The green fist no longer slammed into a spatial wall as it had before. Instead, it plunged straight into an empty space.
The next second, Hulk's fist emerged right beside his own cheek.
None of its force had been dissipated. However hard he had punched, that was exactly how much force he took.
Hulk sent himself flying, smashing through several of Stark's luxury cars before finally coming to a stop embedded in the wall.
Stark: ...
Why was he the one taking collateral damage when those two were fighting?
As for Hulk, he had knocked himself unconscious with that punch.
His physique had grown considerably stronger, but he still couldn't withstand his own punch, because he hadn't held back at all.
Mercer flashed over to the unconscious Hulk. The Dark Saber appeared in his hand, blazing with a temperature of tens of millions of degrees, and he muttered as he swung it down.
"I don't mean anything by this. I just want to see how good Hulk's regeneration is now."
As his words fell, the blade severed Hulk's right arm.
Hulk's bodily functions were much stronger than before, but his flesh alone couldn't withstand a sudden blast of terrifying heat reaching tens of millions of degrees.
He would have had to coat his body in a protective layer of gamma divine power. Unfortunately, the current Hulk didn't know how, especially while unconscious.
The blade fell, and so did the arm. Mercer immediately put it into his storage space.
To keep Hulk's arm from regenerating into a whole person inside his storage space, Mercer even took care to wrap it in layer upon layer of spatial power.
Before their eyes, Hulk's missing limb began rebuilding itself at a visible rate.
The process wasn't fast, but it wasn't slow either.
It took