Fighting Hulk Bare-Handed, Infinite Portal Loops!
A massive body over three meters tall radiated an overwhelming sense of oppression.
Hulk's muscles bulged all over, making him look like a Primordial Beast that had emerged from ancient times.
After Banner transformed, a trace of reason remained in his subconscious, allowing him to distinguish friend from foe.
Although he had been slaughtering wildly just now, he hadn't dealt a killing blow to any of his Avengers teammates.
But things were different now.
He had just arrived when he saw Steve lying in a pool of blood.
A stranger stood beside him, with a scarlet chain firmly impaled in Steve's chest.
Dark-red Magic energy continued to churn around the center of the chain.
There was only one explanation for this scene in Hulk's eyes—someone was killing his teammate!
"Roar—!"
Hulk's eyes instantly turned blood-red, and his reason vanished completely.
Even more ferocious power erupted from within him.
The fatigue accumulated from the successive bloody battles vanished without a trace, and he moved even a third faster than before.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Every step he took left a deep crater in the hard asphalt, and even the surrounding buildings trembled slightly.
The Medical Apprentices had never seen anything like this.
They spent every day memorizing texts at Kamar-Taj and, at most, practiced meditation in their free time.
Watching a one-ton monster charge toward them like a heavy tank, not wetting themselves on the spot already showed remarkable mental fortitude.
Carter was a little calmer, but even his voice trembled.
"Ren, you can deal with this thing, right?"
"If not, let's get out of here! There's no need to fight him to the death!"
Ren rubbed his brow, speechless.
What kind of luck was this today? He had come to save someone and ended up running into a rampaging Hulk.
And the Scarlet Contract Chains skill had such a strange temperament.
Its offensive power was explosive, but its healing effect was painfully slow, leaving Steve unconscious even now.
Hulk had already charged right up to them.
Ren didn't retreat. He simply stepped forward and stood in front of everyone.
"Hey, big guy. I'm telling you this is a misunderstanding. Can you understand me?"
Hulk had long since lost his reason.
The angrier he became, the stronger he grew, and the emptier his mind became.
He didn't care what Ren was saying. He raised a fist the size of a cooking pot and smashed it straight down!
The howling pressure of the wind stabbed at their eardrums.
The air compressed under that terrifying force, letting out a sharp explosive shriek.
"You really won't listen."
Ren sighed and abruptly raised his right hand.
Rings of Raggadorr!
A gold-and-red Magic Shield instantly took shape, firmly blocking the blow overhead.
Boom!
Fist met shield!
A terrifying circular shock wave exploded outward with the two of them at its center.
Abandoned cars and chunks of concrete within a dozen meters were all sent flying by the blast.
Several apprentices were blown flat onto their backs by the gale.
When the dust cleared,
Ren stood exactly where he was, without retreating even half a step.
He even twisted his wrist and viciously thrust the Magic Shield forward.
Bang!
Hulk's massive body was actually jolted backward three steps by the rebound force!
"Hiss—"
Several apprentices' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
Was this even human?
Kamar-Taj's combat Sorcerers did emphasize close-quarters combat, and their physical fitness was far beyond that of ordinary people.
But no matter how much they trained, their flesh couldn't withstand a punch from Hulk!
Ren hadn't merely taken the punch head-on—he had even forced the monster backward?
And they called that a Sorcerer?!
They roared inwardly, feeling that the stimulation they had received today exceeded everything they had experienced over the past decade combined.
Ren brushed the dust from his hands, his expression calm.
"Your strength is pretty good."
"Too bad your brain isn't. You don't understand Magic, so what can you possibly use to fight me?"
If Thanos had been standing there wearing the Infinity Gauntlet, Ren would have opened a Portal and run without a second thought.
That man could forcibly shatter all kinds of Laws of Magic.
But Hulk?
In the eyes of a Sorcerer, no matter how high his pure physical output was, he was still just a musclebound fool.
Taking that punch head-on had simply been Ren's way of testing his current physical strength.
The result satisfied him.
"All right, stop fooling around. Go cool off somewhere."
Ren dismissed the Magic Shield and waved casually.
Hulk threw his head back and roared furiously. His legs suddenly exploded with force, and he charged forward again.
Boom boom boom!
The ground trembled once more.
Ren stood where he was without even lifting his eyelids, drawing a circle in midair with his right hand.
Just as Hulk reached the midpoint of his charge,
Whoosh!
The ground beneath his feet vanished out of thin air, and a golden Portal swallowed him whole.
Ren lowered his hand in satisfaction.
Seeing that the crisis had been resolved, Carter gasped for breath and hurried over.
"Ren, where did you send that monster?"
"Oh, nowhere special. I opened two vertically connected Portals in midair." Ren sounded relaxed.
"I'm letting him experience free fall, get some fresh air, and clear his head."
After speaking, Ren summoned the chains again and drove them into Steve's wound, continuing the unfinished treatment.
"Ding!"
"The Scarlet Contract Chains crave blood and are extremely agitated!"
"Healing efficiency has decreased again!"
Ren rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay attention to the system's complaints.
A few minutes later, he casually sliced apart more than a dozen alien grunts that approached.
Steve, who had been lying on the ground, finally let out a muffled groan and slowly opened his eyes.
When he first woke, his gaze was still hazy, but he immediately tensed up and warily stared at Ren in front of him.
Only after seeing the alien corpses scattered across the ground and the wounds on his body already covered in scabs did Steve relax.
"Did you save me?"
"Obviously." Ren dismissed the Magic.
Steve braced himself against the ground and stood up, his expression solemn. "Thank you for saving my life. If I ever get the chance, I'll repay you."
"But right now, I have to go find my teammates. We haven't finished killing this bunch of damn alien scum."
As soon as he finished speaking,
The communicator in Steve's ear crackled with static, followed by a burst of frantic shouting.
"Captain? Can you hear me?"
"Captain, respond!"
"Tony, scan the Captain's location!"
"I'm busy dodging missiles! How would I have time?"
"Damn it! I just saw Hulk go berserk and run toward the direction where the Captain disappeared!"
The channel descended into chaos.
Everyone was frantic.
If the endless alien army in the sky hadn't kept them firmly pinned down, they would have come over long ago.
"I'm fine. I've already come back at full health."
Steve pressed his earpiece and answered quickly. "I'm heading over to provide support."
Cheers of relief came from the team through the communications channel.
A group of civilians was trapped in the basement of a bank in Brooklyn and urgently needed rescue.
Steve had just prepared to sprint away when Ren reached out and stopped him.
"Wait."
Steve's expression turned solemn. "Don't worry. Once this battle is over, I definitely won't welsh on what I owe you."
"Don't misunderstand. I'm not asking for repayment." Ren shrugged. "I'm simply returning your big green friend to you."
As soon as he finished speaking,
Ren raised his right hand, pressed his thumb and middle finger together, and rubbed them forcefully, producing a crisp snap.
Whoosh!
A golden ring of light appeared out of thin air in midair.
A colossal green figure came plummeting down with a scream, smashing into the asphalt with a thunderous crash.
"Roar—!"
The moment Hulk landed, he habitually threw his head back and roared at the sky.
But when his enormous bell-like eyes caught sight of Ren nearby, the roar instantly lodged in his throat.
His tall body shrank backward, his gaze evasive and even carrying a hint of grievance.
Being weightless in free fall the entire time had been utterly worse than death.
Steve was completely bewildered.
What was going on now?
He had lived this long and had never seen a rampaging Hulk make a look like he had seen a ghost.
That green-skinned monster had always been a pure head-on brawler who dared to beat up even gods when provoked. Why had he become such a coward today?