The fist of Abomination froze in mid-air.
A finger pressed against a huge fist.
The size difference between the two is like that between an adult and a toothpick.
But it was precisely this toothpick that stopped the fist of Abomination from slamming down with all its might.
Chen Mo stood still, his wisps of hair on his forehead being blown backward by the wind.
The paving stones on the street were torn off one by one, and wrecked cars on the roadside were lifted up by the blast wave, tumbling and crashing into shop windows, the sound of shattering glass echoing everywhere.
He looked down at Chen Mo with Abomination.
The sneer on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by an incomprehensible rage.
"Impossible."
Abomination gritted his teeth, and the muscles in his arms bulged again.
"I am the strongest! How could you possibly stop me!"
Chen Mo looked at its fist, then at its fierce-looking face.
"You?"
He chuckled. "Stop making me laugh, okay?"
His eyes, Abomination, immediately turned red.
For him, power is everything.
He abandoned his human body and the identity he was once proud of, transforming himself into his current form in order to obtain the strongest power.
Now, the power he gained after giving up everything was blocked by a seemingly ordinary passerby with just one finger!
And this happened in front of so many people.
This is more than just a slap in the face.
This is like pressing his face to the ground to scrub the floor, and then asking him if he's satisfied!
I'm going to tear you to pieces!
The Abomination roared and slammed its other hand down.
Chen Mo stood still and turned to look at the camera not far away.
"Wait a minute, the camera's over here, right?"
Bang!
Abomination fist fell.
Chen Mo raised his left hand and casually blocked it.
The ground suddenly collapsed, and spiderweb-like cracks spread in all directions, causing even the nearest military vehicle to bounce.
Chen Mo remained motionless, his other hand still fixing his hair.
How's this angle?
The reporters went crazy.
Did you get a picture?
"Got it! Got it all!"
"My God, he's posing for us!"
A male reporter, holding a camera, was beaming with excitement; his eyes were practically sparkling.
"Hahaha, this year's Pulitzer Prize is mine! The New York Times can go to hell!"
The photographer next to him paused for a moment, taken aback.
"Hey buddy, hold on a minute, we're still filming!"
"Yes, yes, I'll stay calm!"
The male reporter steadied the equipment with one hand.
"Even if I die, I want to live with this video until tomorrow morning before I die!"
Behind the military positions, a group of soldiers looked at each other, watching the battle in the middle of the street.
"Sir, should we continue firing?"
"Screw you."
The officer next to him had a twitching mouth.
Use your pig brain! Idiot! Do you think bullets will work?
"Shall we use Rocket?"
"You think their fight isn't exciting enough, so you want to send some fireworks?"
The soldier fell silent.
The officer's words made perfect sense; he couldn't refute them.
Beside the command vehicle, General Ross stared intently at Chen Mo, his face extremely grim.
He has been hunting Banner for so many years, spending countless funds and mobilizing countless resources.
Today, a strange man appeared out of nowhere and blocked the Abomination with just one finger.
Thaddeus Ross suddenly had a feeling.
All my previous plans seem to have been inefficient and cost-effective.
He paused for two seconds, then said in a low voice, "Cease fire."
The adjutant immediately looked at him.
"General, we ceased firing a few minutes ago."
"Okay, have the soldiers retreat and keep an eye on the situation."
Thaddeus Ross stared at Chen Mo.
"Close all the cameras to that man, find out his identity, I need to know where he came from."
"Yes."
Just as the adjutant was about to turn around, he heard Thaddeus Ross add another sentence.
"Also, contact your superiors."
The adjutant's throat bobbed.
"General, how should we report this?"
Thaddeus Ross remained expressionless.
"Let's say we've encountered an even bigger problem on site."
On the rooftop.
Hawkeye knelt on the edge, his compound bow already tucked into his back.
He watched as Chen Mo shielded his eyes from Abomination with one hand and fixed his hair in front of the camera with the other, and fell into a brief moment of contemplation.
"Headquarters, can you hear me?"
There was static coming from the communicator.
" Barton, report on the situation on the ground."
Hawkeye took a deep breath.
"An additional unknown target has been identified at the scene."
Threat level?
Hawkeye glanced down.
Abomination was wildly swinging its fists, while Chen Mo was checking his hairstyle.
"Um, I suggest we just open a new form."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the communicator.
"What's the meaning?"
"It means the original threat level isn't enough; we need to issue him a separate one."
Hawkeye lowered the bowstring, his tone serious.
"Also, tell the director that if he has any contingency plans that allow people to retire on the spot, he can bring them up for discussion now."
"Can't you handle the target?"
Hawkeye looked down at his arrows.
Then I looked at the middle of the street.
He said very sincerely, "Me?"
"Otherwise what?"
"Well, then I'm afraid I won't have the chance to retire."
There was complete silence on the other end of the communicator.
Hawkeye nodded.
It seems that headquarters also understands that the consequences are not good.
Inside the helicopter, halfway up the sky, Bruce Banner stood by the cabin door.
The wind made his clothes flutter loudly.
He was already prepared to jump.
My heart rate rises, my emotions spiral out of control, and then I let another version of myself emerge to stop the Abomination.
This was the last thing he wanted to do.
But to prevent an even greater disaster, he had no choice.
But now.
Banner, watching the Abomination being intercepted by a single hand below, also fell into deep thought.
Betty watched him nervously.
" Bruce?"
Banner held onto the hatch and remained silent for a moment.
"I think, maybe..."
"Maybe what?"
"Perhaps I don't need to go down."
