The Hell Paradise Drop, also known as the Blind Princess Tyrant Slam.
This was originally Hulk's signature move, but now Darian was using it against him.
Darian grabbed Hulk and slammed him violently; the ground shook fiercely. In just a short moment, the surrounding area was covered in dense, massive craters of varying depths, as if it had suffered a saturated artillery bombardment.
Finally, Darian rotated his waist, swinging Hulk in a wide arc before flinging him out. That massive body traced a curve in the air and slammed heavily onto the open ground dozens of meters away.
Amidst the loud crash of landing, dust and smoke billowed up. Huge inertia pushed Hulk as he slid across the ground, carving out a long, deep trench until he slammed into the rock wall behind, finally coming to a halt amidst rolling rubble.
But soon, Hulk stood up again. He shook off the dirt and debris from his head, his eyes filled with surging rage.
Clearly, this giant beast was about to go berserk!
"Roar—!!"
Hulk let out a violent roar, pounding the ground with his arms before leaning forward into a low charge. He rumbled across the ground, crashing through obstacles along the way like a crazed ancient beast, carrying an aura that could crush everything as he charged straight at Darian!
Faced with the charge of this giant beast, Darian did not take it head-on; his figure quickly dodged to the side at the last moment.
Hulk couldn't stop his momentum and crashed headlong into the pile of RVs and shipping containers acting as obstacles behind, his figure pausing slightly from the counter-shock.
Just as he was about to turn and find his target, an exceptionally large iron fist came booming toward his face!
Bang!!
In the muffled sound, Hulk's head snapped to the side, and his body uncontrollably stumbled back a few steps.
Darian seized the opportunity to pursue, a pair of iron fists raining down on Hulk's body one after another. His strength was immense; even with Hulk's constitution, he was beaten into letting out continuous muffled groans.
Hulk did not just take the beating blindly; he also swung his fists at Darian.
His combat level wasn't weak; he had strength where strength was needed, strength where technique was needed, and strength where awareness was needed.
However, Hulk's fists were either nimbly dodged by Darian or blocked directly with Darian's metal gauntlets.
The moment Hulk's fist made contact with the metal gauntlets, his terrifying power was instantly weakened, as if encountering a high-purity force dissipation; most of the power was entirely absorbed by the special material of the gauntlets.
Hulk's invincible brute force suddenly had nowhere to land, giving him a powerless feeling like hitting cotton, making him even more crazed with frustration.
Taking advantage of this, Darian's offensive became increasingly fierce. He easily blocked Hulk's fist and swept a low leg kick into the back of his knee.
Hulk's figure couldn't help but drop lower, and he was met head-on with several heavy punches that made his nose ache and his vision go dark.
He swung his hand out in a wild grab, but Darian leaned back to dodge it.
While Hulk had yet to straighten his body, Darian locked his hands behind Hulk's neck, pressed down, and simultaneously drove his knee upward!
Bang!
Knee bone and facial bone collided violently, producing a sound that made one's teeth ache.
The combo was smooth and fluid. Hulk was beaten into letting out pained roars, green blood gushing from his nose and mouth.
This time, Wade did not cheer.
Because Darian's set of movements reminded him of a very annoying fellow.
At this moment, Hulk was utterly frustrated. He was still just a baby in his dozens, when had he ever received such a brutal beating?
"Roar—!!"
Amidst the furious roar, Hulk suddenly reached out with his giant palms and grabbed Darian's two metal gauntlets, fingers interlocking as he exerted sudden force.
Although the material of the metal gauntlets could absorb impact kinetic energy, it could not negate this kind of static force.
Hulk's yellowish-brown muscles bulged high, and dark blue-black veins twisted like snakes under his skin as his arms erupted with terrifying power.
Darian did not retreat. His feet slammed into the ground, which cracked in response. His entire center of gravity sank, steadily resisting the opponent's push.
A contest of the purest strength suddenly unfolded.
Creeak, creeak...
The ground beneath their feet began to make overburdened sounds. Using their four feet as pivot points, spiderweb-like cracks spread frantically outward.
Hulk's strength was unquestionable, being one of the top existences in the entire Marvel Universe.
And Darian's strength was not to be outdone. With a pure strength attribute over a hundred on his panel, plus various equipment and skill BUFFs stacked, he had long ago surpassed the human realm. Until now, he hadn't had the chance to exert his strength to its limit.
Now, under the pressure of Hulk's tyrannical strength, Darian's power was finally fully unleashed.
Hum!
The gantz strengthening suit on Darian's body responded instantly. Beneath the black, tight fabric, every bundle of muscle fiber received extreme reinforcement. His muscles suddenly swelled, and his muscle utilization reached a staggering 100%.
For a moment, his strength was actually on par with Hulk's.
But Hulk ultimately had the strongest BUFF: the angrier he got, the stronger he became.
