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Chapter 119 The Final Charge; [Divine Dragon Ao Xing Bestows Blessings]

The rain is getting heavier.

The entire Pennsylvania Avenue echoed with the resounding impact of their fists colliding, the dull thuds mingling with the sound of raindrops.

One blow after another, striking everyone's heart.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Everyone remaining on the battlefield stared in disbelief at the two figures locked in a frenzied battle through the rain.

Hulk's roar mingled with Lynn's battle cry, green figures clashing repeatedly in the rain against blood-soaked ones.

Separate, then collide.

Each punch they exchanged cracked the ground, sending mud and water flying everywhere. Shockwaves scattered the falling rain, creating a constantly shifting vacuum around the two men.

Gradually, everyone's eyes were drawn to the angry green figure in the rain.

That fearless, relentless rage, charging forward even when covered in wounds, spread rapidly through the crowd like an inescapable virus.

One, two, ten, a hundred—everyone's heart was gradually filled with this shared, indignant anger.

裹。

The soldiers, whose morale had plummeted, gripped their rifles tightly again. Their synchronized footsteps echoed across the flooded pavement, creating a thunderous "rat-a-tat-tat" sound that merged into a roaring torrent of steel.

The tracks rolled over gravel and mud, and the tank convoy, which had been at a standstill, began to roll again, the dark muzzles of the guns once more aimed at the center of the battlefield.

In mid-air, a group of fighter jets roared past, and sonic booms suddenly exploded from the left and right, tearing through the rain and completely sealing off the airspace above the entire battlefield.

The morale that had been crushed by Lynn was now rising at a visible speed.

Before this, they were just soldiers who obeyed orders from their superiors, were forced into the war, and had no choice but to fire their guns.

Now, they have completely abandoned all labels of identity, and all they see are their fallen comrades, the blood-soaked demon, and only one thought—revenge!

It was business before, but now—it's a personal matter!

This anger not only spread wildly among the soldiers, but also brought a long-lost sense of comfort and encouragement to the desperate S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers, rekindling a resolute light in their dim eyes.

Tony remained silent for a long time.

He slowly fastened the armor mask back on.

He knelt down and gently placed the lifeless Natasha in his arms on the rain-soaked ground. He reached out and brushed away the rain-soaked hair that clung to her cheeks, and gently closed her still wide-open eyes with his fingertips.

He stared silently at the pale face for a full three seconds without saying a word.

When Tony stood up again, inside the Mark 6 armor, his face was no longer filled with rage and despair, but only with extreme calm.

After the deepest sorrow comes the deepest calm, and also the deepest murderous intent.

His gaze was fixed on the figure wielding a battle axe in the rain, and then he manipulated his armor, walking step by step toward the center of the battlefield.

The metal combat boots trod on the rubble and broken walls, each step producing a crisp "clang" sound, like the final beat of a war drum.

On the other hand, Rogers did the same.

Compared to Tony, who had not experienced the baptism of war in a traditional army, he could better feel this unique "power" formed by anger and conviction.

The confusion and anxiety that had been lingering in my mind were swept away, replaced by 100% focus and unwavering determination.

In a daze, he felt as if he had returned to the battlefield of World War II, back to the moment when he led the Howling Commandos into battle.

The confidence and determination that belonged to Captain America returned to him.

As he watched the brutal clashes in the rain, the regrouping army, and Tony walking step by step toward the battlefield, an uncontrollable fighting impulse surged through his chest!

He glanced down at the fragment of the vibranium shield that Lynn had chipped off and carelessly tossed into the mud, then tightened the leather strap on his arm, gripping the chipped vibranium shield firmly in his hand.

The battle is not over yet!

Who can say for sure who will win in the end?

He must fight to the very last moment!

With this in mind, Rogers took a deep breath of the cold rain and walked slowly towards the center of the battle from another direction, his steps steady yet carrying an undeniable determination.

Fury was not far behind.

However, he always had a clear understanding of his own position. He was not a warrior charging into battle, but a battlefield strategist, a deadly shot hidden in the shadows.

He knew very well that if he rashly approached with his physical strength, he would only be throwing his life away and adding another achievement to Lynn's record.

He hid behind the roof of a heavy tank and gave orders in a low, hoarse voice into his headset.

"Coulson, is he still alive?"

"If you're still alive, bring me that antimatter sniper rifle modified from the Cosmic Cube, as fast as you can!"

"Once it's delivered—you immediately take the remaining agents and retreat to the safe house in Hell's Kitchen."

