When a Melee Physical Class Faces a Physically Immune Monster (Revised)

"Good afternoon, viewers. I'm reporter Canberra, and as you can see, I'm here on the streets of Manhattan's food district in New York, bringing you a live broadcast. Please, look behind me."

A beautiful female reporter holding a microphone faced the camera, while beside her, panicked crowds fled in chaos, bumping into her as they ran. Yet she kept chattering into the mic, utterly unfazed by the stampede or the occasional collisions.

As the camera panned, two blurry giant figures could be seen fighting in the distance, accompanied by explosions and the roar of flames. But since the lens was focused on the reporter, the viewers at home couldn't make out the scene too clearly.

"Oh my God! Canberra! Watch out! Get down!"

Reporter Canberra was about to turn and describe the battle to the audience when she heard the cameraman shout at her.

The camera shook, and viewers caught a glimpse of a car flying over Canberra's head. Thankfully, the lucky reporter seemed unharmed—though a bit disheveled, that was certain.

Canberra was a special correspondent for a New York TV station. Today, she was supposed to be conducting a routine live street survey on the new federal bill to boost the station's pathetic ratings.

Everything had been going smoothly; the survey was nearly done. But just as it was about to wrap up, a giant green humanoid monster leaped out of a building. Before Canberra could react, this bony, rib-protruding green beast began rampaging and slaughtering through the street.

At first, Canberra panicked like everyone else, thinking only of escape. But when another green muscular monster dropped from the sky and started fighting the spiky gray-green one, she suddenly realized she couldn't—and shouldn't—run.

This was huge news! If she seized this chance, promotions, raises, fame—all those honors would be within reach! She could finally shed her embarrassing status as a pretty-face reporter who was just there for decoration.

So, she had to risk everything for this broadcast! Even if it cost her life, she'd stream it all! As for the survey? Let it go to Satan!

The camera shook again as the cameraman apparently stood up and adjusted the lens. Canberra repositioned herself before the restored image, half-turned, and signaled for the cameraman to focus on the distant fight.

"Viewers, do you see that? Look at those two monsters! Oh my God!"

Canberra screamed as a broken car door, hurled by one of the battling green monsters, came whistling toward her.

Thankfully, it slammed into a lamppost, bending it and veering off course into a shop window, trashing the tidy store. She had no idea if anyone inside was hurt, but Canberra couldn't dwell on it. She just pushed through the panicked crowd, urging the cameraman to keep filming the fight, and occasionally stepped into the frame to add commentary, seizing every chance to boost her fame.

The spiky green giant fighting the Hulk was originally Emil Blonsky. Before today, the military had injected him with gamma radiation twice, giving him considerable strength, but he was still unsatisfied—it paled in comparison to the Hulk's power. He wanted more.

So, after forcing Dr. Sterns (Mr. Blue) to inject him with the Hulk's super-serum, he became this: a giant matching the Hulk in size, with immense strength.

But he didn't turn into a rage-driven monster like the Hulk. He was still Emil Blonsky, his mind clear, fully aware of the massive changes in his body and the endless power surging through him. It was an incredible feeling of expansion! Emil Blonsky felt like a god! Like he could dominate everything!

So, with this new power, he needed to let loose—to vent the infinite energy inside him and show those foolish mortals his transcendent strength.

Emil Blonsky roared and charged forward, punching the Hulk flying with a single blow. Before the Hulk could land, he lunged, grabbed his head, and slammed him hard into the ground.

"What? Is that all you've got?"

Stepping on the Hulk's chest, Emil Blonsky laughed contemptuously.

He had not only immense power and a clear mind but also the combat skills honed from years as a military spy. This was nothing like the Hulk, who was driven by rage and fought on instinct alone. So, in the short time since the Hulk jumped from the plane, Blonsky had beaten him senseless.

"You don't deserve this power!"

Emil Blonsky grabbed the Hulk's leg and flung him across the street, then yanked a car and hurled it at him. The Hulk stood up and knocked it away with an elbow.

But Emil Blonsky didn't care. He planned to toy with the Hulk, mocking him while getting used to his new strength. For training, no one was better than this Hulk.

He grabbed another car and threw it, but the Hulk punched it away again. The car flew like a toy, crashing into a distant shop and exploding violently. As Blonsky reached for another, the Hulk charged, tackling him around the waist. The force and inertia sent them both tumbling into a corner across the street.

"You bastard!"

Emil Blonsky used a standard counter-wrestling move to break free, pinning the Hulk beneath him. He grabbed the Hulk's neck with his left hand and raised his right, then—Bam!—a heavy hook punch slammed into the Hulk's jaw.

The Hulk, with strength equal to Blonsky's but only beastly instincts, was no match for the former KGB agent. Blonsky had not only matching power but a sharp mind and vast combat experience. A few hooks left the Hulk dazed.

"Roooar!!!"

Just as Emil Blonsky prepared to land more punches, he heard a beastly roar behind him.

He turned instinctively to see a flaming toy bear with a fanged maw roaring at him. It charged at high speed, radiating waves of searing heat that even Blonsky and the Hulk could feel. The bear raised a claw and swatted both green giants into a wall, leaving two massive human-shaped holes.

"Oh! Damn it! What the hell is this?"

Blonsky, embedded in the wall, stared incredulously at the flaming claw mark on his chest. It hurt like hell! This new flaming bear confused him.

What was this thing? A burning toy bear? Oh God! And that damn bear dared to taunt him by wiggling its claw? Unforgivable!

