My Fists Aren't Exactly Soft!

Awesome!

So exhilarating!

As expected, sitting behind the lines and commanding just isn't for me. Only fighting on the front lines is where I belong!

Bronksky grabbed the cannon of a heavy tank and bent it with a heave, turning it into his new weapon.

Wielding this massive "iron hunk," Bronksky was practically unstoppable.

After all, he wouldn't feel bad even if it broke; he could just take another tank and rip off another cannon.

Just then, a shell hit Bronksky square in the chest, staggering him, but that was all.

Other than a scorch mark on his chest, he was completely unharmed.

Looking at his chest, which had been hit by artillery, Bronksky didn't get angry; instead, he was delighted.

He had been hit directly by the main cannon of a heavy tank and wasn't injured.

The Blood God's blessing was truly powerful. What would happen if he could gain even more favor from this God?

Thinking this, Bronksky glanced at Banner, who was also fighting on the battlefield, a flicker of jealousy crossing his eyes.

Why did that bookworm get more favor from the Blood God and receive more blessings?

"I, Bronksky, will also prove my worth! I will prove to the Blood God that I am the warrior most worthy of His favor!"

He vowed silently in his heart, each swing of the massive cannon barrel as if he were announcing his existence to the world.

Artillery fire continued to rain down on him, yet it couldn't stop Bronksky's advance.

Meanwhile, on Banner's side, the Red Hulk's combat was even more exaggerated.

Most of the battlefield's firepower was concentrated on him. Not only was Banner unharmed, but he didn't even grunt.

Banner ignored the harmless artillery fire landing on him, focusing solely on lifting his warhammer and launching a ruthless assault on the army before him.

The scene created by machine-gun fire, heavy tank shells, and rocket attacks from attack helicopters was truly spectacular.

This level of attack was rarely seen, even in the war-torn Middle East.

As the fierce and dense barrage of shells rained down, it had no effect other than making Banner's attacks even more ferocious.

Not only that, but because Banner and Bronksky fought so bravely, Xia Ling bestowed his blessings upon them once more.

Blood-red light descended from the sky, entering their bodies.

Banner and Bronksky roared towards the sky, their muscles growing even larger, their bodies covered in armor.

Not only did their strength increase dramatically, but their defense also reached a new level, making the already ferocious duo even more unstoppable.

Grabbing soldiers' bodies as weapons to sweep away the enemy was no longer enough. Grabbing tanks and then leaping up to swat down attack helicopters like flies, and then stomping on them as they fell, killing large numbers of soldiers and destroying numerous vehicles, that's what a warrior does!

"How can this be? How could this happen?"

General James watched in disbelief as the two figures, seemingly possessed by gods or demons, ravaged his troops. His eyes were wide open.

Ross also wore a grim expression, his face as dark as water.

Even though he had fought the Hulk many times, he had never witnessed such a scene.

The current Red Hulk was already outrageous enough, but Bronksky, after defecting to Banner, had become this terrifying. As for the former soldiers behind them, although they weren't as powerful as the duo, their explosive strength was far superior to that of elite troops.

Even someone with no military knowledge could see that before long, the troops would be routed. No, they would be annihilated.

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

General James was completely out of ideas and could only place his hope on Ross, Banner's old adversary, to come up with a solution to the current situation.

He had never fought Banner before and didn't know the extent of his power, but perhaps Ross, who had fought Banner many times, had a way?

Facing this unprecedented battlefield situation, General Ross frowned deeply.

As the Hulk's old rival, Ross knew very well that the power of the Green and Red Hulks was almost unstoppable. He had just witnessed how much power the so-called blessings of the Blood God they believed in could grant him.

Especially just now, that strange red light was very likely the Blood God's second blessing.

One blessing already made them unstoppable; what about a second blessing?

"General James, I think we need to retreat immediately. If we don't retreat now, we won't be able to leave this place."

Although it was humiliating, Ross gritted his teeth and said this.

There was no other choice; the operation had failed. Now, all they could consider was how to leave with dignity.

"Oh, so you're saying you have no way to stop them?"

When asked this, despite his reluctance, Ross gritted his teeth and replied, "That's right, General. The situation is irreversible. We need to retreat quickly."

"I see."

General James muttered, and then his eyes suddenly sharpened.

"Ross, due to your command errors, which have resulted in heavy troop losses, I am relieving you of your command. You will then be handed over to a military tribunal."

"Wh-what?"

Ross stared at General James in disbelief. What had the bastard just said? That he was going to be court-martialed?

"Guards, arrest him!"

General James's voice echoed across the battlefield. Several fully armed soldiers quickly stepped forward, surrounding Ross.

General Ross was stunned. He never imagined that at such a critical juncture, he would be stripped of his command and even face a court-martial for a single battle's failure. He tried to struggle, but his reason told him that resisting now would only make things worse.

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

Ross roared in anger, his voice filled with unwillingness and despair.

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

"Ross, I've always recognized your abilities, but you bear a heavy responsibility for this failure. I suspect you have a hidden connection with Banner.

Why did Banner let you go before, and why did you think your daughter could persuade Banner?"

Ross immediately understood. James was trying to push all the blame onto him to absolve himself!

"Fuck! You want me to take all the responsibility?"

James frowned. "I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're saying, but from now on, everything you say and do will be used as evidence in court. You can explain yourself to the judge there."

Ross's eyes turned red with anger. "Fine! You're afraid of Banner and Bronksky, but you're not afraid of me? My fists are just as hard!"