"I'm not sure if S.H.I.E.L.D. will still exist after this battle, and don't come here to die, understand?"

"Go."

Coulson's calm response came quickly through the headset.

"Roger that, Chief!"

"Arrive at the designated location within five minutes!"

Disconnect communication.

Fury slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed on Lynn in the center of the battlefield. His finger rested on the trigger of the large-caliber sniper rifle beside him, but he did not pull it.

The conventional weapon in his hand couldn't break through Lynn's defenses at all. Only the antimatter sniper rifle that Coulson was sending, modified with the energy of the Cosmic Cube, could possibly cause Lynn fatal damage.

He was waiting, waiting for the weapons to arrive, and also waiting for an opportunity to completely turn the tide of the battle, waiting for the moment when Lynn would reveal a weakness.

Throughout the entire game, only Bronsky's position remained unchanged.

He remained hidden behind cover a hundred meters away, maintaining an absolutely safe distance, observing the movements in the center of the battlefield from afar.

He neither strayed out of sight nor took a single step forward, like the most composed hyena, coldly observing this life-or-death battle, ready to seize any opportunity to profit from it.

Watching the Hulk, enraged beyond measure, through the rain, Bronsky clenched his fists tightly, a flicker of intense jealousy and a secret sense of pleasure flashing in his cloudy eyes.

He hated Hulk, the green monster who ruined his life and oppressed him for the rest of his life.

Seeing Hulk being beaten bloody by Lynn and his healing ability completely disabled, he felt a deep sense of satisfaction.

But seeing Hulk's power surge in anger, even able to knock Lynn back with a single punch, he couldn't help but feel a deep-seated jealousy and fear.

"Fight! Fight! It would be best if we killed them all here!"

He cursed under his breath, his fists clenching unconsciously.

"If Lynn dies, I'll get the pardon Tony promised and regain my freedom; if Hulk and the Avengers die, it'll be a huge relief."

My lifelong nemesis is gone.

"A lose-lose situation would be best—then, the winner of this battle will only be me!"

The epicenter of the great war.

Lynn is still locked in a fierce battle with Hulk.

Neither of them had any intention of backing down, so they simply abandoned defense altogether, exchanging blows for blows, each wanting to completely crush the other in the purest clash of power.

In the end, Lynn simply put away his berserker axe and, braving the torrential rain, engaged in a head-on confrontation with Hulk in the downpour.

He wanted to personally verify whether his [Blood Rage] could completely lock down the green behemoth's self-healing ability.

The sound of fists colliding was deafening. Every punch Lynn landed landed precisely on the same spot on Hulk, stacking up the passive effect of Bloodrage.

When the first layer of Bloodrage was applied to Hulk's skin, his wounds were still healing at a visible rate; when the third layer was applied, the healing speed had visibly slowed down.

The moment the fifth layer of Bloodrage was fully stacked, Hulk's wounds completely stopped healing, and green blood mixed with rainwater gushed out from the wounds.

Everyone knows how powerful Hulk's healing factor is.

However, faced with Lynn's Bloodrage, which deals true damage and can completely suppress the self-healing effect, his proud recovery ability became a complete joke.

Each punch tore a bleeding wound in Hulk's green skin; each layer of blood rage slowed his healing process.

In the end, the wounds on Hulk's chest, cheeks, and arms had completely stopped healing. Even though his anger was still rising wildly and his strength was still increasing, his physical exhaustion and injuries were irreversible.

This is Bloodrage, specifically designed to counter tanks like the Hulk who rely solely on their physical strength!

"Come on! Again!"

Lynn let out a deafening roar and leaped back a large step, narrowly dodging Hulk's powerful punch that came crashing down with his hands clasped together.

With a deafening roar, Hulk slammed his fists into the ground, instantly creating a huge crater in the hard asphalt road, sending debris and mud flying into the air.

But the instant Lynn's feet touched the ground, Hulk's figure followed closely, rushing up in front of him in a flash.

The enraged behemoth casually picked up the wreckage of the fighter jet that had fallen to the ground and, as if wielding an iron rod, charged straight at Lin.

He slammed into En's chest!

Lynn reacted with incredible speed, bending his entire upper body backward in an instant with unbelievable flexibility, almost parallel to the ground, with his limbs on the ground, perfectly dodging the wreckage of the plane that was hurtling past!

As the heavy wreckage of the plane just passed overhead, Lynn immediately pushed off with his legs!

