Chapter 11: Sonic Shock
Blonsky was thrown clear of the blast almost immediately.
His position had shifted slightly, and the two sonic cannons were not aimed directly at him.
Once he rolled away, every pair of eyes turned toward the real target—
The Hulk.
The sonic cannons unleashed their full power instantly.
The air itself seemed to ripple as circular shockwaves spread outward, visible to the naked eye.
Lance Ryder's heart tightened.
He knew exactly what he was looking at.
The sonic waves had already broken the sound barrier.
That was why the effect was so terrifying.
Even standing far away, the sight alone sent a chill down his spine.
But what shocked him even more was the Hulk's condition.
The Hulk's strength was legendary.
Fueled by rage, he could grow stronger without limit.
In the future, he would even clash head-on with Thanos.
Yet the scene unfolding now still stunned Lance.
It also strengthened his resolve to make use of U.S. military power rather than oppose it blindly.
The Hulk had been charging forward.
But the instant the sonic shockwave struck him—
His entire body was forced to stop.
The invisible force slammed into him, pushing him backward step by step.
He raised two armored car doors to shield his face.
Even so, his body rippled like disturbed water.
At that moment, his muscles and bones seemed to lose their unity.
Every inch of his flesh trembled violently, as though trying to tear itself free from the skeleton beneath it.
The Hulk's muscles were famously powerful.
Yet under the attack of the sonic cannons, his own body no longer seemed to belong to him.
And this was only the beginning.
The armored doors were ripped away by the force of the blast.
The true nightmare had just begun.
The Hulk clutched his ears in agony.
His head shook violently from side to side.
When he tried to roar, his voice vanished completely—
Drowned out by the overwhelming sonic assault.
Even his eyes began to turn blood-red.
Different tissues in the body had different levels of resistance.
Muscle.
Bone.
Organs.
Eyes.
Brain.
Each responded differently to the intense vibration.
Now the ultra-dense sonic waves battered every part of the Hulk's body—
His skin.
His bones.
His organs.
His eyes.
His eardrums.
Even his brain and heart.
Standing at a distance, Lance could clearly see the Hulk's eyes filling with blood, nearly bulging from their sockets.
If the eyes were reacting like this—
Then the stress on his brain and heart must have been unimaginable.
Lance imagined himself in the same situation.
If he were caught by such an attack unexpectedly, he would not last nearly as long as the Hulk.
But unlike the Hulk, he would not stand still and endure it.
He would use the force of the blast to propel himself away—
Putting distance between himself and the sonic cannons.
Distance was survival.
If the enemy still had more tricks prepared, however…
Even Lance might not escape capture or death.
The thought sent a shiver down his spine.
The lesson was clear.
Modern military technology was terrifying.
And Tony Stark—the man capable of creating such weapons—was not someone to underestimate.
Stark might usually rely on the arc reactor and energy blasts from his armor.
But that was simply the most direct method.
When it came to more complex technology—
He lacked nothing.
If the U.S. military ever became Lance's enemy, then the moment a battle began, he would need to destroy every piece of modern equipment within range of his mental perception.
His mental reach exceeded the effective attack range of most military weapons.
As long as he kept his distance, the military would have limited options.
Unless—
They managed to lure him into a carefully prepared battlefield like this one.
Inside a crowded city, Lance couldn't constantly extend his mental awareness across every device.
Nor could he destroy every machine around him without drawing attention.
So he had to avoid being isolated in an empty battlefield.
As long as civilians were nearby, the military would hesitate to use destructive weapons like these.
Public opinion still mattered.
Watching the scene unfold, Lance finally understood the true power of science and technology in this world.
If these weapons struck first—
Even he might fall.
Or die.
And the military still possessed its ultimate weapon.
Nuclear missiles.
Even someone like Iron Man could be killed if the military detonated a nuclear warhead in the sky while he was flying.
But Stark wasn't easy to deal with.
His own hacking skills were formidable.
And the artificial intelligence he had created—
JARVIS—
could infiltrate missile systems in seconds, altering their trajectory or detonating them prematurely.
That idea gave Lance another plan.
One day, he would need a high-tech company of his own.
Such a company would specialize in interfering with missiles and electronic systems.
If necessary, it could sabotage the circuits of modern weapons across the world.
Lance's magic could achieve similar results—
But the range was limited.
Technology, however, could extend his reach.
The wand in Lance's hand rotated slightly.
He didn't release any magic.
But he knew that if he wanted to, he could destroy the internal circuitry of the two sonic cannons instantly.
One spell—
And they would be useless.
That thought calmed him.
Compared to warriors who relied only on physical combat, mages possessed unique advantages in modern warfare.
As long as they targeted key systems, even the most advanced weapons could be neutralized.
Still—
Owning a high-tech company would be essential.
Through it, he could obtain the design specifications of modern military weapons.
Once he understood their internal structure, he could disable them instantly when necessary.
Lance wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
His mind was finally clear.
Looking back at the battlefield, he had no intention of intervening.
The Hulk did not need his help.
The Hulk was the most terrifying monster on Earth.
The more he was attacked—
The angrier he became.
And the angrier he became—
The stronger he grew.
Sure enough, under the relentless sonic assault, something began to change.
Slowly.
Gradually.
The Hulk stabilized his footing.
But no one noticed.
Except Lance.
Blonsky lay on the ground in the distance, covering his ears.
Watching the Hulk suffer, he wore a mocking grin.
Behind him, General Ross also breathed a sigh of relief.
But at that very moment—
Betty Ross could not bear it any longer.
Seeing the Hulk in such agony, she rushed toward her father and grabbed his arm.
Her voice trembled with pain.
"Father… please let him go."
"If this continues, you'll kill him."
General Ross's face remained cold.
He shook her off without hesitation.
Two soldiers immediately stepped forward and restrained Betty.
Helpless and heartbroken, she could only stare at the Hulk from afar.
Then—
Something unbelievable happened.
Through the chaos, the Hulk looked at her.
And in his eyes—
There was a trace of reassurance.
Betty froze.
Her eyes widened.
Under the gaze of countless soldiers—
The Hulk planted his hands against the ground.
Step by step—
Under the full force of the sonic cannons—
He pushed himself upright.
Standing tall once more.
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