A flicker of... perhaps excitement, perhaps an even purer desire for destruction, passed through its inhuman consciousness.
It abandoned its continued tearing apart of the base. Its massive head turned toward Hulk, its long neck covered in bony armor arching slightly as the ghostly blue light deep in its throat began rapidly gathering once more!
It intended to use that devastating breath to clear away this troublesome "little bug" first!
But Hulk, consumed by rage, reacted even faster!
Even bound by the deep sea, his strength—surpassing the limits of living creatures—remained terrifying!
Hulk, the embodiment of fury, was no longer merely a destroyer.
The icy, viscous seawater, thick as glue, relentlessly crushed against his mountain-like body. Every struggle was like throwing a punch through solidified concrete.
This boundless deep-sea prison did not crush his anger. Instead, it was like adding pure oxygen to a furnace—his fury was utterly provoked by the environment, transforming into a savage will to survive!
His thick legs drove deep into the base's warped alloy deck like hydraulic piles. He twisted at the waist, gathering all his momentum and boundless rage into his enormous right fist.
Target: the point where Norman Osborn's heavily armored head connected to its neck and shoulders!
No probing. No flashy moves.
This was the most primal, most brutal clash of power!
Boom—!!!
The giant fist, filled with destructive energy and carrying enough kinetic force to punch through a small warship, slammed solidly and without reservation into the target!
The instant his fist struck the bony armor, what erupted was not a crisp crack of bone, but a muffled thunderclap like a ten-thousand-ton forging hammer smashing into a superalloy anvil! The sound was absorbed and distorted by the viscous seawater, becoming a teeth-grinding, muffled hum.
Yet the force did not dissipate there.