Chapter 307: Marvel: Awakening the Small Universe at the Start, Chapter 159

In his hollow eye sockets, Hellfire burned, swirled, and even pulsed violently, as if forming two vortices leading to Hell.

"Hehehe!"

Ghost Rider, having driven to the edge of the canyon, let out a chilling laugh. After getting off the bike, without a word, he grabbed the chain wrapped around him and swung it violently toward Hawk above.

The chain, like a living viper, flew up suddenly, carrying the soul-burning Hellfire, whistling as it whipped up a fire tornado, precisely strangling toward Hawk.

Hawk watched the soul chain attacking him calmly.

His figure vanished from the spot the moment the chain arrived, at the very instant the fire tornado was violently destroying the rock beneath him.

The next second.

The moment Ghost Rider, who was pulling the other end of the soul chain, had his chest caved in, he turned into a fireball and plunged into the canyon wall with a boom.

"Sonic Fist!"

"Boom!"

Hawk appeared silently where Ghost Rider had just been standing. Then, looking at Ghost Rider, who had been punched into the rock wall as if embedded in it, he clenched his right fist and swung it at Ghost Rider once more.

"Super! Sonic Fist—"

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The rock wall vibrated and disintegrated. Rocks breaking off from the mountain body sprayed in all directions like bullets.

And just as the rock wall was being deepened by Hawk's fist wind, Ghost Rider, bearing the brunt of hundreds of punches from Hawk in a single second, continued to sink deeper into the rock wall at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Finally.

Accompanied by a mournful cry, the rock wall that had existed in the canyon for who knows how long slowly tilted and collapsed amidst the deafening sound, completely burying Ghost Rider in the ruins of the rock wall along with the rising dust.

Hawk withdrew his fist but did not leave.

Could Ghost Rider be dismissed so easily?

Don't be ridiculous.

You must know, Ghost Rider is different from the Four Elements of Creation, and even different from the second-generation Hell demon Blackheart.

Its core is the Spirit of Vengeance.

In short.

Ghost Rider is almost completely immune to physical attacks.

Sure enough!

After another earth-shattering roar came from the ruins of the rock wall, Ghost Rider, his Hellfire surging, jumped out of the ruins in a single leap.

The rock debris beneath his feet was scorched red by the Hellfire, even showing signs of melting.

And Ghost Rider, standing on the rock debris, used his hollow, flaming eye sockets, holding his soul chain in his hand, and looked at Hawk, his voice hollow.

"You are guilty!"

"None of your business!"

Hawk spoke almost the moment Ghost Rider finished, and at the same time, his right fist swung out again.

Boom!

Ghost Rider, standing on the rock debris, was sent flying backward again, crashing into another rock wall.

But this time, he wasn't punched into it.

Rocks splashed everywhere.

The moment Ghost Rider fell from the rock wall onto the sand like a hanging painting, the soul chain in his hand flew out again, and in the blink of an eye, it instantly wrapped around Hawk's ankle... as if!

The moment he was wrapped by the soul chain, the afterimage Hawk left in place vanished instantly.

The surging Hellfire in Ghost Rider's hollow eye sockets couldn't help but pause for a split second.

Hawk's voice sounded from above his head.

"Hey!"

"..."

"Boom!"

Almost the moment Ghost Rider subconsciously looked up, Hawk's fist had already smashed directly into Ghost Rider's flaming skull with great force.

Accompanied by the shaking of the ground, Ghost Rider's height shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

No.

It wasn't shrinking; it was that Ghost Rider's entire lower body had instantly sunk into the sand under Hawk's palm.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Ghost Rider's height shrank repeatedly. After Hawk's three strikes, only Ghost Rider's flaming head remained above ground, his body below the head completely submerged in the earth.

"Hiss!"

Hawk withdrew his right hand, flicking away the Hellfire that could burn souls that had stained his hand, and looked at Ghost Rider, whose head remained intact despite his three strikes that could shatter a small mountain, marveling, "Your head is really hard."

Before he could finish speaking.

The soul chain, which had been hanging on the ground and seemed to have had no time to react, suddenly rose like a viper, flicking its tongue, and hissed toward Hawk, who was stepping on the skull.

Hawk didn't dodge or evade, directly extending his left hand, successfully pinching the soul chain at its seven-inch mark.

Ghost Rider, with only his head exposed above ground, sensed Hawk grabbing his soul chain and let out a sinister cackle.