His floor was not low, but his ceiling was ridiculously high.
If Hulk were to play a few games that made people rage, perhaps the anger threshold at that moment could even let him crush all superheroes and supervillains.
"Roar!!"
Hulk let out a roar and went berserk again, his anger levels continuously soaring.
Darian could feel Hulk's strength gradually increasing. The ground that had already collapsed beneath his feet began to be pushed backward by Hulk, slowly plowing through the earth as rubble splattered.
Darian shook his head inwardly: "It seems my strength is still too weak. As an orthodox mage, I'm truly ashamed."
Fortunately, there were no other fellow mages watching on site. Otherwise, if the scene of falling behind in a contest of brute force got out, he probably wouldn't be able to hold his head up in the mage circles anymore.
However, Darian also knew he couldn't let Hulk stack his anger levels, or he would have to consider a strategic retreat.
With a flash of thought, Darian's arms suddenly relaxed, and his strength was instantly withdrawn.
Hulk, who was fighting with all his might, was caught off guard. His massive body immediately stumbled forward due to inertia, his center of gravity leaning slightly forward, leaving his front wide open.
Darian seized this timing, his right foot suddenly lifting, aiming right between Hulk's legs for a Hulk Gang Dissolution Kick!
Bang!!
Accompanied by a massive muffled sound.
Hulk's giant eyes, burning with rage, suddenly widened to their limit, his pupils shrinking. His legs involuntarily turned inward, and a ball... a ball of sorrow instantly overwhelmed him.
Before Hulk could recover and go berserk again, an unremarkable-looking white sticker suddenly appeared in Darian's hand.
[Item: motion sickness patch (Apply to the target's body surface to cause a continuous motion sickness-like vomiting sensation for twelve hours)]
Slap!
Darian's hand speed was extremely fast as he slapped the motion sickness patch onto Hulk's body.
The moment the motion sickness patch touched the skin, it seemed to melt, disappearing without a trace on Hulk's body.
Hulk, whose head was swelling from pain and rage, suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, as if he had been stuffed into a high-speed rotating drum washing machine for three days and three nights. His stomach churned, and an uncontrollable sense of nausea rushed straight to his throat.
This intense urge to vomit instantly overrode the pain and anger.
Hulk's body stiffened, and he then uncontrollably bent over.
"Blargh—!"
A mixture of all sorts of messy filth spewed out from Hulk's giant mouth, splashing onto the ground and emitting a pungent, sour, putrid smell.
Hulk couldn't stop vomiting until his stomach was empty, leaving him only able to dry heave some stomach acid and bile.
However, that vomiting sensation did not weaken in the slightest, still firmly clutching his throat and stomach.
"Roar, roar, roar..."
" "
Hulk growled in pain, pounding his head with his fists in an attempt to dispel this uncomfortable feeling, but it was useless.
He vomited incessantly, his legs going weak. His massive body swayed, making it difficult even to stand steadily.
Seeing Hulk in such a pathetic and weak state, the corner of Darian's mouth curled into an arc.
He was the type who enjoyed kicking a dog when it was down.
Without the slightest hesitation, Darian exerted force with his feet, his figure charging forward like an arrow.
His right fist clenched, the arm muscles bulging again under the gantz strengthening suit. He instantly pushed his strength to the peak and punched toward Hulk's large face.
Bang!
Hulk's already dizzy giant head was knocked back violently. He could no longer maintain his balance and crashed backward, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Darian kicked off the ground, jumping up using the momentum, and landed on Hulk's bulging abdominal muscles. Simultaneously, he grasped at the void, and a battle axe appeared out of thin air in his hands, held high.
The next moment, Darian poured all his strength into his arms. The battle axe tore through the air, letting out a piercing whistle as it slammed down toward Hulk's thick neck!
Being in a dizzy state, Hulk was a beat too slow. Before his blocking arm could lift, the axe blade forged by dwarves had already hacked down fiercely.
Pshht!
A sickening tearing sound rang out.
The sharp edge of the battle axe cut through Hulk's incredibly tough muscles without resistance. Dark green blood surged from the wound like a fountain, splashing several meters high.
"Roar—!!"
Hulk let out a heart-wrenching roar of pain.
But Darian's movements did not stop. That heavy battle axe was raised again and slammed down once more!
Pshht! Pshht! Pshht! Pshht—!
The dense tearing sounds almost merged into one as the battle axe continuously hacked at the same spot on Hulk's neck.
Under this uninterrupted repeated slashing, Hulk's flesh was cut open again and again. The wound at the neck continued to expand, green tendons and blood vessels were all severed, and beneath the rolled-back flesh, the stark white cervical vertebrae could even be seen inside.
This fatal threat triggered Hulk's final frenzy. He began to resist desperately, his thick arms swinging violently in an attempt to flip Darian off him.
Iron Body!
