In an eternally dark space.
Hawk, who had transformed into golden flames and vanished from the Hell Tavern, opened his eyes again and, seeing the pitch-black space where he couldn't see his hand in front of him or anywhere else, couldn't help but curse.
He had thought his Nirvana process was over.
But it seemed it wasn't.
That's not right.
Didn't they say Nirvana was instantaneous?
Hawk's heart stirred, and he instinctively focused his mind on his Little Universe.
The result...
Hawk reopened his eyes, a hint of shock in them.
His Little Universe was gone.
Wait.
No.
Hawk quickly calmed down from his momentary panic.
His Little Universe was still there.
Hawk could feel it, but for some reason, he couldn't connect with his Little Universe temporarily.
It seemed his Little Universe was shielded in this eternally dark space, just as if his five senses had been temporarily stripped away.
Sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch had all disappeared.
Hawk's heart stirred, and he seemed to understand. He instinctively sat cross-legged in the eternally dark space, adopting Shaka's signature pose.
The next second.
Hawk slowly closed his eyes!
Instantly!
The moment Hawk closed his eyes in this pitch-black space, his vision was no longer dark but filled with light.
Stars, like meteors, began to streak from afar, falling towards him.
Countless thoughts flooded Hawk's mind at that moment, but in the blink of an eye, they vanished without a trace.
Hawk now knew where he was.
This was the edge of life and death.
Evidently.
He had succeeded, and as soon as he realized where this place was, like a sudden enlightenment, it made him understand many things.
But the most important point.
Hawk suddenly opened his eyes.
The next moment.
He looked at the door to the Sixth Sense that had reappeared before him. This time, without any hesitation or obstruction, he took a step forward.
Instantly.
He was already standing in the realm of the Sixth Sense!
At the same time.
Just as Malekith's disfigured face still held an expression of astonishment, and just as Natasha and Thor's conversation came to an end in a flash of lightning.
The phoenix, which had previously embraced Hawk gently like a mother, suddenly spread its wings again.
The next second.
Crimson flames began to sweep like a fire tornado.
The firelight was dazzling.
Flames soared to the sky.
And in these soaring flames, Hawk, who had been standing with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.
Crimson flames permeated his eyes, finally converging in his pupils, which were now crimson with a hint of gold.
The next second.
Hawk, still amidst the flames, extended his right index finger towards Malekith, who was about fifty meters away from him.
"Super!"
"Sonic Punch—"
A blinding white light instantly condensed on Hawk's fingertip. The moment Malekith's body suddenly arched backward and flew away, a violent roar finally sounded!
"Boom!"
Sonic Punch!
A punch delivered at several times the speed of sound generates a powerful impact, capable of killing ordinary Bronze Saints with just a single finger.
And this move is merely a standard skill for a Silver Saint.
As long as a Silver Saint wishes and their Little Universe energy remains, they can continuously use this move.
But no Silver Saint does that.
For no other reason than this.
If the gap between a Bronze Saint and an ordinary person is like the gap between a billionaire and a poor person in the slums.
Then the gap between a Silver Saint and a Bronze Saint is the difference between a superhuman and a stray dog on the street.
Hawk, shirtless, stepped out of the flames of rebirth.
In his Little Universe.
The phantom of the phoenix spread its colossal wings, spanning across the galaxy, with countless stars swirling within. The phoenix phantom raised its head in a high-pitched cry, as if celebrating something.
His Little Universe was expanding into the surrounding void with an unstoppable force.
Boom!
Malekith, who had been sent flying, crashed heavily into the dirt, creating a deep crater, then, like a launched projectile, he shot out of the newly formed pit with a whoosh.
"Impossible!"
"Absolutely impossible!"
"How could you be a god?!"
Malekith glared with disbelief, letting out an incredulous roar at Hawk, who had returned from Nirvana, shirtless and revealing his muscular physique enveloped in crimson flames.
Hawk's expression was blank: "I am not a god."
He was indeed not a god.
At the very least, he could never become a god before he comprehended the Ninth Sense.
But...
As long as he became a god, then he would be the Creator God.
The supreme Creator God of his Phoenix Universe.
The one and only!
As for why Malekith would call him a god.
It's actually quite simple.
Who made him control the divine authority of 'Immortality' and 'Nirvana'? It was precisely because of this that Malekith called him a god.
After all...
Only gods are qualified to control divine authority.
Praise the Phoenix!
