing through everything in its path.
Hulk's massive body tilted slightly beneath the impact. Charred marks emerged on his skin where the blast had struck, but he recovered almost immediately, as if it had been nothing more than a harmless annoyance.
To Hulk, that kind of damage was indeed negligible—no more than an ordinary person being lightly punched, not even enough to count as a superficial wound, much less something fatal.
However, the attack successfully drew Hulk's attention. His green eyes locked onto Blonsky, who stood not far away with a gun in hand.
Blonsky did not shrink back because of Hulk's strength. On the contrary, an unprecedented fighting spirit burned in his eyes.
Without hesitation, he charged at Hulk. The grenade launcher in his hands continuously spat sparks of death as grenade after grenade carved deadly trails through the air, striking Hulk's enormous body one after another.
Each explosion made Hulk's muscles tremble slightly, but the wounds were swiftly smoothed away by his astonishing restoration ability.
Hulk was thoroughly enraged. He let out a deafening roar and began sprinting like an infuriated beast, each step making the earth quake.
Seeing this, Blonsky knew the grenades could no longer inflict effective damage on Hulk. He decisively fired his last grenade, casually tossed aside the empty