"HULK... SMASH YOU!!!"
Amidst a deafening roar, Hulk's already massive frame expanded yet again. His legs coiled like giant springs and he launched himself forward like a cannonball, straight at Peter.
The sheer momentum looked as if it could plow through the entirety of Brooklyn!
BOOM!
Hulk crashed into the ground like a falling mountain, cratering the asphalt even more violently than Peter's earlier Liger Bomb. Buildings nearby crumbled as debris and thick dust geysered into the air.
CLANG~
A jagged chunk of concrete happened to slam into Tony's Iron Man armor. Tony didn't think much of it at first, but the impact sent him skidding back several meters. Jarvis's alarm blared in his ears:
"Sir, chest plate integrity dropped by 50%."
"Holy—!"
Realizing a mere pebble had spiked his damage count, Tony's eyelids twitched. He hurriedly increased his flight altitude, putting even more distance between himself and the fight.
He couldn't help but complain internally. What the hell is wrong with Earth? I just became Iron Man, and suddenly monsters stronger than me are wandering the streets like it's a casual Sunday? My armor feels like tin foil compared to these freaks! I need an upgrade. Immediately.
"Is the kid alright, though?" Tony wondered.
As if in answer, Peter emerged from the dust cloud unscathed. He had flickered to Hulk's flank and delivered a "Kidney-Busting Punch of Justice" straight into the giant's lower back.
Hulk roared, throwing a backhand strike. Peter didn't dodge; he met the punch head-on with his own fist.
The baseline strength of the Wizard armor wasn't that high—only a few tons of enhancement—but Peter's own natural strength was already in the 30-to-50-ton range.
Added to the massive amplification of the Lightning Release Chakra Mode, the combined output was nothing short of staggering.
One large, one small—two disproportionate fists collided in mid-air.
BOOM!
A visible shockwave rippled out from the point of impact! The earth beneath them shattered into a spiderweb of cracks, and the glass windows of an office building hundreds of meters away shattered simultaneously from the atmospheric pressure.
Both figures were forced back several steps. While Hulk's retreat was shorter, Peter utilized his superior agility the moment his feet touched the ground.
He whipped out three Tempest Kicks (Rankyaku). Two to the chest, one to the head—a standard Mozambique Drill. The air blades left three bloody gashes on Hulk's skin, which only fueled the giant's fury.
This was the difference between Hulk and Radiation. Radiation was a battery that ran dry; Hulk was an engine that got hotter the more you pushed it.
But that was exactly what Peter wanted. For a long time, he had wanted to know what it felt like to fight at full tilt—to push himself so hard that even the Horse Talisman might struggle to clear his fatigue.
Peter chuckled, his body vanishing in a crackle of blinding lightning. He reappeared instantly in front of Hulk, his elbow—coated in lightning like a spearhead—slammed into Hulk's brow bone.
Lariat Bolt!
If Kobe Bryant were here, he'd call that elbow professional. The strike was so heavy that even Hulk's durability couldn't ignore it; his brow split open, and dark green blood sprayed into the air.
Luckily, there were no wounded civilians nearby, or the spray of Gamma-rich blood would have turned them into minor villains like the Leader in minutes.
Feeling his vision blur from the blood, Hulk wiped his eye. When he saw the green ichor on his hand, he—much like a certain red-haired kid during the Chunin Exams—went completely berserk.
He abandoned all logic and launched a relentless offensive. Peter didn't shy away; he met every blow with a counter.
Hulk: ORA ORA ORA ORA! Peter: MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA!
The battlefield was filled with the dull thud of flesh on flesh, the screech of electricity, and Hulk's escalating roars.
The onlookers were frozen in awe. Tony, Rhodes, and General Ross were stunned by Peter's raw power. Gwen and Felicia, however, watched with stars in their eyes.
Is this... Peter's true strength?
As the fight progressed, Hulk grew stronger, but Peter's speed advantage meant he was landing ten hits for every one he took.
Peter was fully immersed in the rhythm. Hulk was the perfect opponent: tough, durable, and impossible to kill accidentally.
He could vent his power, test new combos, and not worry about his "toy" breaking.
After carving dozens more wounds into Hulk, the giant let out a world-shaking roar. His body expanded further, and he threw a desperate, massive haymaker.
Peter, having just landed a kick, was out of position to dodge. He had no choice but to meet the fist with his own.
CRACK~
Peter winced as a sharp pain shot up his arm. His knuckles had fractured. Hulk's physical density, fueled by such high-level rage, had evolved to a point where even Peter's enhanced bone density was reaching its limit.
Though the Horse Talisman healed the fracture in the blink of an eye, Peter felt a pang of disappointment. Is this the limit? Do I have to stop the physical brawl and just knock him out with magic?
But then...
"AOOOW~!"
Hulk suddenly let out a yelp of pain reminiscent of Tom Cat. The massive green giant stumbled back several steps, clutching his hand and shaking it frantically.
The look in Hulk's eyes as he stared at Peter wasn't just anger anymore. It was... fear?
Wait, what?
Confused, Peter activated his Byakugan. The x-ray vision pierced through Hulk's skin, and Peter's eyes widened. Hulk's entire metacarpal structure in his right hand had been pulverized.
Peter had a minor fracture. Hulk had five broken fingers.
Peter looked down at his own right hand, and a bold, realization dawned on him.
Did I just... accidentally...
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