Chapter 245: Marvel: Starting by Awakening the Little Universe Chapter 125

But no Bai Yin Saint does this.

No other reason.

If the gap between a Bronze Saint and an ordinary person is like the gap between a billionaire and a poor person in a slum.

Then the gap between a Bai Yin Saint and a Bronze Saint is the difference between an extraordinary being and a stray dog on the side of the road.

Hawk, with his upper body bare, stepped out from the flames of his rebirth.

In his Little Universe.

The phoenix phantom spread its huge phoenix wings that spanned the galaxy, countless stars flowed within it, and the phoenix phantom raised its head high as if celebrating something.

His Little Universe was expanding into the surrounding void with an unrivaled power.

Boom!

Malekith, who had been sent flying, smashed a deep pit into the muddy ground, and then, like a catapult, walked out of the pit he had just smashed with a 'whoosh.'

"Impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

"How could you be a god!"

Malekith stared with wide, disbelieving eyes, letting out an incredulous roar at Hawk, who had returned from Nirvana, bare-chested, and exposing his strong body permeated with crimson flames.

Hawk was expressionless: "I am not a god."

He was indeed not a god.

At the very least, before he comprehended the Ninth Sense, he could never become a god.

But...

As long as he became a god, then he would be a creator god.

The supreme creator god of his Phoenix Universe.

The kind without any equal!

As for why Malekith would say he was a god.

It was actually very simple.

Who told him to control the divine power of 'immortality' and 'Nirvana'; it was precisely because of this that Malekith called him a god.

After all...

Only a god is qualified to control divine power.

Praise the Phoenix!

Malekith heard Hawk's plain explanation, was stunned for a moment, then reacted, and his hideous expression became even more angry.

He opened his hands, and the Aether particles in his body gathered in his hands like flowing water, then roared and blasted toward Hawk: "I don't care if you are a god or not, hand over the Aether particles."

The dark red Aether particles instantly condensed into a huge hill in the air, and then appeared above Hawk's head.

The next moment.

Mount Tai pressing down.

Hawk looked up, didn't dodge, didn't avoid, looked at Malekith with a calm gaze, and then opened his right hand.

Boom!

Hawk's figure didn't even sink, didn't even shake, and the huge hill landed steadily in Hawk's palm.

Looking at it.

It was as if Hawk had lifted this huge hill with one hand.

"Hiss!"

Peter, who was still squatting on the stone pillar of the Stonehenge watching, heard Hawk's words and couldn't help but gasp at this unbelievable scene.

Hawkeye's pupils contracted.

Natasha also couldn't help but tense up.

Lei Shen, the God of Thunder, who was on the side, looked at this scene, shrugged, and said to Natasha: "This is nothing, I can lift a planet."

His Lei Shenzhichui was forged from a star, so theoretically speaking, he, the God of Thunder, could lift a star!

Natasha subconsciously glanced at Lei Shen, the God of Thunder, hummed, and then refocused her gaze on Hawk, who was lifting the huge hill with one arm.

She had never seen Lei Shen lift a planet.

But...

Hawk lifting a hill with one arm was a real event, and a real scene happening before her eyes at this moment.

If the Supersonic Fist is a basic skill for a Bai Yin Saint.

Then!

Moving mountains and dividing seas is the standard for measuring whether a Saint is a Bai Yin Saint.

Every Bai Yin Saint, even the weakest one, has the strength described, able to easily lift a hill, and at the same time, able to divide the ten-thousand-meter-deep sea and walk freely on the seabed.

Hawk raised his eyes and glanced at the huge hill supported on his palm, which had appeared through the manifestation of Aether particles.

The next second.

He raised his left hand and also pointed a finger at the bottom of the hill supported on his right palm.

A crisp cracking sound came out; the moment his finger touched the hill, the hill in his right palm collapsed into tiny gravels at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Malekith's pupils were shocked beyond measure.

Hawk, on the other hand, shook his head with a sense of boredom.

He looked at Malekith calmly.

"You are right!"

"Before this, I was just like Lei Shen, unable to control all my power, and I couldn't beat you at all."

"This cannot be denied."

Natasha, who was watching the battle in the distance, heard this and subconsciously looked at Lei Shen on the side.

Lei Shen felt Natasha's gaze and raised his Lei Shenzhichui: "This hammer is forged from a star, I can lift a star."

Natasha frowned slightly and asked a soul-searching question: "But, aren't you the God of Thunder?"

Lei Shen opened his mouth.

Hawk's words continued.

"But..."

"Once I awaken and control all my power, obviously, you are very weak, so weak that I almost have no interest in fighting anymore."

Hawk said with some boredom, then shook his head and slowly turned around.

It seemed...

He didn't seem to want to fight anymore.

Malekith looked at Hawk, who was turning to leave, his disfigured face turning blue and white, and his voice sounded as if it were squeezed out from a crack: "Damn bastard, are you saying I'm trash?"

Malekith, roaring, instantly stopped his movement, appeared behind Hawk in an instant, and the moment his right hand swung out, a reality dagger condensed from Aether particles had already appeared.

"Holy shit, Hawk, be careful!"

"Be careful!"

Peter and Natasha couldn't help but exclaim when they saw this scene.

The next second.

Slap!

Hawk turned around quickly and slapped Malekith a hundred meters away, then turned around again, his tone calm: "But to thank you for helping me awaken the Sixth Sense, and also to thank you for the Aether particles you sent, I will give you my strongest move as a gift!"

Saying this.

Boom!

Crimson flames emerged from behind Hawk again, but this time, it didn't condense into a phoenix phantom; the moment the crimson flames touched Hawk's back, it seemed to carve a dragon shape with angry eyes on his back.

Not a Green Dragon.

But a Fire Dragon.

And with the appearance of the Fire Dragon, Hawk, who had his back to the crowd, turned around again, then opened his right hand toward the sky, and struck the starting pose for his strongest attack so far without wearing a Cloth.

The Fire Dragon phantom behind him let out a high-pitched dragon roar, and immediately after, under the guidance of Hawk's will, it began to slowly roam on his back.

And with the roaming of the Fire Dragon, Hawk's momentum became more and more powerful.

The dragon roar also became more and more high-pitched.

The next second.

Hawk raised his eyes and looked at the sky.

"Rise to the clouds!"

"Heavenly Dragon!"

"Ang—"

"..."