Watching Peter plastered against the wall like a squashed gecko, Harry's lips twitched upward on their own, and he nearly laughed out loud.
He shook his head helplessly. This is what you called "guaranteed win"? Looks more like "guaranteed loss" to me!
But no matter how useless his dumb brother could be, Harry wasn't about to leave him there.
Harry Apparated to Peter's side, used a Levitation Charm to pull him out of the wall, and then cast a Healing Charm on him.
As Peter's face slowly regained some color, Harry couldn't help slipping into mockery mode. "I told you not to be impulsive. You just wouldn't listen. Now look at you—your back is probably going to 'retire' before your IQ does."
Peter gave an awkward laugh, scratched the back of his head, and muttered quietly, "I just… wanted to help…"
"Help? You came here to make it worse!" Harry rolled his eyes, exasperated. "I'm saying it again—stay farther away. This isn't a fight you can jump into yet!"
While Harry and Peter were talking, Abomination's wounds had already completely healed. His blood-red eyes locked onto Harry, hatred so thick it almost became tangible—like he wanted to swallow Harry whole and tear him into pieces.
Abomination hated Harry to the bone. He suddenly turned, trying to go around Hulk and charge Harry directly.
But Hulk cut him off again—and as Hulk grew angrier, his power climbed with every second of rage.
Abomination had held a slight advantage in raw strength before. Now, facing a Hulk that was getting more and more berserk, he began to struggle, slowly slipping into the disadvantage.
Harry looked at Hulk with satisfaction. In just a few minutes, he'd gone from a battered underdog to an absolute powerhouse—an unbelievable transformation for any normal person.
Hulk really was a monstrous asset, with bottomless potential.
Harry stacked several Shield Charms on himself and pushed through the flying rubble until he was not far from their clash. He fired the super electromagnetic railgun again, blasting Abomination away, then turned toward Hulk—who was watching him warily.
Harry broke into a bright, friendly grin. He spread his arms slightly to show he meant no harm, and shouted, "Hey, Hulk, don't be nervous. I'm your friend!"
The instant he heard the word "friend," Hulk's eyes lit up—but the light only flickered for a heartbeat before dimming into endless loss and sadness.
He threw his head back and let out an ear-splitting roar, then bellowed angrily, "No! You lie! You not Hulk's friend! You only bully Hulk!"
He looked like a wronged child.
Harry didn't flinch the way others did when Hulk raged. Instead, he stepped forward a little, smiling gently. "No. I'm Hulk's friend. I won't bully Hulk."
Hulk tilted his head, thinking hard. Then he pointed solemnly into the distance. A helicopter hovered there in the gloomy sky, standing out starkly against the dark clouds.
Hulk rumbled, "Ross bad! Always bully Hulk! You help Hulk beat Ross, you Hulk's good friend!"
Harry quickly weighed the consequences of publicly beating up a general. It wasn't exactly impossible… but he had a better option. "Uh… how about I help you beat Abomination instead?"
Hulk lifted a hand and scratched his messy hair, looking seriously thoughtful. After a moment, he nodded heavily. "Okay. Hulk also not like him!"
Then Hulk roared again and charged back in, grappling with Abomination once more.
This time, crackling electricity surrounded Hulk's massive body. The currents danced like living silver snakes across his muscles, leaping and flashing, casting chilling blue arcs.
With the electrical reinforcement, Hulk's speed jumped noticeably—and he beat Abomination so badly he couldn't even find his bearings.
After empowering Hulk with electricity, Harry finally understood just how absurd Hulk's physical toughness was.
If he boosted Peter with the same electrical reinforcement, it would be easy. But doing it to Hulk took several times longer.
If Harry's magic weren't special—practically limitless—an ordinary wizard would burn through a terrifying amount of magic in no time. They'd probably drop dead on the spot from magical exhaustion and their body failing under the strain.
While Hulk fought Abomination, Harry attacked from the side from time to time.
Using Abomination as a durable punching bag, Harry tested all kinds of spells, and even came up with new ideas on the fly.
Right now, the super electromagnetic railgun's penetration wasn't strong enough. Against enemies with terrifying defense, it was hard to break through.
So… could he use the Sacred Sword of the Vishanti as a carrier and fire the super electromagnetic railgun through it?
