Successfully Ignited Phoenix Constellation!

General Ross's expression was blank.

But...

His mind was in turmoil!

After confirming his suspicions with the lab personnel, a figure appeared in his mind.

Captain America, Steve Rogers.

Up until now, he was the only one who had taken the 'Super Soldier Serum' and possessed the strongest combat power known to humanity.

The military had never given up on replicating the 'Super Soldier Serum'.

But ever since Abraham Erskine was attacked and killed, the formula for the true Super Soldier Serum had vanished into history.

But one thing was certain.

The true Super Soldier Serum required Gamma Rays.

This was also the fundamental reason for the Hulk's creation.

Bruce Banner was previously a military scientist. During his research into Gamma Rays and the Super Soldier Serum, an accident caused a Gamma Ray explosion, leading to the Hulk's birth.

This gave General Ross hope.

Even if the Hulk was uncontrollable.

But right now.

A human who showed no signs of non-human characteristics.

Non-human reaction speed.

Superhuman strength and jumping ability.

The vanishing Gamma Rays.

General Ross was now certain that this intruder had come for the Gamma Rays.

And these three pieces of information, without exception, told General Ross one thing.

This was the super soldier he had been looking for.

So...

"Find him!"

"No matter the cost!"

General Ross's right hand clenched subconsciously. Looking at the Gamma Lab, which had already turned into ruins, his eyes held no anger, but instead, boundless excitement.

Hawk was unaware that he had already caught the attention of General Ross, the man who had once chased Bruce Banner all over the world.

However...

Even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

Because Hawk had already left Quantico, and wasn't even within the vicinity of Washington D.C. anymore.

Now, Hawk was at the bottom of a waterfall.

RUMBLE!

The waterfall poured down like thunder, and then crashed down with a rumble onto Hawk, who was currently sitting cross-legged in the water, naked except for a pair of shorts, his eyes closed.

But the moment the cascading water hit Hawk like falling rocks, it seemed to instantly vaporize, and endless white mist emerged from Hawk's body.

This was in Maryland, deep within Cunningham Falls Nature Reserve Park, near Thurmont.

It was rarely visited by people.

Hawk had been here for more than twenty days.

For the past twenty-plus days, Hawk, who had placed himself under the waterfall, had only been doing one thing.

Burning his Cosmo.

Within his Cosmo.

The constellation map of Phoenix, as if carved above his Cosmo, shone brilliantly, and the phantom of a fiery phoenix flickered within the Phoenix constellation map.

He wasn't in a hurry to return to New York City.

On one hand, it wasn't summer break yet. On the other hand, he planned to let things unfold.

For example...

Hawk wanted to see if, after he had caused trouble at Quantico, they could find him hiding here.

If they couldn't, it wouldn't be too late for him to return to New York City.

But even if they found him, he wasn't afraid.

This was a place he had specifically chosen. Within a five-kilometer radius from here, it was all primeval forest.

Rarely visited, it was truly a good place for killing.

The "little blacks" were creatures that respected power but not virtue. To make them submit, morality wouldn't work; only killing would. If they were killed until they were afraid, until they were terrified, they would naturally submit.

The military was the same.

As the saying goes.

When the U.S. military accuses you of possessing weapons of mass destruction, you'd better actually have them.

Why?

Because if you really have them, the U.S. military won't dare to attack you.

But if you pretend to have them, then I'm sorry, the U.S. military will strike with full force.

So...

Hawk specifically chose this place, a location unlikely for ordinary people to visit, as his hypothetical battlefield. He planned to wait for the military to find him, fight them on the spot, scare them into submission, and then dust off his pants and return to his New York City.

But more than twenty days have passed.

Let alone military personnel, Hawk hadn't even seen a single ordinary person.

However, it didn't matter.

Hawk's decision to linger here wasn't solely to wait for the military to find him; at least, that wasn't the primary reason.

He had his eye on the waterfall.

Hawk intended to use the waterfall to help himself break through and fully illuminate the Phoenix constellation in his Cosmo.

Hawk, sitting cross-legged in the water, closed his eyes, letting the thundering cascade of the waterfall hammer his body.

For these past twenty-odd days.

During the day, he used the resistance of the waterfall to continuously punch, and at night, he would seal his five senses, sit cross-legged in the water, and use the constant flow of the waterfall to temper himself while also trying to find an opportunity to touch the Sixth Sense.

To be precise, Bronze Saints cannot be called true Saints.

Uh...

Except for the five main characters.

Only Saints who have awakened the Sixth Sense and truly mastered it are qualified to be called true Saints.

Hawk wasn't expecting to awaken and master the Sixth Sense right now.

That would be unrealistic.

He just figured, since he was idle anyway, if he got lucky and could touch the edge of the Sixth Sense during this time, that would be great.

The Sixth Sense is a powerful thing.

Saints who awaken the Sixth Sense are entirely different beings from those who haven't.

It exists above the five senses.

Once a Saint awakens and masters the Sixth Sense, they possess infinite possibilities, such as controlling elements, predicting the future, telekinesis, flight, illusions, and more.

It is precisely because of this that Saints who awaken and master the Sixth Sense are worthy of being called true Saints.

Alas!

Let alone awakening it, he hadn't even found the door to the Sixth Sense.

Hawk in the water slowly opened his eyes, then, unmoving as a mountain, ignoring the oppressive force of the cascading waterfall, he slowly stood up from the water.

Hawk's Blood Essence surged, radiating heat, and wisps of white smoke rose from his body.

And within this boiling mist, a fiery red phantom of a phoenix flickered behind Hawk.

Yes.

A phoenix.

Although Hawk hadn't waited for the military or found the door to the Sixth Sense in the more than twenty days he'd been here.

He had still accomplished his main objective.

Hawk had now successfully illuminated his first constellation.

One of the forty-eight Bronze Constellations!

The Phoenix Constellation!

The next moment.

Hawk looked at the waterfall before him and threw his first punch, beginning his daily task of ten thousand punches.