Even compared to those mountain-like Frost Giants, Hulk displayed an equally imposing aura.
Though he might have been slightly smaller than the leading Frost Giant, standing amid the frost and snow like a lesser peak, the power and endurance contained within Hulk were abyssal things that no number or unit of measurement could accurately capture or quantify.
What Hulk was most renowned for was his unique and mysterious ability: anger was power.
Unlike versions of Hulk whose size grew without limit with his anger, like a rampaging beast out of control, this version's rage was like a carefully forged sharp sword, transformed into increased density. Every inch of his muscles and every piece of his bones seemed forged by the power of stars, becoming indestructible.
Every punch and kick of his condensed the force of heaven and earth, like meteors falling from the ancient sky with destructive power, reducing everything in their path to dust.
Hulk's power was pure and direct. It was neither concealed nor refined, like a storm in nature—unrestrained and wild.
This power made him an impossible presence to ignore on the battlefield, a terrifying symbol that struck fear into his enemies.
"Roar!"
Hulk let out an earth-shaking roar, a provocation toward the Frost Giants and a declaration of his own strength.
That roar contained primal savagery and an unyielding will. It seemed to shake heaven and earth themselves, while the surrounding ice and snow shattered under the impact of the sound waves, turning into countless ice fragments that flashed with a cold gleam beneath the lights.
The Frost Giants were clearly drawn by this sudden challenger. They stopped in their tracks, their enormous bodies leaning forward slightly, as steady as mountains, their eyes gleaming with a mixture of curiosity and contempt.
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