Chapter 65

Emil Blonsky struggled to rise, his right hand clutching his chest as he spat out a mouthful of grayish blood. Only then did he feel a little better. As he looked at Qin Li approaching him, cracking his knuckles, he let out a maniacal laugh. "Hehehehehe! Hahahahaha!"

Blonsky laughed viciously as he charged toward Qin Li, shouting, "Alright! Alright! Hahahaha! You'll be my appetizer!" When he was about twenty meters away, he leaped forward, gathering strength in his right fist, aiming it at Qin Li's head.

Qin Li stood emotionless, watching the rampaging monster as he pulled his right foot back, his body twisting slightly to gather strength. His right fist, glowing with a golden aura, radiated power as four Victory Spears formed at the tip, eager to pierce through the enemy before him. As Blonsky neared, Qin Li spoke, "What's 1000 minus 7?"

Blonsky paused for a moment, not understanding the question, but not wanting to lose the opportunity. As he reached Qin Li, his right fist, howling through the air, swung toward Qin Li's face. Qin Li was unyielding, sending his own right fist upward in a counterattack. The moment their fists collided, a shockwave exploded from the center of impact.

The battlefield trembled with the force, shattering car windshields and glass from buildings along the street. The ground beneath Qin Li cracked as it couldn't bear the intense force. Qin Li's body lowered slightly, his legs sinking into the earth.

Blonsky stood in disbelief, staring at Qin Li, who had withstood his punch. Before he could say anything, Qin Li pressed on, "I'm asking you a question! What's 1000 minus 7?!"

Blonsky, about to angrily dismiss the question, suddenly felt searing pain spread from his fingers to his shoulder. He looked down in disbelief—four golden spears had pierced through his right hand.

The pain forced Blonsky to leap backward, away from Qin Li. Gripping the spears' tips with his left hand, he attempted to pull them out, but...

"Didn't you hear me? What's 1000 minus 7?!" Qin Li's sudden shout startled Blonsky. As Qin Li advanced toward him, Blonsky saw his left hand open as if grasping something. Qin Li then clenched his fist tightly, causing the spears piercing his right hand to explode.

Blonsky could no longer bear the pain caused by the explosion. Collapsing to his knees, he howled in agony, his left hand pounding the ground, trying to alleviate the intense pain in his right hand.

At that moment, a figure suddenly descended from the sky, landing between Qin Li and Blonsky with a massive crash... then everything went silent.

Blonsky thought it was another attack from Qin Li and jumped back, but Qin Li only stared at the giant crater before him. He knew that Bruce Banner, as stubborn as ever, had jumped down from the plane.

"General Ross! Is that really human? How did he manage to scare the monster? And why does he keep asking what 1000 minus 7 is?" One soldier watching the screen couldn't help but ask.

Ross, wearing a grim expression, replied, "How should I know? Have I watched Tokyo Ghoul? Hm? What's Tokyo Ghoul? Just focus on your tasks."

Elizabeth Ross watched the large crater nervously, but relaxed when she saw a giant green hand reaching out from within.

Qin Li stepped around the crater, continuing his march toward Blonsky, still asking, "What's 1000 minus 7?"

Blonsky's eyes were filled with fear now. He had realized that the person before him wasn't just an appetizer—this was a full-course meal, and it might just be enough to kill him! Blonsky instinctively opened his mouth to answer, "1000 minus 7 equals..."

Before he could finish, Qin Li appeared in front of him, delivering a whip-like kick to Blonsky's calf. There was a sharp crack as Blonsky's leg snapped. Blonsky fell to the ground, howling in pain.

As Blonsky struggled to recover, the "demon" whispered again, "What's 1000 minus 7?"

Blonsky, shaking in fear, tried to push himself backward, his voice trembling as he stammered, "I already answered! 1000 minus 7 equals 993! Why—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Qin Li struck again, this time breaking his left arm even more viciously. The bone snapped and pierced through the flesh, blood spilling everywhere. Then came another question: "What's 993 minus 7?"

This time, Blonsky couldn't even speak. His recently healed leg snapped again, and his thigh bone shattered as well. The pain surged through his body, his mind overwhelmed by agony. His mouth hung open, his cries of pain echoing in the air.

But the demon's voice continued in his ears, "What's 993 minus 7?"

Blonsky, nearly delirious from the pain, could only open his mouth in a daze, saliva dripping from his lips. His expression was vacant, as if he had lost all sense of reality.

Qin Li looked down at Blonsky with disdain. "Is this all?" He muttered before reaching into the warehouse and pulling out an extravagant, oversized scythe.

The scythe's base was adorned with a golden cross, while the top was a wickedly purple cross, extending like the wings of a demon angel.

Qin Li grabbed Blonsky's chest bone with his left hand and tossed him into the air. With his right hand, he swung the scythe at Blonsky.

Blonsky's body was cleaved in half, and with the final swing, his head rolled to Hulk's feet. The serum that gave Blonsky his incredible regenerative abilities kept him alive even as his head detached from his body. His mouth continued to twitch as it opened and closed at Hulk's feet, as if still asking, "What's 993 minus 7?"