Betty was taken aback.
Banner pointed down.
"Look, he seems to have handled it quite well."
The Abomination fists swung out in afterimages, striking like a torrential downpour.
Chen Mo slapped him away a few times, as if he were playing with a child.
Banner's lips twitched.
What am I supposed to do down there? Get beaten up?
In the middle of the street.
Chen Mo finally fixed his hair.
He looked at the still-roaring Abomination and sighed.
That's enough. Haven't you realized the difference in our strength yet?
With a roar of Abomination, he opened his arms, trying to hug Chen Mo directly.
If he catches him, we'll grind this damn guy into mincemeat.
At least that's what Abomination thinks.
Chen Mo looked up at the massive figure pouncing down and slightly stepped back with his right foot.
The next second.
He threw a punch upwards.
" Shoryuken!"
His chin contorted in Abomination.
His massive body left the ground like a cannonball being launched into the air.
The onlookers instinctively looked up.
The ground beneath Chen Mo's feet exploded.
His figure vanished instantly, and when he reappeared, he was already behind Abomination.
"Your exposed spine is quite distinctive."
Chen Mo glanced down at it.
"I just don't know if it can withstand a kick."
The Abomination hadn't even had time to react.
One foot fell.
Click.
The Abomination body stiffened abruptly, then crashed to the ground with a thud.
The whole street shook; nearby car wreckage was sent tumbling, and several reporters who were watching were nearly blown away.
Chen Mo landed behind him and reached out to grab the bone spur on his back.
Abomination is still struggling.
But his lower body was completely out of control.
"Don't rush."
Chen Mo smiled.
My service isn't over yet.
Chen Mo's mind raced, and he came up with a plan. He grabbed Abomination's ankle, spun around, and slammed Abomination into the ground like a hammer.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom----
Accompanied by the rhythm of 'one, two, one,' deafening roars echoed through the streets, leaving behind deep craters.
Abomination was slammed to the ground like a sandbag, each blow sending a shiver down the spines of those around him.
One of the soldiers turned pale.
"Sir."
"Spit it out."
"I suddenly felt that the yellow monster was actually quite pitiful."
The officer paused for a moment.
"Shut up, don't let him hear you."
General Ross's lips were pressed tightly together.
He finally understood one thing.
Abomination is not an uncontrollable ultimate weapon.
Abomination is just one weapon they have seen so far.
And now, someone is using this weapon to mop the floor.
Chen Mo released his grip.
The Abomination's enormous body crashed into the rubble on the side of the street, instantly raising a cloud of dust.
Everyone thought he was gone forever.
But soon, low, labored breathing sounds came from the ruins.
Abomination used its arms to support itself on the ground, slowly crawling out from the rubble.
His legs dragged limply behind him, several bone spurs in his back were broken, and half of his face was contorted.
But his eyes still burned with a frenzied rage.
"I... haven't lost yet."
He gripped the ground with both hands and crawled toward Chen Mo.
Each scratch left deep scratches on the asphalt.
"Damn it, I'm going to kill you."
Chen Mo looked at him, her expression somewhat complicated.
"Dude, you're a tough guy."
The Abomination roared and lunged forward, half its body raised, in a final desperate attempt.
Chen Mo lifted his foot.
Smack
He stomped on the Abomination's head, pressing the hideous head back to the ground.
The Abomination pressed its arms into the ground, creating deep craters, but it couldn't lift its head no matter what.
"Don't you like hitting people on the head?"
Chen Mo looked down at him.
"I suggest you consider whether you can win the fight next time you want to hit someone."
A Abomination, angry growl escaped from his throat.
Let me go.
"What you're saying..."
Chen Mo bent down, his tone quite sincere.
"Once it's on the table, how can ingredients just decide to 'go home' on their own?"
The Abomination action paused for a moment.
Only then did he realize the irritating look in the man's eyes that had been igniting him all along.
It's the look in a predator's eyes when it sees its prey.
Chen Mo raised his hand.
Dark red veins emerged from the palm of the hand, coiling around the fingertips like living things.
Chen Mo narrowed his eyes slightly.
This thing should taste good.
Although the color isn't very appetizing and the strength is just so-so, it's still a specialty of the New World.
The surrounding reporters had completely lost control.
"Zoom in! Zoom in even closer!"
What is he going to do?
"I don't know, but this must be the craziest scene of the century!"
The photographer, carrying his camera, almost rushed out of the cover.
The soldier next to him grabbed him.
"Are you out of your mind?"
"I can give up my life, but I can't let the focus be blurred!"
The soldier was stunned.
This person has a bit of an occupational hazard.
Just then...
A sudden, high-speed whooshing sound came from the sky.
Everyone instinctively looked up.
In the distance, a red and gold figure pierced through the thick smoke, swooping down at incredible speed.
The tail flame left a bright trail in the air.
Chen Mo raised his head.
"Oh?"
The next second.
boom!
The crimson and gold armor landed heavily beside Chen Mo and Abomination.
The impact created a shallow crater in the ground, and dust billowed outwards.
The armor slowly rose, the mechanical structure on the shoulders slightly unfolded, and white light simultaneously shone from both palms.
The palm cannon was aimed at Chen Mo and Abomination.
From inside the helmet came Tony Stark's irritating yet tense voice.
Hey, new kid on the block.
Chen Mo raised his head.
Tony's tone was light, but the warning was still very strong.
"Take your hands off that lump of yellow muscle. I hate it too, but when it comes to lining up to beat up monsters, New York should have priority."