Darian instantly activated the skill, and his entire body erupted in a blinding white light.
Hulk's brute force, which was enough to flip a tank, acted on Darian like hitting a mountain rooted in the earth, unable to move him in the slightest.
Not only that, Darian's feet remained firmly stuck to Hulk's abdomen, even welding together with the earth beneath. Hulk desperately arched his back, wanting to carry Darian and force himself up, but he simply couldn't do it. This feeling was just like having Mjolnir placed on his body.
In the Iron Body state, any external force attempting to forcibly change Darian's posture, displacement, or movement would be judged as a control effect and granted absolute immunity.
And Darian's movements still didn't stop.
The axe rose and fell, rose and fell.
Even as blood sprayed onto his face, he didn't blink once.
Although Hulk possessed self-healing abilities, his repair speed was far inferior to Darian's destruction speed.
The nuclear explosion fifty years ago hadn't just changed Banner; it had also changed Hulk, causing part of his power to transfer to Banner, to the point where he was no longer as strong as in his peak period.
Combined with the influence of the motion sickness patch, Hulk could still struggle a few times at first, but with Darian's repeated heavy blows, the strength of the struggle soon weakened. The roars gradually turned into a broken bellows-like wheezing until falling completely silent.
Just as Darian's battle axe was prepared to fall again, the Hulk beneath his feet suddenly began to deflate. That massive body shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, soon turning back into the scrawny Banner.
Banner opened his eyes and saw Darian stepping on him, looking completely dazed.
What just happened?
But soon Hulk's memories flooded into his mind, and Banner's dazed expression gradually turned into shock.
"You actually..."
...you..."
" "
Before Banner could finish his sentence, he suddenly opened his mouth and vomited wildly.
Clearly, the effect of the motion sickness patch had not disappeared because Hulk turned back into Banner.
Due to his face-up position, most of the filth Banner vomited out fell back onto his own face, blurring his eyes and flowing into his mouth and nostrils, causing him to cough frantically.
Darian frowned in disgust. He had originally wanted to say a few words, but seeing this, he instantly lost interest and held the battle axe in his hand high.
Seeing this, Banner tried to struggle in terror.
But his strength was not as great as Hulk's; compared to Darian, it was far inferior. He couldn't break free from Darian's control at all.
Banner immediately used his ultimate move of many years.
Hulk, save me!
However, there was dead silence deep in his heart.
At this moment, his professional booster, Hulk, seemed to be sulking and made no movement.
Banner's expression suddenly froze.
"Hulk, FUC..."
" "
Pshht!
The battle axe, carrying a cold arc of light, chopped down cleanly.
A hideous head fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and finally stopped.
"This guy is finally dead."
Seeing Banner's head separated from his body, Wolverine felt a bit emotional.
A former comrade-in-arms, a superhero with justice in his heart, had actually fallen to this point, ultimately ending in such an unsightly villainous manner.
Darian didn't care about Wolverine's sentimentality and immediately looked at the task bar in his vision.
[Task Objective: Blood for blood, tooth for tooth, kill ten supervillains who plague the World (8/10)]
The progress above still hadn't changed.
Darian frowned: "It shouldn't be. This Banner was also a local tyrant, and his actions were much more cruel than Kingpin's. Could it be that because Banner was a superhero before, he isn't counted as a supervillain?"
He suddenly sensed something and glanced at the mini-map; his expression then became somewhat subtle.
"Forget it, let it be. Old Wolf, Wade, pack up, we're preparing to leave."
Darian called the other two to leave together, leaving behind a mess all over the ground, as well as Banner's head on the spot.
Five minutes later, Banner's head suddenly opened its eyes, a flash of smugness in them.
"Idiot, as expected, I fooled him."
Banner had inherited part of Hulk's abilities; naturally, he wouldn't die so easily.
It was just a lost head; a mere fatal injury was nothing to worry about.
"When I recover, I'll go find that bastard and settle... llll!"
Before he could finish, Banner dry-heaved, feeling like his brains were about to be vomited out: "Damn it! Why do I still feel the urge to vomit when I'm just a head! This is completely unscientific!"
He endured the World-spinning nausea, desperately rolling his eyes, trying to find a suitable helper.
If someone put him and his body together, with his self-healing ability, he would soon be restored to his original state.
Banner wasn't worried about not finding anyone because a few Hulk Gang members were still outside; he just had to wait for them to return.
Suddenly, he glimpsed several shadows approaching from the edge of his vision.
Banner was overjoyed and used all his strength to make a sound: "Look over here! I'm your daddy! Come over and help me..."
The voice stopped abruptly.
Three wretched heads leaned over, looking at Banner with a chuckle.
"I told you he wasn't completely dead. Give me the money."
"Damn it, my ten dollars. I'm going to use his head as a urinal!"
"You're so freaking disgusting."
Banner:"...."