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The ground rumbles first—a low, primal growl that vibrates in your bones, as if the arena itself is holding its breath 🌍🔊. The gates creak open, and for a heartbeat, there’s only shadow… then, a roar. Not just any roar—the roar, a sound that splits the air like a lightning strike, raw and untamed, a beast unchained 🦁⚡.

Out he comes, a mountain of green muscle and fury, every step shaking the sand beneath him, veins bulging, eyes blazing like embers stoked to inferno 🔥💪. He’s bigger than memory, wilder—no trace of the man beneath, just pure, unbridled rage given form. The crowd erupts, but he doesn’t hear them; his gaze locks on the opponent, a monster of stone and brute force, and something snaps.

He charges, a green juggernaut, slamming into his foe with the force of a collapsing skyscraper 🗼💥. Fists fly—crunching, smashing, each blow a thunderclap. He tears through defenses like they’re paper, tossing the giant aside as if it’s a toy, roaring again, louder, as if challenging the gods themselves to stop him 🎯👊.

There’s a primal beauty to it—the way he moves, half chaos, half calculated destruction; the way his skin glows faintly with the heat of his own anger; the way he stands, chest heaving, king of the arena, unbroken, unbowed 🐻👑. This isn’t just a fight—it’s a storm made flesh, a reminder that some forces can’t be caged, can’t be controlled.

And in that moment, as he lets loose another earth-shaking roar, you understand: this is the Hulk. Not a man, not a monster, but a force of nature. And when he comes out to play, the world better hold on tight 🌀🌪️.