The twisted, braided wreckage of the plane was kicked away by him, flying straight toward Hulk's face!

His entire body, following the momentum of his lower body, performed a perfect backflip in the air.

The moment his feet touched the ground again, his right fist, hidden beneath his body and imbued with the power of Ragnarok, came crashing down.

He threw a powerful punch at Hulk's cheek before Hulk could even react!

Hulk clearly lacked the fighting skills and adaptability to handle the situation, and could only rely on his instinctive agility to manage to throw a left punch that landed hard on Lynn's chest when caught off guard.

The next second, both figures were sent flying backwards at the same time!

Hulk flew sideways to the left, crashing through two broken walls before landing heavily in the mud. A mouthful of green blood, complete with teeth, gushed from his mouth.

Lynn also retreated to the right, his body flying in the air for a few seconds before sliding five or six meters on the ground before finally stopping.

"hiss----"

Lynn quickly rubbed his chest, which was throbbing from the shock, and couldn't help but curse under his breath.

It has to be said, Hulk's power is truly formidable.

Especially when Hulk is in this state of extreme rage, his power increases exponentially!

Even with the passive ability of "The Remnant of the Despicable Throat" to absorb the damage and deflect most of the impact beforehand, he still felt a churning pain in his internal organs after taking the punch head-on.

The wound on his chest, which had been gradually healing, was torn open again by the force of this punch, and warm blood mixed with rainwater kept dripping down.

But when he looked up and saw Hulk angrily climbing out of the mud and spitting out a tooth that had been knocked out, Lynn couldn't help but reveal a mocking smile.

But as he laughed, his smile gradually faded.

Through the rain, one figure after another stood beside Hulk once more.

Tony piloted the Mark 6 armor, hovering in mid-air, while Jarvis piloted the remaining eleven Iron Legion armors, forming a battle formation to completely block Lynn's escape route.

Rogers stood to Hulk's left, holding the vibranium shield, his eyes unwavering.

Even Fury leaned out from behind the tank, his sniper rifle's crosshairs locked firmly on Lynn's head.

Lynn's gaze swept quickly across the entire room, instantly grasping the situation before him.

In front of them were Rogers and Hulk's charging arrows, in the air was Tony's three-dimensional fire net, on the ground was a fan-shaped encirclement of thousands of soldiers, and in the shadows was Fury's deadly sniper shot.

A net so tight it's impossible to fight to the death.

Seeing this, Lynn couldn't help but blurt out a swear word.

"Depend on!"

They really think he's an irredeemable villain, don't they?!

Does this mean that righteous characters always trigger this "bottom-out bounce" buff when they're in dire straits?!

They've been beaten so badly, how can they still come back stronger?!

However, Lynn was not given any extra time to react.

Rogers let out a deafening roar, shouting his classic line etched into his very bones, his spirit undiminished even though the team was already decimated: "Gentlemen—assemble!"

The moment the words fell, Tony's armor roared in response, and Hulk let out a deafening roar, echoing the rallying cry in his own way.

Rogers' gaze was fixed on Lynn, and he roared again.

"Lynn, no matter how long you want to fight, I'm ready to go! I can fight you all day long!"

The battlefield erupted instantly!

At the front, Rogers, holding his vibranium shield, charged forward, using the shield to protect Hulk beside him, forming the strongest charging arrowhead as he charged toward Lynn.

Hulk let out a deafening roar, following closely beside Rogers, his massive body ready to tear Lynn's defenses apart at any moment.

In the air, Tony maneuvered the Mark 6 armor to instantly gain altitude, forming a three-dimensional firepower network with the eleven Iron Legion armors controlled by Jarvis. Palm cannons, shoulder-mounted missiles, and cluster lasers simultaneously lit up with blinding white light.

A barrage of firepower was unleashed upon Lynn, blocking all his escape routes!

On the ground, the soldiers who had closed the encirclement advanced in a fan-shaped formation, with rifles, large-caliber sniper rifles, and tank main guns firing in turn, and bullets and shells raining down like a storm.

Together with the aerial firepower, they formed a crossfire, completely cutting off Lynn's escape route!

Behind the tank cover in the shadows, Fury's eyes were locked on Lynn's head through the sniper scope, his finger slowly tightening, ready to pull the trigger at any moment and deliver that fatal shot.

Upon seeing this, Lynn's face immediately darkened.

"Shit! Shit!"

"You guys have time to waste on me, but I don't have that much time to play games with you!"

