A dark street, the slum.
The entire neighborhood was quiet, without the slightest noise. At night, apart from fights, few people typically appeared here, as there was a risk to life.
At this moment, in the slum, a middle-aged man walked alone under the faint light. He had just come out of a resident's house. His steps were quick, and he constantly looked behind him, as if he was hiding from something.
Originally, he had always wanted to hide here, but he was afraid that those pursuing him would discover him, so he could only constantly flee and even change locations.
Just then, the road ahead became noisy.
A group of people got out of several cars, dragging several large bags, from which occasional miserable sounds emanated.
The middle-aged man walked in the center of the road, directly colliding with the group of people in front of him. He raised his head, his expression downcast, looking ahead.
Although he really didn't want to get involved in these matters, the other party didn't seem to intend to let him go.
The group of people put down the bags in their hands and suddenly launched an attack on him.
The middle-aged man frantically dodged their attacks, his sturdy body crashing into the people coming towards him, but there were simply too many of them, and each one was incredibly fierce.
Although he was strong, he was no match for them after a few moves.
Kicks and punches rained down on the middle-aged man, knocking him to the ground.
But it wasn't over yet. The group of people swung their weapons, and an iron rod smashed into the middle-aged man's back.
The middle-aged man let out a scream, rolling several times on the ground.
Facing such an attack, he didn't beg for mercy at all; he just let them attack him, enduring the pain in his body.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man's expression became ferocious, and his skin gradually began to turn green.
One of the people in the crowd swung an iron rod and smashed it at the middle-aged man again, but the iron rod let out a loud bang, and then it bent.
The middle-aged man had his back to them, his skin had turned completely green, and his ferocious expression slowly turned around, letting out roars.
His body was green, his muscles swelled, and he was even taller than before.
The Hulk's furious expression swept across the scene. He had already lost his original reason. He grabbed the person who had just attacked him and directly punched him, sending him flying.
With immense power, the person instantly sank into the wall, finally falling unconscious, barely alive.
Screams instantly spread through the dimly lit alley.
In the night sky, a series of noisy sounds echoed through the silent street.
A huge figure leaped up, landing on the ground. A loud bang pierced through the heart-wrenching screams.
"Bang!"
The Hulk's ferocious expression, filled with rage and slaughter, directly smashed his fist into the fleeing crowd. Cracks appeared in the ground under his single blow.
"Don't, don't kill me!"
Such pleading voices came one after another.
But the Hulk didn't care how the other party pleaded. As long as he locked onto a target, unless they couldn't move, he would surely smash them to death with a punch.
In the alley of the street, figures quickly fled.
The sound of car engines, rushing away.
The Hulk leaped, his entire massive body jumping in front of the car. The impact of the accelerator hit the giant in front of him.
"Rumble!"
The front of the car completely caved in, instantly damaged and losing power, as if it had crashed into a stone wall. It was like an egg hitting a rock.
Several people who had originally wanted to drive away scrambled out of the car, looking disheveled and terrified. They had minor injuries, but now they completely disregarded their pain, desperately trying to escape.
"Roar!"
The Hulk roared, lifted the damaged car in front of him, and then threw it in the direction the crowd was fleeing.
"Rumble!"
With a loud bang, a raging Fire rose in the darkness, and not even a scream could be heard.
After dozens of seconds, the sound of the explosion gradually dissipated, leaving only the sound of burning flames.
The Hulk's gaze shifted to the black bags not far away. There were faint sounds inside them, a suppressed terror, a trembling noise.
The sound of footsteps on the ground, under the Hulk's heavy breathing, gradually approached the people who had been kidnapped.
They had no idea what was happening outside; only the Hulk's breathing and roaring filled them with fear.
Just as the Hulk was about to reach out and grab the bag in front of him, a figure darted out of the darkness and slammed a fist into his right cheek.
With a powerful force, a solid punch, the Hulk was sent flying before he could even react, suffering a heavy blow.
"Rumble!"
His body crashed into the wall, and he was completely embedded in it.
The Hulk let out a roar, slowly crawling out of the rubble, shaking off the stone fragments from his body. His gaze was fierce, his face filled with ferocious anger, as he looked at the figure in front of him.
"Heh heh, the creatures of this Planet are truly special, a big green guy." The Armor's voice was filled with indifference. He clenched his fist and said with disdain, "Heh heh, the creatures of this Planet are truly special, a big green guy."
The Hulk gritted his teeth and furiously charged at the Armor with a punch. A wave of air generated by the immense force swirled around his body.
"Bang!"
The Armor neither dodged nor flinched, similarly throwing a punch. Their fists met in the center, creating a loud boom.
However, the force of the Hulk's impact still caused the Armor to retreat a few steps. It was only a few steps, but it made him realize how powerful this green guy in front of him was.
"Interesting, I didn't expect there to be a character with strength comparable to mine." The Armor twisted his wrist. This time, he charged at the Hulk, a powerful punch, incredibly fierce.
However, without the concentrated power of the Hulk, the Armor's attacks were fierce, every punch landing with impact. The speed and power of such attacks were like those of an experienced boxer.
One punch was enough to deliver a thousand jin of force.
The Hulk's strong muscles endured the opponent's fierce attacks, but in just a few seconds, he grabbed the Armor's arm, then flung him, interrupting his attack, and simultaneously threw him out.
"Rumble!"
The Armor's body was embedded in the wall, with all the surrounding stones piled on him.
At this moment, Alan Folker transformed into several afterimages, standing on a high place, looking down at the Hulk on the ground, and the surrounding corpses.
Clearly, the Hulk had just killed several people.
However, Alan Folker's gaze turned to the ruins. He smelled Karola's aura. He saw the Armor slowly crawling out of the rubble. Under his thick muscles, he was surprisingly similar to the Hulk.
The Armor had bronze-colored skin, clearly defined muscles all over his body, and he was also very burly, not inferior to the Hulk at all.
"Bang!"
The Armor leaped out of the rubble, fell from a height, and kicked the Hulk.
The Hulk instinctively counterattacked. The two figures fiercely attacked each other in the narrow street.
The Armor believed his strength could dominate this World, but he hadn't anticipated the Hulk's terrifying, boundless power.
Of course, he hadn't realized that the Hulk's strength and speed were somehow increasing during the continuous battle.
The angrier he got, the more his power could be unleashed.