Hulk

"Ha ha..."

Zhan Liu was teaching his disciples when he suddenly heard a burst of wild laughter from afar.

Then he saw an Iron Armor fly over and hover above the Martial Arts School. Its faceplate opened, revealing Tony's face inside.

"Master, becoming a War God isn't that difficult. Look at me—I reached it in just a few weeks."

Zhan Liu said irritably, "Tony, flying in the sky doesn't make you a War God. You put on a piece of scrap metal and pretend to be one? Are you trying to make me die laughing?"

"No, no, no, Master. This armor doesn't have any flight function. It flies entirely through Magnetic Field Rotation."

Zhan Liu sensed it carefully and discovered that it really was Magnetic Field Rotation. By his rough estimate, Tony's Magnetic Field Rotation Realm had already reached the Tenth Heaven.

"Bullshit! That's too fucking ridiculous! How did you do it?"

"This is the power of technology!" Tony laughed loudly as he descended to the ground.

He took off the armor and stepped out of it. Zhan Liu then discovered that Tony's Magnetic Field Rotation Realm had dropped again, returning to its original First Heaven.

Zhan Liu suddenly understood. "So you can only unleash the power of a higher realm with the help of the armor."

"What does that matter? It doesn't affect the results." Tony grinned. "If you want to break through the realm limit of the Fiftieth Heaven Magnetic Field Rotation, all you need to do is put on my armor. You'll instantly become Sixty Heavens."

Zhan Liu immediately lost interest.

"This is a fake. The power you can unleash may be no different, but the problem is that this realm isn't yours. It can't strengthen your body. In the end, your attack power may reach a higher realm, but your defense will lag far behind. Likewise, you can't freely use the abilities corresponding to that realm, can you?"

"Well..." Tony rubbed his chin. "The current armor is still rather crude. I can keep improving it bit by bit. Those problems can definitely be solved in the future."

He was extremely confident, and Zhan Liu could not rashly declare that he would definitely fail.

After all, in the world of Marvel, Tony's technology was practically cheating. He had hammered out the first-generation Iron Suit by hand in a lousy cave, and in the comics, he had even created Celestials armor. Perhaps he really could solve those problems.

Zhan Liu considered it, then decided to let Tony give it a try. He encouraged him, "All right, Tony. This isn't a bad way to solve the problem. I don't know whether you'll succeed, but I hope you truly can."

Tony became even more pleased with himself and asked Zhan Liu to try it out as well.

Zhan Liu thought about it. He was rather curious whether the thing was really so effective, so he followed Tony's instructions and tried to put it on. Then he discovered... it was too small.

This Iron Armor was not the later Nano Armor. Its shape was fixed, and it had been tailored completely to Tony's body. Zhan Liu was much taller and sturdier than Tony, so there was no way he could fit into it.

Tony said awkwardly:

"I'll make one specifically for you later, Master. This armor actually has no combat capability whatsoever. It has no weapons and no flight propulsion system. All its internal circuits were designed to strengthen the magnetic field."

"Not only can this armor raise the Magnetic Field Rotation Realm of the person inside it during ordinary times, it can also help with cultivation and speed up cultivation progress. That's why I named it the Strong Magnetic Armor."

"For those who have cultivated Magnetic Field Rotation, this thing is a treasure. But for those who haven't, it is completely useless and worthless."

"I don't know why, but I always feel like I'm exceptionally inspired when it comes to making Strong Magnetic Armor. There are no bottlenecks at all when I research it. I made the prototype with ease. It's simply..."

Tony lightly tapped his forehead and hesitated. "It's as if this knowledge has been hidden in my mind all along."

The two were chatting when a massive explosion suddenly sounded from the city. Looking in the direction of the noise from the Martial Arts School, they saw a huge column of smoke soaring into the sky, reaching heaven and earth. Soon after, dense gunfire and cannon blasts seemed to ring out.

A disciple ran into the hall's lounge area, turned on the television, and switched to the local news. In the center of the screen, a huge Hulk was grabbing a car and casually swinging it around like a toy before hurling it at a distant helicopter.

The helicopter urgently climbed to evade it, but its tail rotor was still clipped. Trailing black smoke, it spun as it crashed down.

In the distance captured by the camera, large numbers of military vehicles and tanks were besieging the monster. Yet hot weapons such as guns and cannons did not hurt Hulk at all. They only made him angrier.

Hulk's fighting power was directly proportional to his rage. The angrier he became, the stronger he became.

The flies in front of him had annoyed him. He threw back his head and roared, bent slightly, crouched down, then leaped high into the air and came down butt-first onto the tank formation.

With a boom, the tank beneath him was instantly flattened. Blood seeped out in streams from its cracks, while the area around his landing point shook as though an earthquake had struck. A blast wave surged out, overturning all the surrounding tanks.

The army's morale immediately collapsed. A group of soldiers threw down their weapons and fled in panic.

Hulk casually grabbed a tank beside him and raised it with both hands, about to throw it at the fleeing crowd. Then lightning flashed, and a heavy punch smashed into his face, blasting both him and the tank into the nearby building.

Marvel's reporters were truly dedicated. The camera immediately zoomed in and began filming the figure wildly.

When the people in the Martial Arts School saw him, they erupted in cheers as well. "Second Apprentice-Brother! It's Second Apprentice-Brother!"

The person was Peter Parker, who had been passing through nearby.

He had decided to save people on the spur of the moment and had not prepared an Iron Suit or anything else beforehand, so his entire face was clearly displayed before everyone watching television.

But he had no time to worry about whether his identity had been exposed, because Hulk was charging at him again.

Hulk possessed no intelligence and fought entirely by instinct. The only thing he could rely on was strength with no visible limit.

With a roar, he opened with a punch aimed straight at Peter's head. His sandbag-sized fist came crashing down.

Peter activated Qigong and squeezed every ounce of power from the cells in his body.

"Current Drive, Ten Thousand Volts!"

An electric current rapidly flowed through his body and wrapped around him. From afar, he looked like a humanoid bolt of lightning.

With his left hand, he used the Ultimate Energy Conversion Art, redirecting all the immense force of the punch into the soles of his feet. With a thunderous boom, the concrete road beneath him cracked like a web and collapsed around him into a huge crater.

At the same time, he unleashed the Ultimate Endless Palm with his right hand and struck Hulk heavily in the chest.

"Hulk!" Hulk cried out in pain as the palm strike blasted him away and sent him crashing into the building once more.

But Hulk was truly tough. He climbed out of the rubble as though nothing had happened, shook his head, roared again, and charged once more.

Peter tried the same move again, intending to redirect the force, but the instant they made contact, he inwardly cried out in alarm.

This time, Hulk's strength was more than twice what it had been before. With Peter's current Martial Dao cultivation, he simply could not withstand it.

With a boom, Peter was the one sent flying this time. Like a skipping stone, he crashed through more than a dozen cars from one end of the long street to the other, landing not far in front of the camera.

Although Peter's physical constitution had also been strengthened by the Current Drive Realm, he had cultivated for too short a time and his realm was still too low. He could not endure an attack of this level at all.

The people in front of their televisions clearly saw Peter violently spit out a mouthful of blood, staining his school uniform red.