From Godhood to the Heavens

The moment his head hit the ground, Abomination blinked, a blank expression even appearing on his face.

Only one thought remained in my mind: I haven't lost yet!

Seeing Abomination fall to the ground in an instant, Hulk suddenly stopped in his tracks, his eyes scanning his surroundings as he let out an angry roar.

"Hulk!"

Fang Ping couldn't help but let out a soft exclamation, his gaze falling on the fallen Abomination.

The headless corpse then swayed and reached for its head on the ground, before putting it back on!

Fang Ping raised an eyebrow. Such tenacious vitality must have its merits!

However, he immediately shook his head, and a ball of flame descended from the sky, landing on the abomination and instantly igniting a raging fire, turning him into a giant fireball.

It let out painful howls, struggled and rolled desperately, trying to extinguish the flames, but in just three seconds, only a clump of ashes remained in the flames.

A thought of flame flew back and merged into Fang Ping's body. He raised an eyebrow, and a ball of essence surged into his body, bringing only a slight enhancement.

Seeing this scene before him, Hulk grabbed forward in a daze, a gust of wind rose up, and the ashes disappeared.

A sense of fear welled up inside him, and he couldn't help but stagger backward. He turned his head to look at the figure in the sky and let out a roar, like a cat with its fur standing on end, arching his body to make himself appear enormous.

Fang Ping slowly descended, a smile playing on his lips. Looking at the large green creature, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

It seems that he already possessed considerable wisdom at this point!

He slowly stretched out his hand, raised it, and slapped Hulk from a distance. Hulk's figure was instantly sent flying dozens of miles like a cannonball.

Fang Ping followed closely behind, frowning as he looked at Hulk, who was embedded in a building with his bones shattered.

Hulk's figure rapidly recovered at a visible speed, even continuing to expand, his aura constantly surging.

Sure enough, it hasn't reached its limit yet.

Then go ahead!

Thus, within the mirror space, Hulk's figure was repeatedly knocked away like a baseball, then healed himself, becoming stronger, only to be crippled by Fang Ping with an even more powerful force.

After an unknown amount of time, Hulk suddenly shattered the mirror space with a single punch, his body swelling to tens of feet in size, radiating an unparalleled aura. With every movement, he seemed poised to destroy the planet, and behind him, the phantom of a demon god could be faintly seen.

As if the gaze of a dimensional demon were fixed upon him, Fang Ping couldn't help but frown slightly. If Thor were to come over, he could smash Hulk to a pulp with a single slap. However, it seems that Hulk has already reached his limit.

Since the last time he was riddled with broken bones, Hulk's aura has not continued to grow.

It seems that's all there is to it.

While it's not bad, it's far inferior to the Saiyans' multiplied power after being near death.

That is, the level of a single planet being destroyed.

Fang Ping shook his head, raised his hand and slapped Hulk across the face again. The ground instantly cracked, and the elevation dropped by thousands of meters. Hulk lay helplessly in the deep pit, tears of humiliation even welling up in his eyes.

"Hulk~ Hulk~"

His body then shrank continuously, gradually transforming into a slightly weathered middle-aged man, lying naked in the deep pit with a look of pain on his face.

Bruce Banner trembled as he raised a finger, looking at Hulk, who was huddled in his sea of ​​consciousness, looking as aggrieved as a child. He wished he had no memory of what had just happened and didn't have to empathize with him.

I never imagined that such a powerful Hulk could be as weak as a baby in someone's hands, and be easily crushed.

He was even beaten into a state of depression. Every slap was just right, neither killing Hulk nor letting him live.

The humiliation was so profound that Bruce Banner didn't know whether to wipe away his tears or cover his exposed genitals.

Fang Ping floated down from mid-air, his gaze lingering on Bruce Banner, pondering how to settle Bruce Banner.

As for whether he agreed or not, to be honest, Fang Ping didn't even consider it. Did he have the right to refuse?

"How about joining me?" Fang Ping said with a smile.

Bruce Banner's eyes flickered; he was a little confused about what Fang Ping was up to. After a long while, he finally spoke, "Could you let me put on my clothes first?"

Fang Ping looked you up and down, then smiled and said, "I thought your underwear was indestructible, but it seems that's not the case!"

Bruce Banner quickly squeezed his legs together, feeling a chill run through him, and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"I don't think this is gentlemanly behavior!"

"I'm not exactly a gentleman. I'm a little interested in you and that thing inside you, but who knows, I might not be interested anymore in the next second!"

So, you'd better decide quickly! After all, it concerns your future.

Fang Ping spoke calmly, but Bruce Banner couldn't help but swallow hard, thought for a moment, and nodded.

"You can help me control that monster, and I'm willing to work for you!"

Fang Ping chuckled, waved his finger, and said, "It's not just about work!"

Seeing this, Bruce Banner gritted his teeth and nodded, then said, "Okay, I agree!"

Fang Ping chuckled, shrugged, and said, "Actually, it doesn't matter whether you agree or not; it just determines what methods I'll use against you next!"

However, your choice was quite wise, so I'll give you a gift!

With a wave of his hand, the Shennong Cauldron appeared, and a series of spells were cast. Before long, a celestial artifact flew out.

Bruce Banner's expression was incredibly interesting. He couldn't help but twitch his lips as he looked at the boxer shorts that had appeared in front of him.

"Don't mention it, here's a pair of underwear that will never get damaged, that's more in line with the Hulk's style!"

Fang Ping grinned mischievously, as if he were playing a prank.

Bruce Banner stared blankly at the boxer shorts that had appeared before him, their metallic sheen leaving him somewhat bewildered.

With a flick of his wrist, a drop of blood gushed from Bruce Banner's body, landing on his boxer shorts and instantly merging into them.

Bruce Banner immediately felt a strange connection, and the idea of ​​an indestructible pair of boxer shorts was taken into his body and instantly reappeared on his body.

A surge of information rushed into his mind: size as desired, indestructible, moving at will, absorbing attacks, accumulating energy, automatically protecting its master—a true immortal artifact. Bruce Banner couldn't help but gasp, his heart pounding like a thousand horses galloping, his mind churning.

But why does it have to be underwear...?