God Physique

Back in the top-floor office of Stark Tower.

Chu Hang took off his coat and casually tossed it onto the sofa. Something was burning inside him—not a fever, but a deeper restlessness.

His bones itched, and every muscle fiber felt like a tightened steel cable, stretched so taut that his skin hurt. He even had the illusion that his skeleton was a little too small for this body.

He walked over to the liquor cabinet, poured himself a glass of ice water, and gulped it down.

The icy liquid slid down his throat into his stomach, but it could not extinguish the fire inside him.

It was a kind of hunger. Not a craving for food, but a cellular-level need.

They needed energy, release, an outlet for this newborn power.

He closed his eyes, and his senses expanded without limit.

This felt a hundred times more powerful than the enhancement brought by the Super-Soldier Serum. There was too much information, too chaotic, like countless needles piercing his brain.

He could not stay here.

In a flash, he vanished from the office. The next second, he was already in his private training room three hundred meters underground.

Tony had built this place specifically for him. The walls were made of a composite of lead and Vibranium, capable of blocking all surveillance. In the center of the room stood a massive punching bag. It was no ordinary bag—its shell was made from a special alloy Tony bragged could withstand armor-piercing rounds, while its interior was filled with high-density polymer. It weighed over ten tons in total.

Before this, even when he went all out without using [Infinite Rage], he could only leave a shallow fist mark on it.

Now, he felt different.

He walked up to the punching bag, planted his feet,