The next second.

The Hellfire on the soul chain surged violently. Immediately after, Hawk felt his feet go empty. Looking down, he saw the skull that had been under his feet had disappeared.

But...

Ghost Rider's body was still under his feet.

Hawk regained his focus and looked again at the soul chain he was holding.

The moment he looked, a skull with hollow eye sockets burning with Hellfire replaced the soul chain in his hand.

The hollow eye sockets met his gaze.

"Hehehe."

"You are guilty. Accept judgment."

The skull held in Hawk's hand opened its mouth slightly, cackling sinisterly, and the Hellfire in its hollow eye sockets instantly formed a tunnel vortex.

Opposite the vortex, there seemed to be endless darkness.

Hawk felt his soul being pulled. From the vortex of Hellfire in Ghost Rider's eye sockets, an external force seemed to strike, attempting to pull his soul into the tunnel.

If the Underworld belonging to his Small Universe hadn't been born, he would certainly have had no resistance to such a pulling force.

After all, he was currently on Earth and hadn't signed a contract with any dimension, so theoretically, he was an Earthling, and his soul should belong to Mephisto's Hell.

But it was different after he gave birth to his own Underworld.

Still the same words.

I already have my own Underworld, and my soul still belongs to your Hell? Then wouldn't my Underworld have been built in vain?

So...

Hawk could feel the vortex in Ghost Rider's hollow eye sockets trying to pull his soul.

But his soul remained unmoved.

Time passed bit by bit.

Ghost Rider continued to cackle sinisterly.

Hawk stared calmly at the vortex in Ghost Rider's hollow eye sockets.

Ten seconds.

Thirty seconds.

One minute.

Three minutes.

Ghost Rider stopped cackling. Not only did he stop laughing, but even the vortex leading to Hell disappeared, the Hellfire in his eye sockets stagnated, and he seemed to have fallen into silence at this moment.

But...

Smiles don't disappear; they only transfer.

Hawk looked at Ghost Rider, who had walked into his own trap and stopped cackling in his palm, and smiled slightly: "Laugh, keep laughing!"

As he spoke, he squeezed the force holding Ghost Rider's head.

Crack!

A crisp cracking sound rang out clearly in the canyon, which had just been noisy but had now returned to silence.

If Ghost Rider hadn't separated his head from his body, Hawk really wouldn't have had a way to deal with him.

But after Ghost Rider chose to separate his head voluntarily, it was completely different.

"Ah!"

Accompanied by the cracking sound, a scream from the depths of the soul rang out, followed by a scene like a horror movie.

The flaming skull in Hawk's left palm, the moment the scream rang out, instantly turned back into a head with Nicolas Cage's old face, but in an instant, it turned back into Ghost Rider's iconic skull.

Hawk understood instantly.

He had originally thought the relationship between Johnny Blaze and Ghost Rider was more like that of Bruce Banner and Hulk.

That is, Johnny Blaze could transform into Ghost Rider, but Ghost Rider wasn't just Johnny Blaze; he could have other hosts.

But that didn't seem to be the case.

Johnny Blaze's soul seemed to have perfectly merged with Ghost Rider's Spirit of Vengeance.

And there was only one way to achieve this.

It must be Johnny Blaze's willing choice to merge with the Spirit of Vengeance.

This explained another question.

Why, when Sharon called earlier, she said that during the day, Johnny Blaze, who hadn't transformed into Ghost Rider, was still on his way to New York City.

Simply put—

It wasn't just Ghost Rider who accepted Mephisto's order to try to take his soul to Hell.

Johnny Blaze did too.

This Johnny Blaze also wanted to send his soul to Hell.

No wonder Ghost Rider could separate his head whenever he wanted.

So you two are of one mind.

"Tsk!"

After Hawk figured this out, looking at the head in his left palm, which was constantly switching between Johnny Blaze and Ghost Rider states while screaming under pressure, he couldn't help but click his tongue.

The next second.

Boom!

As Hawk's gaze turned cold, his left hand holding the head closed instantly.

The screaming stopped abruptly.

Hawk opened his left hand, and the tiny fragments of the head flowed down through the gaps in his fingers.

A Hell vortex opened in Hawk's perception.

The soul of Johnny Blaze, who had perfectly merged with the Spirit of Vengeance, was instantly absorbed into the Hell vortex.

Hawk sensed everything with a blank expression. ===== CHAPTER 309 =====