Let me show you a new way Chapter 134

Five thousand years ago, the Aether was held by the Dark Elves. They developed various ways to use the Aether’s power. One such method was to embed fragments of the Aether into their bodies in exchange for immense power.

Five thousand years ago, when the Convergence occurred, these Dark Elves, for some unknown reason, insisted on using the Aether to destroy the Nine Realms and plunge the universe back into darkness. However, Bor, Odin’s father, led a large army using the Rainbow Bridge’s “face-riding” tactic, directly descending near the Aether, and after a fierce battle, seized it.

But the Dark Elves who escaped at that time, and their leader Malekith, actually still possessed a few fragments of the Aether. In this Earth invasion war, one fragment was placed in the hands of a Dark Elf left behind in Asgard.

And now, this Dark Elf chose to use it to gain this immense power. In the original timeline, the Cursed Warrior possessed power strong enough to beat Thor, even punching Mjolnir away.

But this power had a flaw: once activated, it wouldn’t stop. The user’s power would increase, and their recovery ability would also become incredibly strong, but this strength came at the cost of life. He was burning his own life to gain power.

At this moment, an unsettling dark red light burned around the Cursed Warrior. Clad in heavy armor, his face was unseen, every part of his body protected by the armor, appearing flawless.

The Cursed Warrior stared at Loki, who was embedded in the stone pillar, and let out a loud roar. His body seemed to be burning with flames, the Aether fragment activating all his power. He stomped his foot, and the ground suddenly cracked with a crunching sound, directly shattered by his immense power. Then, his body, like a gale, swiftly approached Loki, his right hand clenched into a fist, striking fiercely towards his head.

Loki quickly pulled himself out of the stone pillar fragments, frantically rolling on the ground, dodging the Cursed Warrior’s fist. The punch slammed heavily into the stone pillar, completely breaking it, sending shattered rocks flying everywhere.

This Cursed Warrior not only possessed immense power but also matching speed, which made Loki feel a great sense of unease.

But thankfully, he wasn’t alone.

With a roar, a green giant burst out from the darkness. He was considerably taller than the Cursed Warrior, and his muscles looked even more bulging.

Hulk, and it was the Hulk transformed by Dr. Banner, no longer the Hulk figure created by Dr. Banner using the red substance in his watch.

“Roar—” Hulk roared, clenching his right fist and striking hard at the Cursed Warrior. The Cursed Warrior turned sharply, stepping back slightly to give himself a little extra room to maneuver, then stepped forward and punched, striking hard against Hulk’s fist.

“Boom—” Fists collided, two monsters with immense power exchanged blows fiercely. The air between their fists was squeezed out, emitting a deafening explosion, then rapidly expanding, vibrating the air and kicking up dust from the ground, like an air shockwave, knocking down the distant Dark Elves.

Undoubtedly, although their fist exchange appeared to be a draw, Hulk had charged from a distance and used his towering body to suppress, while the Cursed Warrior adjusted on the fly, yet fought him to a standstill.

Hulk seemed a bit slow to react. In his somewhat simple mind, only one person had ever matched him in a fistfight without falling behind: the Abomination, that monster injected with Hulk’s blood, from a long, long time ago.

Hulk froze for a moment, but the Cursed Warrior did not. Before using the Aether fragment, he was a seasoned warrior. He would never miss any opportunity on the battlefield.

So, in the instant Hulk was stunned, the Cursed Warrior’s large hand, which had been clashing with Hulk’s, suddenly opened. He extended his palm, firmly grabbing Hulk’s wrist, then moved closer, pressing his back against Hulk’s chest. Next, his left elbow suddenly jabbed hard into Hulk’s abdomen. Hulk immediately cried out in intense pain, his eyes bulging, letting out a weak roar.

The Cursed Warrior seized the moment, stomping his leg hard on the ground as a pivot. Then, while Hulk was still in pain, he pulled hard, actually throwing Hulk with an over-the-shoulder throw.

Hulk’s heavy body slammed onto the ground. The Cursed Warrior advanced again, using his legs to pin Hulk’s arms, then interlaced his fingers, forming a heavy fist, and slammed it hard into Hulk’s face.

Hulk was slowly regaining consciousness and was about to struggle, but this heavy punch made him dizzy and groggy again. The Cursed Warrior pursued relentlessly, punching, punching, punching non-stop at Hulk’s face. Although Hulk struggled desperately, all his efforts were neutralized by the Cursed Warrior’s superior combat skills.

With each heavy punch from the Cursed Warrior, the expression on Hulk’s face grew angrier. He stared intently at the Cursed Warrior’s faceplate, the flames of his fury burning ever brighter. On his right wrist, a watch gradually seeped out a red glow.

The next moment, flames erupted.

Hulk let out a roar, suddenly spewing blood-red flames from his mouth. The powerful flames of rage scorched the Cursed Warrior. He frantically tried to escape, but Hulk held him firmly.

Hulk slowly rose to his feet. He had grown significantly taller than before, and a blood-red light emanated from his body. On his chest, an emblem representing rage was branded.

Immense rage power surged from the watch. Hulk stared intently at the Cursed Warrior, then lunged, landing a straight punch on the Cursed Warrior’s faceplate, shattering it. Then he stepped forward again, his speed and strength greatly enhanced by the support of his rage.

Hulk caught up, grabbed the Cursed Warrior’s head, and then slammed him hard against the wall. The hard stone wall shattered like fragile foam board. Still unsatisfied, Hulk grabbed the Cursed Warrior by the ankle, lifted him, and then slammed him repeatedly onto the ground, heavy slams, as if this was not a powerful warrior, but a toy.

Then Hulk grabbed the Cursed Warrior tightly, slammed him to the ground, and then extended his large foot, stomping fiercely.

Loki, who had already killed all the Dark Elves, was busy rescuing the imprisoned and enslaved civilians when he saw the Cursed Warrior being tossed around like a rag doll in Hulk’s hands. He couldn’t help but swallow. He felt an inexplicable sense of fear creep up from the soles of his feet, as if he were the one being beaten.