After swatting away the two green... orcs? Tibbers tilted its massive, grotesque head and beckoned with a claw. Six years! Ever since Annie caught it as a pet when she was two, it had been trapped in that toy bear for six whole years! Now it finally had a second chance to stretch its legs. Today, it planned to have fun—no quick finish like with that old dragon!

Provoked, Blonsky struggled out of the wall, grabbed a lamppost, and charged at the flaming bear, ignoring the Hulk for now.

As Blonsky charged, the Hulk also crawled out of the collapsed wall. Still in a dazed, beastly state, the Hulk knew Blonsky was an enemy to defeat. And this flaming bear that had just swatted him was also an enemy—it burned him! It was all enemies, and all enemies were targets for the Hulk.

Compared to the smaller, spiky Blonsky, the taller, fiercer, flaming bear drew more aggro from the Hulk.

So the Hulk overtook Blonsky and charged the bear first. Ignoring the pain from the bear's flames, he pounded its belly with punch after punch. His immense force left deep dents in the bear's stomach, and with each hit, more flames burst from the bear's stitched seams and fanged mouth.

Seeing the Hulk attack first, Blonsky hesitated for a second, then followed.

He figured it was safer to kill this strange bear first. But he was cautious—unlike the Hulk, he didn't rush into the flames. Instead, he swung the steel lamppost, leaped with a roar, and smashed it down on the bear's head. One blow flattened its skull...

That should be dead, right? Blonsky thought, watching the bear's crushed head. Even a monster couldn't survive a hit to such a vital spot. To be sure, he slammed the lamppost down a few more times. Die already!

After the lamppost broke, Blonsky stopped. He looked at the bear with its caved-in head, then at the Hulk still pounding its belly, unsure what to do next—tear the bear apart or finish off the Hulk?

"Roooar!!!"

As Blonsky hesitated and the Hulk kept attacking, the toy bear let out a thunderous roar. Its flaming claw swatted both green giants away again. As they flew off, the bear's head and belly inflated back to normal, as if never damaged.

Hmph! Annie sat on a G.G. sign, swinging her legs, watching the fight with a disdainful pout.

She knew her little bear Tibbers was just playing with the two green giants. No one knew Tibbers' strength better than her. But if Tibbers wanted to play, let it. Annie hated those green monsters anyway! Let Tibbers have its fun first!

Tibbers is a Shadow Bear; its true form is actually pure shadowflame energy, and the toy bear skin on the outside is merely magical material Annie forcibly sewed onto it! This material is not only a container holding Tibbers but also a sealing artifact that constantly restrains Tibbers! Under the dual effect of this artifact and the contract, only when Annie agrees can it transform from the immobile little toy bear Tibbers into the massive, fierce, and freely moving flame giant bear Tibbers!

These two idiots! Are they green ogres? Brains not working? Do they actually think they can deal with me using fists and iron rods? How ridiculous! Tibbers bared his wide mouth, casually patting his belly with a flaming claw! Their attacks didn't even scratch the magic-enchanted material binding him, let alone harm his shadow true form!

Everyone on the Valoran Continent knows that any shadow creature is immune to physical attacks! Eliminating a shadow creature isn't too easy, but it's not too hard either. Whether it's a shadow creature, a magical creature, or an elemental creature, the best way to deal with them is to use magic. It can be any type of magic they're not immune to, or of course, magical weapons or temporarily enchanted weapons!

But clearly, the two green giants before him are pure, unadulterated physical tank classes, commonly known as tanks plus physical DPS. They have no magical attack ability, no magical weapons, and certainly no group of healers or druids as support classes to enchant them or buff them!

If viewed from a game perspective, it's easy to see: the attacks from the two green giants, Hulk and Blonsky, land on the toy bear with a loud noise, but the result is all immune! Immune! Immune! Whether they punch or swing a lamppost, the result is all immune!

But the toy bear's counterattacks can tear their skin open, and the shadowflame can scorch them unbearably! Although compared to the green giants' powerful vitality, this damage isn't too high, it still adds up over time. No matter how high the green giants' defense or how strong their life force, even if they're called undying cockroaches, when facing this shadowflame creature toy giant bear that came out of nowhere, they can only be ruthlessly swatted away by Tibbers time and again. After a series of bear claws, each ends up pinned under a flaming bear leg's claws, suffering the torment of bear claws as their final fate...

After half an hour of battle (beating), the knockoff green giant Blonsky had already fallen unconscious under Tibbers' giant claws and flames. Because Blonsky still has human consciousness, under the immense pain of flames roasting his very soul, his body's automatic protection mechanism caused him to fall into a protective coma!

As for the genuine, beast-rage-driven green giant Hulk, he curled up, clutching his head with both hands, lying motionless in a pit. He only grunted a few times when Tibbers attacked him. Since he couldn't do anything to the shadow giant bear, and the shadow giant bear couldn't do much to him for the time being, he just let it be!

The beast-mode Hulk thought: the opponent's attacks can't hurt his bones anyway. Sure, the claws cutting his skin hurt like hell, and the flames were annoying, but they were far from taking his life! And his countless counterattacks couldn't do anything to the opponent either. So, let it be. Let it beat him up for a while. Maybe it'll leave on its own after a bit?

This was the posture the beast-mode green giant Hulk showed after admitting defeat. Even stray dogs tuck their tails and play dead when they lose a fight. So what if the green giant hugged his head and lay still, admitting defeat? Can shame or face be eaten? He was already green from head to toe, so how could he care about face? Besides, Hulk was still dominated by beastly thinking at the moment! So, for now, let it be!