Even so, he had already firmly gripped the berserker's axe in his hand again.

He knew better than anyone that dragging this out would only bring him harm. The duration of Ragnarok was running out, and once the effect ended, his combat power would be halved.

Not to mention, the longer it drags on, the more likely Captain Marvel is to arrive before the battle ends.

At that point, he will only find himself in an even more passive situation.

The only way to break the deadlock is to use the most extreme violence to completely break their formation and crush their last shred of morale before everyone can complete the encirclement.

The moment this charge stops will be the moment this war comes to a final end.

Either he'll stand here today and completely crush this group of people, utterly defeat them!

Or—stay here forever!

Mind this.

All the playfulness and nonchalance on Lynn's face vanished.

He slightly raised the berserker's axe in his hand, his face calm as he looked at the surging torrent of steel and thousands of troops rushing towards him.

The next second, his pace suddenly quickened, from walking slowly to running at top speed, charging fearlessly towards the crowd amidst the barrage of artillery fire and bullets!

Just one second before the two sides were about to collide!

Lynn let out a roar that shook the heavens and the earth, and the power around him surged and collided wildly within his body. The deep yellow light of Ragnarok and the dark gold light of Noxus resonated with each other on his body, and the two ancient and profound runes flowed and spread wildly on his skin!

He stomped his foot hard on the ground, and the road beneath his feet instantly cracked and collapsed. Using the recoil, he leaped high into the air, raising the berserker's axe above his head with earth-shattering power, and slashed down fiercely at everyone charging towards him!

"bring it on!!"

Just as the axe blade was about to fall, a system notification suddenly sounded in his mind.

【Ding! 】

[Shenlong Aoxing greatly admires your method of punishing the wicked: a painless death, leaving no regrets behind. This is the compassion unique to Shenlong Aoxing!]

[The divine dragon Aoxing will bestow power upon you!]

This is the power of the dragon!

The moment the system notification sounded, the entire rain curtain suddenly stopped in Lynn's sight as he leaped into the air!

The raindrops falling from the sky hovered in mid-air; the whistling bullets and shells stopped in their tracks; the deafening gunfire, roars, and booms all vanished in that instant.

next second.

Countless booming thunderclaps crashed down from the dark, cloud-covered sky, precisely engulfing Lynn in mid-air!

It seemed that an ancient dragon's roar pierced through the clouds and exploded in Lynn's ears!

One after another, thunder, lightning, and storms surged wildly toward Lynn under everyone's watchful eyes, and Lynn, who had just leaped up, was forced back down by the countless falling lightning bolts.

Seeing this scene.

Everyone present froze, staring wide-eyed at Lynn, who was lying on the ground in the distance, being struck by lightning repeatedly.

This is because he killed too many people, and even Heaven couldn't stand it anymore, so he's being punished by Heaven?

For a time, no one dared to make any rash moves.

After all, the constant falling lightning was something that a group of mortals like them couldn't withstand.

Tony's armor instantly emitted the highest level red alert, and a piercing siren echoed wildly in the cockpit. The threat level on the screen turned a blinding crimson!

Rogers's hand, holding the shield, froze abruptly. Even with his "modified" powers, he wouldn't dare take this "divine punishment" head-on. And Lynn, suddenly subjected to all of this—

Is this how this battle is going to end so dramatically?

Hulk's roar abruptly stopped, his massive body frozen in place, his green eyes filled with contemplation and hesitation, as if he were considering whether to go in and deliver a few more punches.

It wasn't until much later that...

The sky remained overcast, the rain continued, and deep thunder still echoed through the clouds, but the lightning finally stopped.

Lying on the ground, Lynn finally bared her teeth and suddenly opened her eyes. She subconsciously looked down at her own body and muttered to herself.

"This...this is the power of the dragon?"

The next second, Lynn felt countless mysterious dragon patterns surging into his body, and a terrifying power as vast as the sea exploded wildly in his limbs and bones!

The injuries sustained from his previous fistfight with Hulk, and the laceration on his chest, were instantly healed under the cover of the deep blue dragon pattern, leaving not a single scar.

Not only that, when Lynn stood up and felt around to see if there were any other changes, he was shocked to find that deep blue arcs of electricity were constantly flowing across his body, and—a dragon tattoo coiled on his right arm!

"I've fucking become the Dragon Lord—Li Qing?"

Immediately, he looked up at the sudden burst of lightning that had interrupted the charging army.

"How about we try it again?"