Might of the Chengying Sword

Boom, boom, boom! Bang, crack! The fierce duel between the two men left the once intact ground covered in countless cracks and pits, a tragic scene within a radius of several hundred meters.

As evening approached, illuminated by the crooked glow of a broken streetlamp, Guan Heng pushed his speed to the absolute limit. His figure flickered and flashed, moving left then right like a phantom, effortlessly dodging the opponent's fierce attacks while counterattacking whenever an opening appeared, appearing completely at ease. Hulk roared repeatedly, swinging his fists and stomping, sending stone fragments flying and dust billowing. He remained incredibly enraged.

However, such an intense battle was a massive drain on both their stamina. Guan Heng and Hulk began to pant.

Guan Heng felt his stamina had been significantly depleted, while Hulk was gasping for air. Even though he had lost all reason, he could sense that this small man before him was no easy opponent.

It seems it's time. Guan Heng suddenly performed several rapid backflips, landing outside Hulk's attack range. He slowly drew the Chengying Sword from its scabbard on his back.

"Big guy, I have to admit, you're a rare and worthy opponent," Guan Heng said, pointing the Chengying Sword at Hulk. "But I'll end this fight with the next move."

In recent days, Guan Heng had been constantly pondering why the Chengying Sword was wrapped in a stone sheath. His conclusion was that the sword wrapped itself because its sharpness was too immense; ordinary cats and dogs were not worthy of being slain by Chengying's edge. Therefore, Guan Heng had to constantly challenge strong enemies until Chengying felt it could break free from the stone sheath. Only then would Guan Heng be able to slay everything.

The Hulk before him was indeed a good opponent to hone the Chengying Sword's stone sheath.

Guan Heng's entire body surged with energy, and incandescent light continuously flowed towards the Chengying Sword. Heat was constantly absorbed by the sword's body, and even stone fragments slowly fell from it. Unfortunately, the stone sheath showed no signs of shattering. Guan Heng shook his head. "With just this power, the Chengying Sword won't reveal its edge. However, it's enough to deal with Hulk. Come on!" Holding the Chengying Sword, Guan Heng's eyes erupted with boundless fighting spirit. "Let's see if you can withstand my full-power sword!"

"Roar!" Like a beast's instinct, Hulk keenly sensed that the glowing object in Guan Heng's hand could absolutely threaten his life.

As the scorching light continued to spread around the Chengying Sword's body, Hulk could almost feel a sensation as if his entire body was being slashed by sharp blades.

Suddenly realizing that the lamp of his life was on the verge of being extinguished, Hulk bent his legs slightly and forcefully pushed off the ground. With a boom, his entire body shot towards Guan Heng like a cannonball.

Suddenly! Guan Heng's lips curled upwards. The Chengying Sword in his hand had completely absorbed the scorching supernatural energy, and instead became unremarkable, its divine light retracted.

"Good timing!" Guan Heng roared, leaping into the air. "Hah! He's high above!" He clasped the Chengying Sword with both hands and, in the blink of an eye, struck Hulk's back with full force.

Amidst the boom of a massive explosion, the powerful impact stirred up clouds of dust. A massive dark silhouette crashed to the ground in the mist.

"Pain! Pain! Pain!" The intense pain caused Hulk to let out a beast-like, miserable howl.

At this moment, Guan Heng was leaning on his sword, kneeling not far away. "Damn it, I went too far." All his strength was nearly depleted. He didn't know how badly the other party was injured.

Looking back at the person who had fallen, the once massive Hulk had transformed back into the unconscious Bruce Banner. Guan Heng had intentionally avoided vital points earlier, only striking him to the point of injury and unconsciousness. He was quite satisfied with the effect of using the Chengying Sword to absorb energy for this full-power attack.

"The power is good. If adjusted properly, preserving some strength to avoid exhaustion, it can completely become a trump card," Guan Heng mused inwardly.

He glanced at Bruce Banner again. "Forget it, I won't take you back to S.H.I.E.L.D. You're just a pitiable person who can't control yourself. Why should I make things difficult for you?"

He picked up Banner, found a hidden spot, and hid him properly. Guan Heng casually took out a syringe. "Sorry, I have two little ones at home to feed. Letting you live and taking a tube of blood isn't too much, is it?"

After putting away the syringe full of blood, Guan Heng couldn't help but stretch. "My whole body aches. This is the after-effect of fighting with all my might. I can't overdo it in the future; I need to know when to stop."

First, he found a restaurant to eat a hearty meal and replenish his stamina. Then, Guan Heng rode his Motorcycle home, only to find Peter Parker sitting at the entrance, sulking.

"Hey, Peter, what's wrong?" Guan Heng asked, though he already had a guess.

"Hmph, I only found out from the news that a green monster was causing trouble in the suburbs this afternoon," Peter said angrily. "By the time I got there, the police had already cleaned up the battlefield. Why didn't anyone notify me? I don't even care about the S.H.I.E.L.D. people, but you're my best friend. You must have gone by yourself, right?"

"You're so disloyal, only thinking about yourself. Guan Heng, you're no fun," Peter said with a frown. "You don't even call me when there's something fun going on."

Guan Heng curled his lips. "In my opinion, you'd rather be a good student who studies hard than a truant superhero. Didn't you have an interest class today?"

Spreading his hands, Guan Heng continued, "Besides, this is such an easy job, it doesn't require two superheroes to act at once. Alright, don't be angry. I'll take you with me next time."

"Since it's already happened, Peter could only say helplessly, "Remember what you said. You must keep your word."

The next day, S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters, Director's Office.

Nick Fury was roaring at Guan Heng. "How many times have I reminded you? Superpowered agents must wear masks to conceal their identities when on duty! Don't forget you're still undercover at school. If anyone from the school sees you, our S.H.I.E.L.D.'s secrecy will be exposed!"

Fury shook his head and sat back in his chair huffily. "And that time at the Carnival, you and Spider-Man acted together. Quite a few people, including that Green Goblin, saw your face. We had to negotiate with the police countless times to cover up that Hulk rampage. Fortunately, it was in the suburbs, and the police had evacuated the crowds beforehand."

He tapped the table, and Fury said firmly, "Next time you go on a mission, especially in broad daylight in public, you must wear a mask to cover your face before you go out."

Guan Heng muttered softly, "I don't like covering my face and acting like a thief. Heroes need exposure to attract lots of girls."

Fury, spitting with rage, roared, "Shut up! Here!" He opened his drawer, took out a mask, and handed it to Guan Heng. "Don't think I don't know Chinese customs. You definitely won't refuse this mask."

Guan Heng took the mask, and his expression immediately turned serious. Holding the item with both hands, Guan Heng said with a wry smile, "Fury, you really are a China expert."