The Sacred Sword of the Vishanti was formed from high-density magic, but if he coated its surface with electricity, it would generate magnetism and interact with the electromagnetic field.
Harry felt the idea had real potential. He had Hedwig record the concept so he could try it later.
And after hitting Abomination repeatedly, Harry discovered something else: Abomination's resistance to soul magic was far stronger than a normal human's, but compared to his absurd physical defense, it was fragile.
Harry judged that if he landed a full-power astral projection strike, he should be able to knock Abomination's soul out of his body!
Perfect timing—Abomination, suppressed by Hulk and constantly harassed by Harry, finally found an opening. He kicked Hulk away, then charged Harry like a mad beast.
He was like a runaway train, smashing everything in his path. His gaze was vicious and poisonous, every look dripping with bone-deep hatred.
Abomination roared, "You damn little bug! I'm going to crush you to death in one squeeze!"
Hearing that, Harry didn't panic at all. He raised one eyebrow slightly, amusement flashing in his eyes.
Wand in hand, he kept strengthening his Shield Charm.
The transparent barrier around him—already faintly glowing—flared brilliantly and locked tightly around his body like an indestructible shield.
Then he slowly extended one hand. The motion looked gentle, but it carried hidden intent—aimed straight at the onrushing Abomination.
Seeing this, Abomination burst into laughter like he'd just heard the funniest joke in the world. "Hahaha! What, you gonna give me a massage? How stupid can you be! Let me teach you what a real fist is!"
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Far away on the street, behind the apartment windows on both sides, and inside the armed helicopter overhead, everyone was watching the battle in tense silence.
When they saw Hulk and Harry suppressing Abomination, the survivors Harry had saved erupted in excited cheers, shouting and applauding for Harry and Hulk.
But before the joy could fully spread through the air, the situation flipped.
Abomination seized an opportunity, kicked Hulk away, and then snapped his head around. A low, rumbling snarl rolled out of his throat as he charged Harry like a crazed rhinoceros, throwing himself forward without hesitation.
He knew that if he wanted to win, he had to kill this damn wizard first!
Seeing it, the survivors reacted as if an invisible hand had grabbed their throats—then a wave of screams burst out.
In the crowd, the little girl Harry had carefully rescued started crying in fear. Clutching the hand of a young detective beside her, she trembled as she sobbed, "Mister… the wizard… will he be killed by that scary monster?"
While the surrounding crowd fell into panic and tension at Abomination's madness, the young detective was unusually calm, without the slightest hint of chaos.
Thanks to long-term, high-intensity professional training, he had sharp observational skills—able to catch subtle details even in a complex scene.
From the earlier fight where Hulk and Harry worked together against Abomination, he'd formed a rough sense of how strong that mysterious wizard was.
The wizard's abilities were stunning: high-intensity shields, an electromagnetic cannon that could easily blast Abomination away, and that mysterious teleportation magic.
Any one of those should be enough to resolve the crisis.
As long as the wizard didn't suddenly lose his mind and just stand there to—t-to go into a fistfight with Abomination!
Oh god, what's happening? Why is the wizard really not moving?!
Hurry up and fire that super electromagnetic railgun and blast Abomination away!
Or at least use that teleportation magic—get away from him and hide somewhere safe!
The young detective's face filled with confusion. His brows knotted tightly, and his eyes stayed locked on the wizard on the battlefield. He couldn't understand why someone who'd been maneuvering so smoothly with powerful magic suddenly looked as if he'd been hit with a Body-Bind.
And then something even more unbelievable happened—the wizard slowly reached out his hand.
It was so bizarre that an absurd thought flashed through the detective's mind: Don't tell me he's going to massage Abomination at a moment like this?
The detective stared hard at the battlefield, heart pounding violently. He didn't want to see his savior killed in a brutal way!
Just as everyone was drowning in anxiety and helplessness, Harry's palm finally collided with Abomination's chest.
In that instant, time seemed to freeze. Everyone held their breath, eyes wide, unable to believe what they were seeing.
The moment that seemingly light, casual palm made contact, Abomination's enormous, muscular body toppled backward without any resistance at all.
He crashed heavily to the ground, dust exploding outward—then he lay completely still, unconscious.
The sudden reversal stunned everyone on the scene into a blank, frozen silence. After a long moment, someone finally screamed—and then the entire battlefield exploded into thunderous cheers!
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