Chapter 244 The Frenzied Hammer Blow

*Pū!*

With a sudden fierce flap of his dark wings, two small cyclones formed in the air, causing a gust of wind that scattered the glass bottles within the factory.

The towering figure that had been free-falling was halted abruptly in mid-air, just half a meter above the factory floor. Kyle vibrated his wings lightly, keeping himself suspended in the air. He gazed at Hulk, who had been hurled nearly thirty meters away with his upper body embedded in a crater.

Kyle's eyes instinctively shifted to his transformed left hand. His fist could no longer be described as just a fist; it more resembled a gigantic armored hammer, covered in layers of dark keratin membranes, it looked akin to bone formations that extended beyond the boundaries of mere flesh.

Kyle didn't need to ask Venom because as soon as Venom's new form had appeared, he understood what Venom had done.

Just moments ago, Venom had controlled the part of his body that had left its main form to infiltrate Hulk's body. In the battle, it had absorbed Hulk's innate abilities and was now feeding this knowledge back to the main body.

This newfound power could be called the "Heavy Fist" or "Heavy Hammer," and Kyle could clearly feel that the body's functional power was autonomously converging at the end of the left hammer fist, accumulating strength in layers like stacking buffs.

"So there is no need for any techniques. I can rely on my Superhuman physique to deliver a force of thousands of pounds. This is the fighting style Hulk excels in, and it's the perfect combat form to control physical strength," Kyle realized.

After grasping this, he shot an alluring glance at Hulk. His slim tongue lightly licked his lips, and his battle lust ignited like a blazing flame.

"Roar!"

Hulk emitted a low, ancient-beast-like growl. He heaved his body from the ground, and bricks, debris, and equipment that had covered him were sent flying. The green-skinned monster's body ignited with intense anger.

*Thud!*

He crushed the ground beneath his feet and lunged forward, charging along the trench that was created by his own body.

"This is perfect!" Kyle took a deep breath and instead of retreating, he chose to advance. He swept his wings backward while propelling himself towards Hulk, who was rapidly approaching him.

The collision between the two, like a meteor striking the Earth, resulted in a situation where the point of contact was surrounded by a deathly silence. The entire factory's space seemed to freeze at this moment.

Afterward, the space around them quivered, turbulent white waves of energy surged wildly as the local air pressure fluctuations erupted, and any airborne debris was pulverized as shockwaves rolled out in all directions.

Though it was a collision of pure physical strength and power, it resembled the detonation of two high-explosive missiles!

Kyle had his hammer-like left hand meet Hulk's clenched fist. The red glow in his eyes intensified. Without dodging or blocking, he raised the heavily charged hammer and delivered a mighty strike.

The green fist and the black hammer collided against one another. The entire factory space seemed to freeze as all sounds faded into silence.

Then, at the center of the clash.

*Hummm—*

The swiftly swirling white airwaves went haywire, local air pressure disturbances burst, and any flying debris was pulverized. The sound waves swept out like tidal waves.

And in that instant, their eyes locked.

Hulk, with a puzzled expression on his face, watched as Kyle's right hand, covered in a black exoskeleton, rapidly transformed to the shape of a hammer, resembling his left one. It exuded an oppressive and menacing aura.

"It's my turn now!" Kyle declared.

With a swift motion, the hammer in his right hand rose high, then descended at a slightly slanted angle, brutally striking Hulk's head.

*Dang!*

It sounded like an iron pile striking a giant metal bell. Hulk's head, still harder than Iron Plate, couldn't withstand the force behind the hammer's blow. His eyes briefly rolled back into their sockets and his ears began to ring, and his massive green body was forcefully sent flying.

His body skidded across the ground, tumbling from one end of the factory to the other, much like Kyle had done earlier, essentially splitting the entire factory in two!

In this monstrous battle, the already battered factory couldn't withstand the tremors any longer, and its structural integrity collapsed.

At that moment, in an alley beside the factory, General Ross arrived with soldiers. They tended to the gruesome scene involving two dead soldiers and provided urgent care to the critically injured Emil.

However, General Ross and the soldiers were interrupted when their attention was drawn to the collapsing factory. Within seconds, it had turned into a ruin in the night.

"What's the situation on the battlefield over there now?" General Ross asked calmly into his radio. He had previously dispatched elite soldiers to track Hulk from a distance.

"Reporting, General."

A soldier stationed on a nearby building rooftop, equipped with night vision binoculars, reported hesitantly. "Target Hulk is currently... being suppressed by that dark lifeform!"

"Hulk is being suppressed?" General Ross exclaimed.

He had heard stories from his father about events during World War II, and since Kyle's disappearance, it was clear who the dark lifeform inside the factory was.

General Ross hadn't expected Kyle to be so powerful, capable of outmatching even Hulk.

In the midst of the factory wreckage, just as the reconnaissance team had reported, Kyle was undeniably in control, and he was dominating Hulk.

*Rumble!*

Accompanied by Hulk's furious roar of frustration, he was once again hammered away, flying through the air in a magnificent parabolic arc.

*Swoosh!*

A dark figure, slightly sluggish, raced through the night sky at a speed nearly twice that of Hulk, closing in on the airborne green giant.

Hulk reached out with both hands, trying to grab hold of the dark figure.

But Kyle, with a slight flap of his wings, skillfully evaded and maneuvered above Hulk, who was struggling in mid-air.

Despite the bulkiness of his hammer-shaped hands, Kyle's agility was significantly decreased, but with the assistance of his flight-capable wings, he maintained a speed advantage over Hulk.

Kyle grinned slightly as he raised both of his dark hammers. With a left-right swing, he hammered Hulk relentlessly, descending with each blow.

Hulk, filled with anger but unable to exert his full strength, was pummeled by the hammer-like strikes. Each hit felt like a missile detonating against his green, muscular flesh.

The feeling of frustration was overwhelming, and he almost felt like he was about to pull out his own hair.

*(End of this chapter)*