The dark wings behind Kyle trembled slightly as he circled in the air and sent the dual hammers crashing down on Hulk.
The dual hammers resounded with a deafening impact!
Hulk had no opportunity to resist as he plummeted from a height of over ten meters, crashing headfirst onto the site of the now-ruined factory.
*Thud!*
It was like a celestial body crashing to Earth, the immense impact sending debris and dust into the sky, creating a crater with a three-and-a-half-meter radius.
Kyle landed at the edge of the crater, panting heavily, and raised the hammer in his left hand as he prepared to continue the assault.
“Hulk!” The Hulk called out.
Hulk’s resilience was apparent; as even after enduring numerous hammer blows, he regained his composure, stood up without hesitation, and leaped out of the crater.
“Come on!” Kyle licked his lips, the hammer poised for action, his body tense, ready to engage Hulk with his full strength.
But to Kyle’s astonishment, once Hulk leaped out of the crater and roared in frustration, he immediately turned around and leaped powerfully in the opposite direction, disappearing into the dark wilderness.
His actions seemed like a retreat, and this action of his left Kyle bewildered.
Hulk had… fled?
This was unexpected. Hulk was known for his fearless, head-on approach to even the most formidable adversaries. The concept of fear and retreat was foreign to him.
“Of course! Now, Hulk’s human side, Bruce Banner, must be trying to regain control,” Kyle quickly realized the real situation of Hulk’s retreat. He knew this was the best opportunity to apprehend Hulk.
He was about to pursue Hulk, who was growing more distant, but his wings suddenly stopped mid-flap, and he found himself immobilized. His dual hammers began to transform, and his Venom symbiote, which was in full coverage mode, began to dissipate like flowing water.
“I apologize, Master,” Venom said weakly. The symbiote shifted into its more energy-conserving casual form.
“Master,” The transformed metal chain that Vis had taken the form of emitted a faint light and explained, “Your state of symbiosis with Venom had already been overused by maintaining the battle form of dual hammers and it has been significantly draining your energy. You’re now close to the limit.”
“I understand,” Kyle gasped when he heard this, his face somewhat pale, as sweat poured off his body.
Transitioning from a state of peak performance to a state of extreme exhaustion, he was, in a word, drained.
Exhausted!
Both his mind and body were completely spent. The high-intensity battle and adrenaline rush had left him physically and mentally depleted. His entire body ached from the continuous, intense use of the hammer’s full-strength strikes.
Hungry!
His stomach rumbled with extreme hunger, his divine body crying out for nourishment, demanding sustenance to refuel itself. His Healing Factor and cellular structures seemed to be clamoring loudly, yearning for the sustenance they required.
Drowsy!
His eyelids felt as heavy as lead, and his consciousness was groggy. He longed to lie down on the spot and get some much-needed rest.
Much like the previous side effects from his use of the thousand tendrils, but this time, the situation was even more severe. This was a result of the first-time use of the heavy hammer mode, coupled with the transformation of his hands to sustain high-impact combat.
“I can’t believe… that I got a little carried away,” Kyle sighed. He could only look up into the distance as he watched Hulk disappear into the night.
…
At a military command center vehicle on the battlefield.
General Ross sat in his vehicle, receiving messages from reconnaissance soldiers, but the situation at the factory ruins had gone quiet five minutes ago, and there wasn’t much information coming in.
Just as he took off his headphones, he heard a soldier outside exclaim, “General, Mr. Kyle is back!”
“What?” General Ross was taken aback before he quickly opened the car door, and went to greet Kyle. He could see Kyle approaching, looking exhausted, surrounded by several armed soldiers.
“Mr. Kyle, are you alright?” General Ross inquired with genuine concern, without immediately asking about Hulk’s situation.
“I’m fine. Hulk ran into the wilderness; he should have reverted to his human form now. You can send soldiers to track him,” Kyle replied wearily.
Without much consideration, General Ross immediately issued orders to the surrounding soldiers to pursue Hulk.
Once a few armed soldiers had left, Kyle entered the vehicle, slumping into the seat, his body exhausted.
General Ross watched him with worry. “Mr. Kyle, I can see you’re very weak. Do you need a doctor?”
“No need,” Kyle shook his head and said softly, “I just need food.”
“Food?” General Ross was momentarily surprised but promptly ordered the soldiers to bring over canned goods and compressed biscuits from their supplies.
Kyle didn’t hesitate; he grabbed a random can and, using his nails, cut it open. He wolfed down a big piece of meat with a spoon.
A few minutes later, General Ross looked down at the empty cans scattered around the car. He swallowed his saliva, then calmly said into the radio, “Get me more food, rations for ten people!”
Kyle finally stopped eating after consuming the food meant for thirty people. His stomach didn’t show any sign of fullness.
“Mr. Kyle, do you want more?” General Ross approached cautiously.
“No, I’m somewhat full now,” Kyle said, releasing a deep breath as the hunger pangs subsided.
General Ross wore a bitter expression. “Somewhat full? You just ate the food rations for one-third of this mission.”
“I need to sleep. Don’t disturb me unless it’s necessary.”
Kyle had barely finished speaking when he closed his eyes, and in half a second, he entered a deep sleep, his head resting on the seat.
General Ross blinked, sighed, and murmured, “The Symbol of Peace is truly extraordinary.”
One night passed, and when the day broke, the factory site, now a ruin, bore numerous visible scars from the fierce battle that had taken place. The local residents were shocked and rumors of the supernatural battle last night began to circulate.
After searching throughout the night, General Ross finally received crucial information: Bruce Banner, or rather, his dark persona, had arrived at a port outside Brazil and had seemingly disappeared. It was highly likely that he had managed to leave Brazil on a ship.
General Ross wondered, where could Bruce have gone?
Without much thought, he quickly came to a decision and issued an order: “All soldiers, return to the aircraft. We’re heading back to Base 2! The target individual has likely headed in the direction of the United States!”
*(End of this chapter)*
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