The Enraged Hulk

Banner headed northeast through Central Circle Street—the exact opposite direction from where Aeneas had gone.

So if Banner wanted to find his master, it would take some time.

"Damn it! Where is my master?!" Although Banner had temporarily taken control of Hulk's will, he was still shrouded in a tide of fury.

It could even be said that Hulk himself was an embodiment of rage!

And the angrier he became, the stronger he grew!

Banner crouched slightly and wrapped his arms around a massive tower beside him. All ten fingers viciously sank into the stone structure. Once he had embedded them firmly, the ground began to tremble amid thunderous roars.

Banner had actually uprooted the entire tower from the ground?

Why was he doing this?

Many people in the distance saw a monster venting his rage—but why?

They had already recognized it as some kind of Animal Fruit, perhaps even the rare Human-Human Fruit. They kept their distance in fear, yet still failed to escape danger.

Because Hulk never needed a reason to smash things!

And he certainly never cared whether he injured anyone by mistake!

This was the enraged Hulk!

"Where is my master?" Hulk roared, but to everyone else, it sounded like the howl of a wild beast.

"Crack!"

Someone stepped on a branch at their feet. The sound was unremarkable amid the surrounding clamor.

But Hulk, the source of that clamor, immediately noticed the people hiding nearby and watching him.

"It's you!" Banner pounded his chest and stomped his feet, then leaped a hundred meters. His speed nearly broke the sound barrier.

To those lackeys, it was as though a mountain had come crashing down on them. In the next instant, they were reduced to pulp, with no chance to react at all.

"Ah—" Another man who had been fortunate enough not to be standing with them let out a piercing scream as he watched his companions die miserably.

"Where! Is! My master?!" Banner forcibly suppressed his rage as he looked at the snot-nosed man trembling all over, his pant legs wet. "Speak!"

Those final two words nearly scared the man shitless—and he had already pissed himself.

"What master? I don't know! Don't kill me!" The man had completely broken down, driven mad by Banner's terror. With a shriek, he actually fainted.

"Awwooo!" Banner howled at the sky, then leaped toward a more densely populated area.

"The monster is here!"

"Help!"

"Ah..."

Before long, Northeast Street in the northeastern part of Central Circle Street had descended completely into chaos. Wherever Hulk appeared, not a blade of grass remained. Everything in sight was destroyed, and every intact building and tower was smashed apart!

Every living person who moved was flattened!

However, most of the dead were Freemen. Many organized groups were still trying to figure out how to deal with Hulk.

"Boss! Boss! Boss!"

At that moment, in the underground structure below, a knife-wielding lackey hurried into a deep room.

"Gurgle, gurgle!"

The room contained many strange devices. Semi-transparent containers held liquids bubbling with eerie blisters, and a foul stench filled the entire room. The lackey nearly vomited when he entered.

"What is it? Why are you making such a fuss?" A voice came from deeper within the dark room. "If you damage my equipment, I'll melt you down. Believe me?"

The lackey shuddered all over, then stammered.

"B-B-Boss Kham, there's... there's a monster outside. He should be a Zoan Devil Fruit user. The brothers can't handle him." The lackey spoke cautiously, unconsciously shrinking back for fear of touching the terrifying instruments beside him.

"A Zoan?"

The lackey was facing Kham, the boss of the District 2 Underground Syndicate!

"First a Paramecia, now a Zoan. Have Devil Fruits become this cheap?" Kham was clearly displeased. "My experiment only has one final step left. Take Weapon No. 1, and take those dozens of cannons too. Blow that Zoan to death for me!"

"Yes, Boss!"

Having received his orders, the lackey immediately turned and ran.

Kham revealed one eye in the darkness. A mechanical arm extended outward, connected to half a torso.

Kham was actually a cyborg?

"If Bellamy hadn't plotted against me, how could I have ended up like this?!" Kham thought viciously. "The Lineage Factor has been completely ruined, but most of my body has barely been modified. It can still be used."

"Now, I'll make Bellamy pay the price in death!" A cold glint flashed in Kham's eyes. "No! I'll make him wish he were dead!"

"And if Weapon No. 1 doesn't work on this Zoan, then let 'them' give it a try..."

Kham smiled mysteriously and disappeared into the darkness.

Only the sound of bursting bubbles remained in the room.

Outside, after Hulk's frenzied smashing, he finally encountered a little resistance.

Although most of those participating in Tinos's Round Street Slaughter were a disorganized rabble, a very small number could truly be considered strong. If they went to sea, they would very likely earn bounties in the tens of millions.

But unfortunately, they had encountered Bruce Banner!

Hulk!

Bruce Banner!

"Rock-Shattering Kick!"

A tall man leaped into the air, wind swirling around his feet. Every time he landed, even rock shattered beneath him.

"It's Will the Rock Shatterer!" someone cried out, recognizing the man famous for his Shave Technique. Though he was not one of the three dark horses in this Round Street Slaughter, his strength was still not to be underestimated.

Of course, they did not yet know that Bellamy and Andorhal had already fought a duel, and Bellamy had killed Andorhal.

Only two of the three dark horses remained.

Will had trained his Shave Technique since childhood, and Rock-Shattering Foot was proof of his abilities. If one of his kicks struck someone in the head, it would definitely smash their skull to pieces!

Until now, no one had launched an attack on Banner.

Now, Will would serve as the vanguard.

"Die, monster!" Will shouted. His signature Rock-Shattering Kick descended from above with lightning speed, his heel aimed directly at Banner's green head.

However, Banner sensed a trace of danger above him. At the critical moment, he tilted his head, and the Rock-Shattering Kick landed on Banner's terrifyingly thick neck.

But in truth, he did not even need to dodge that kick.

Banner did not even feel much pain. Somewhat confused, he casually grabbed the outstretched leg.

"Crack!"

Banner directly crushed one of Will's legs. Every bone shattered, and the muscles were flattened.

"Ah—" Will let out a miserable, desolate scream.

But Banner did not care. He gripped the crippled leg and swung Will around like a club.

Will died.