Malekith listened to Hawk's calm explanation, first stunned, then reacted, his distorted expression growing even more furious.
He spread his hands, and the Aether Particles within him converged into his hands like flowing water, then he roared and blasted them towards Hawk: "I don't care if you're a god or not, hand over the Aether Particles!"
Dark red Aether Particles instantly condensed into a giant mountain in the air, then appeared above Hawk's head.
The next second.
Mount Tai pressing down.
Hawk looked up, neither dodging nor evading, his gaze calmly fixed on Malekith, then he opened his right hand.
Boom!
Hawk's figure didn't even sink, nor did it sway; the giant mountain landed steadily in Hawk's palm.
Looking at it.
It was as if Hawk was single-handedly holding up this giant mountain.
"Hiss!"
Peter, who had been squatting on a Stonehenge pillar, listening to Hawk's words, could not help but gasp at the unbelievable scene before him.
Hawkeye's pupils contracted.
Natasha also tensed involuntarily.
Thor, standing nearby, looked at the scene, shrugged, and said to Natasha, "That's nothing. I can lift a Planet."
His Mjolnir was forged from a star, so theoretically, he, Thor, could lift a star!
Natasha instinctively glanced at Thor, hummed, then refocused her gaze on Hawk, who was single-handedly holding up the giant mountain.
She hadn't seen Thor lift a Planet.
But...
Hawk single-handedly lifting a mountain was a real event, happening right before her eyes at that very moment.
If Sonic Punch was a basic skill for a Silver Saint.
Then!
Moving mountains and parting seas is the standard by which a saint seiya is measured as a Silver Saint.
Every Silver Saint, even the weakest among them, possesses strength as described, capable of effortlessly lifting a mountain, and simultaneously, able to part a ten-thousand-meter deep sea and walk freely on its bottom.
Hawk looked up, glancing at the giant mountain manifested by the Aether Particles, which he was supporting in his palm.
The next second.
He raised his left hand and also pointed a finger at the base of the mountain supported by his right palm.
With a crisp crack, the moment his finger touched the mountain, the mountain in his right palm collapsed into countless small stones at a visible speed.
Malekith's pupils were astonished beyond belief.
Hawk, however, shook his head, feeling a surge of disinterest.
He looked calmly at Malekith.
"You're right!"
"Before this, like Thor, I couldn't control my full power, and I couldn't defeat you at all."
"That's undeniable."
Natasha, who was watching the battle from afar, heard this and instinctively looked at Thor beside her.
Thor, feeling Natasha's gaze, held up his Mjolnir: "This hammer is forged from a star. I can lift a star."
Natasha frowned slightly and asked the profound question: "But, aren't you Thor?"
Thor opened his mouth.
Hawk's words continued.
"But…"
"Once I awaken and control my full power, it's clear you're very weak, so weak that I barely have any interest in fighting."
Hawk said with a hint of disinterest, then shook his head and slowly turned around.
It seemed...
He didn't want to fight anymore.
Malekith watched Hawk turn to leave, his disfigured face alternating between green and White, then his voice practically squeezed out from a crack: "Damn bastard, are you calling me a piece of trash?!"
As Malekith roared, his figure instantly stopped, appearing behind Hawk in an instant, and as his right hand swung out, a reality dagger formed from Aether Particles had already appeared.
"Holy shit, Hawk, be careful!"
"Careful!"
Peter and Natasha both cried out in alarm at the sight.
The next second.
Smack!
Hawk quickly turned, directly slapping Malekith a hundred meters away, then turned back, 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 current strongest move as a gift!"
As he spoke.
Boom!
Crimson flames once again surged from behind Hawk, but this time, they did not condense into a phoenix phantom. The crimson flames, upon touching Hawk's back, seemed to carve out an enraged dragon shape on his back.
Not a Blue Dragon.
But a Fire Dragon.
And with the appearance of the Fire Dragon, Hawk, who had his back to everyone, turned around again, then spread his right hand towards the sky, striking the starting pose for his strongest attack in his current state without his saint cloth.
The Fire Dragon phantom behind him let out a resounding dragon's roar, and then, guided by Hawk's will, it began to slowly coil around his back.
And as the Fire Dragon coiled, Hawk's aura grew even stronger.
The dragon's roar also grew more high-pitched.
The next second.
Hawk looked up at the sky.
"Ascend to the clouds!"
"Dragon!"
"Roar—"
"…"
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