My Fists Are Plenty Hard, Too!

So satisfying!

Absolutely exhilarating!

Sure enough, sitting back and directing things from the rear just wasn't for me. My place was on the front lines, fighting!

Bronksky grabbed the barrel of a heavy tank and bent it with all his might. Just like that, it became his new weapon.

With this big hunk of iron in his hands, Bronksky was practically unstoppable.

It wasn't as if he'd feel bad if he broke it. At worst, he could just go rip another barrel off a tank.

Just then, a shell struck Bronksky square in the chest, making him stagger, but that was all.

Aside from being a little scorched, his chest was completely fine.

Looking down at his chest after the hit, Bronksky felt no anger—only delight.

He'd just taken a direct hit from a heavy tank's main gun and hadn't been injured at all.

The Blood God's blessing was incredibly powerful. What would happen if he earned even more favor from this deity?

At the thought, Bronksky looked toward Banner, who was also fighting on the battlefield. A flicker of jealousy crossed his eyes.

Why was that bookworm more favored by the Blood God and granted more blessings?

"I, Bronksky, will prove my worth too. I'll show the Blood God that I'm the warrior more deserving of His favor!"

He swore silently to himself. Every time he swung that enormous tank barrel, it was as if he were proclaiming his existence to the world.

The artillery continued pounding him, but it still couldn't stop Bronksky from advancing.

Meanwhile, Banner's battle as the Red Hulk was even more outrageous.

Most of the firepower on the field was concentrated on him, yet Banner wasn't injured. He didn't even grunt.

Banner ignored the artillery hitting him, which barely stung, and focused solely on raising his warhammer to attack the troops before him without mercy.

The machine-gun fire, heavy tank shells, and rockets launched from attack helicopters created a truly spectacular scene.

Attacks on this scale were rarely seen even in the war-torn Middle East.

Under the fierce, relentless bombardment, the only real effect was that Banner's attacks grew even more savage.

What was more, because Banner and Bronksky were fighting so valiantly, Xia Ling blessed them once again.

Crimson light descended from the sky and flowed into their bodies.

Banner and Bronksky roared toward the heavens. Their muscles swelled, and armor covered their bodies.

Their strength soared, and their defenses grew even stronger. The two warriors, already fierce, became even more unstoppable.

Using soldiers as weapons to mow down the enemy was nothing special anymore. A true warrior would hoist a tank, leap into the air, and swat attack helicopters out of the sky like flies. Then, upon landing, he'd stomp the ground in a war stomp, killing scores of soldiers and wrecking countless vehicles!

"How can this be? How is this possible?"

General James stared wide-eyed at the two men rampaging through his troops as if possessed by gods and demons.

Ross's face was equally grim, his expression as dark as a stormy sea.

Even though he'd fought the Hulk many times, he'd never seen anything like this.

The Red Hulk was already terrifying enough, but after joining Banner, Bronksky had become just as fearsome. The former soldiers behind them might not have measured up to the two of them,

but the power they'd unleashed surpassed even that of the elite.

Even someone who knew nothing about military matters could see that the troops would soon be routed. No—that they would be wiped out.

"Ross, do you have any other way to defeat Banner?"

General James was completely out of options. All he could do was hope that Ross, Banner's longtime adversary, could come up with a way to resolve the crisis.

He'd never fought Banner himself and had no idea how powerful the man had become. But perhaps Ross, who'd fought Banner many times, had a solution?

Faced with this unprecedented situation on the battlefield, General Ross furrowed his brow.

As the Hulk's longtime adversary, Ross knew all too well that the Green and Red Hulks were nearly impossible to stop. He'd just seen how much power the so-called blessings of their Blood God could give them.

Especially that strange red light from moments ago—it had probably been a second blessing from the Blood God.

A single blessing had already made them unstoppable. If they were blessed a second time...

"General James, I think we need to retreat immediately. If we don't, we can forget about getting out of here."

Though the words tasted bitter, Ross gritted his teeth and said them anyway.

There was no helping it. The operation had failed. All they could do now was figure out how to leave with some dignity.

"Oh? Are you saying you have no way to stop them?"

Ross was deeply reluctant, but still gritted his teeth and replied, "That's right, General. The situation is beyond saving. We need to retreat now."

"I see."

General James muttered, then his gaze suddenly sharpened.

"Ross, due to your errors in command, which led to heavy losses among our troops, I'm relieving you of your command. Afterward, you'll be turned over to a military tribunal."

"W-what?"

Ross stared at General James in disbelief. What had that bastard just said? He was going to send him before a military tribunal?

"Men, arrest him!"

General James's voice rang across the battlefield. Several fully armed soldiers rushed forward and surrounded Ross.

General Ross froze. He'd never imagined that, at such a critical moment, he'd be stripped of his command over a lost battle and even face a military tribunal. He tried to struggle, but reason told him that resisting now would only make things worse.

"James, what are you doing? We need to stand together and fight the enemy, not turn on each other!"

Ross roared furiously, his voice filled with frustration and despair.

General James remained unmoved. He looked at Ross coldly, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes.

"Ross, I've always respected your abilities, but you can't escape blame for this failure. I suspect you have some secret connection to Banner.

"Why did Banner let you go before? And why did you think your daughter could persuade him?"

Ross immediately understood. James was trying to dump all the blame on him and keep himself out of it!

"Fuck! You expect me to take all the blame?"

James frowned. "Sorry, I don't understand what you're talking about. But from this moment on, everything you say and do will be entered as evidence. You can explain it to the judge in court."

Ross's eyes were bloodshot with rage. "Fine! You're afraid of Banner and Bronksky, but you're not afraid of me? My fists are plenty hard, too!"