Isolation medical room in Zone A.
William walked unhurriedly down the corridor leading to the isolation pod.
His calculations were as clear as his footsteps.
Abomination was dealing with the cannon fodder below.
As for him, he intended to personally test this 'friendly sponsored' inverse evolution from Madame Hydra.
Theory is, after all, just theory; only through the most rigorous practical testing can it truly be transformed into his trump card.
And this woman, revered by The Hand as a "divine vessel," was undoubtedly the best touchstone.
When he pushed open the heavy glass door of the isolation pod, a chaotic aura rushed out.
Elektra, who had been like a doll, suddenly raised her head.
Her hollow eyes were instantly replaced by a Beast-like crimson, as if the sleeping "black sky" had been fully awakened.
"Roar!"
A guttural roar, not human, erupted from deep within her throat, and she burst out of the medical pod.
Her body transformed into a dark red afterimage and lunged directly at William!
Without the slightest hesitation, without any superfluous movements.
Her right hand, joined like a blade, whistled sharply as it mercilessly struck William's shoulder!
William did not dodge.
He allowed the fatal blow to land.
"Dong—!"
Elektra maintained her attacking posture.
But on her face, consumed by madness, an expression of incredible shock appeared.
She could clearly feel that her wrist bones had developed tiny cracks under the terrifying counter-shock force.
Yet William remained standing, completely still.
He merely tilted his head slightly, looking at Elektra's face, which was filled with confusion and pain.
Very good, hardness test passed... Seventh floor underground, B-2 Colosseum.
What was unfolding here was a one-sided slaughter with no suspense.
Giant searchlights illuminated the entire Colosseum as bright as day, making this bloody "team building" exceptionally clear.
Twelve of The Hand's most elite Shadow Ninjas were now experiencing a despair they had never known in their lives.
Their vaunted stealth techniques became a joke under the 360-degree, no-dead-angle strong light.
Their ghostly speed was like a child's sprint in the face of the absolute coverage brought by Abomination's massive body.
One Shadow Ninja attempted a sneak attack, but Abomination merely slammed his fist, pulverizing the ninja into a bloody mess.
Absolute power suppression.
Another ninja moved at high speed, leaving several afterimages around Abomination, attempting to attack his vital joints.
But Abomination merely opened his giant hand impatiently, swatting him like a fly, and instantly crushed his true body along with the afterimages in his grasp.
"Crack—!"
Amidst the teeth-grinding sound of bones shattering, that Shadow Ninja didn't even have time to let out a scream before he was squeezed into a twisted mass of flesh and blood.
This was not a battle at all.
This was a giant crushing a group of ants who didn't know their place.
The ninjas' meticulously honed assassination techniques seemed so ridiculous and powerless in the face of absolute strength and defense.
Murakami's face had long lost its previous disdain and arrogance, replaced by shock and fury.
He swiftly formed hand seals, and a black energy coiled around his palm, which he slammed against the side wall.
This was a secret art of The Hand, using one's own life force to corrode matter.
The moment the energy touched the wall, it vanished without a trace, like a clay ox entering the sea.
"Baka Yaro!"
Murakami roared.
Some special energy-absorbing material was mixed into this wall!
That damned businessman, he had calculated everything from the very beginning!
Watching his subordinates being torn to shreds one by one by that monster, the rage in Murakami's eyes finally turned into desperate madness.
"For the 'Beast'!"
He let out a fanatical roar, and his entire body suddenly transformed into a thick, blood-red mist, with the pitch black ancient blade faintly visible within the blood mist.
Murakami abandoned all defense, pouring all his life force into this self-sacrificing secret technique.
"Swoosh—!"
The blood shadow ignored physical obstructions, directly penetrating the Colosseum's thick alloy ceiling, and in an incomprehensible way, instantly traversed a distance of seven floors!
Zone A, Isolation Medical Room.
William was about to proceed with the next step of "communication" with the dazed "black sky" before him.
Suddenly, the air behind him twisted, and the blood-red mist appeared out of nowhere, rapidly coalescing into Murakami's form!
Murakami's face bore a sacrificial grimace and fanaticism.
He had concentrated all his power, all his rage, all his life into this single strike.
The ominous black aura coiling around the blade was like a curse from hell, devouring even the surrounding light.
He appeared without warning, and his attack came with the speed of thunder!
He was certain that at such close range, even Thunder God Thor would not be able to dodge this fatal blow!
"Die!"
"Pfft!"
The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was clearly audible.
The pitch-black ancient blade penetrated William's back without hindrance, its tip emerging from his chest, bringing with it a string of blood beads.
William's body stiffened abruptly, letting out a suppressed groan, and he uncontrollably staggered forward a step.
"Boss!"
Dr. Connors, watching all of this from another laboratory via monitor, let out a terrified, distorted scream.
He watched helplessly as the figure on whom he had placed all his hopes was pierced through the heart by a blade.
Murakami's face showed a triumphant, cruel, and twisted smile.
However, in the next second, his smile completely froze on his face.
The scene of his enemy falling dead, which he had envisioned, did not occur.
He only felt that The Hand holding the blade was clamped tightly, as if by a red-hot iron tong, and the power emanating from the opponent's body prevented him from pushing the blade in any further, nor could he pull it out.
William turned his head.
His face was a little pale.
But in his deep-set eyes, there was no trace of pain; instead, there was a burning... excitement that made Murakami's hair stand on end?
Murakami watched in horror as the bloody hole in William's chest wriggled and healed at a visible speed!
Broken muscle fibers grew and connected wildly like living things, and shattered bones emitted faint "click-click" sounds, rapidly reorganizing.
Even faint steam rose from the wound, like a precision engine undergoing overclocked cooling.
Cellular super-adaptive reorganization initiated... Analyzing attack energy properties... Generating targeted resistance... Permanent slight increase in bodily functions initiated... An indescribable pleasure, as if surging from the depths of his soul, instantly swept through William's entire body!
Every cell was cheering with joy!
To be destroyed, then reborn in a stronger form!
This feeling was more intoxicating than the World's most potent drugs!
He looked down at his almost healed chest, then met Murakami's eyes, which were filled with horror and incomprehension, and showed an incredibly sincere, "grateful" smile.
"Good strength," his voice was calm and gentle, "one more time?"
"No... impossible! You're a monster! What kind of monster are you?!"
He screamed frantically, trying to pull out the katana and attack again.
But William's immense strength, derived from Hulk, made it impossible for Murakami to pull it out.
William, with blood gushing from his palm, hardened his heart and gripped with all his might.
"Click—Crack—Bang!"
The Hand's demonic blade, fabled to cut alloy and passed down for centuries, shattered inch by inch, finally turning into a pile of meaningless metal dust that slipped from William's palm.
William casually threw a punch, seemingly light, at Murakami's abdomen.
Murakami was like paper.
He flew backward like a cooked shrimp.
William took a metal wristband from his pocket and threw it over.
The wristband automatically sprang open, locking Murakami's hands and feet tightly, and emitted a blue electric arc, completely suppressing the residual energy in his body.
"Lei Ling,"
"Send a few robots over to deliver our 'distinguished guest' to Dr. Connors's laboratory. Remember to label the box 'fragile,' this is a valuable research sample."
After all this was done, William turned his gaze back to Elektra, who had been standing still since earlier, witnessing everything.
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