I Am in Marvel with Unlimited Cards

Chapter 243 A New Form

Inside the sealed manufacturing facility, it was deep into the night. The workers had all gone home to sleep, and it was fortunate for them that they had avoided being caught up in tonight's battle.

In the spacious assembly line area, divided into three levels with metal frames, some instruments had been smashed by Kyle just moments ago, sending up sparks and dark smoke.

"Thud, Thud, Thud!"

The factory floor trembled slightly as the dark green giant forcefully barged in, his emerald eyes scanning his surroundings, as though

Hulk locked his gaze onto Kyle, his emerald eyes blazing with anger. With a forceful effort, he began to break free from the resilient black whips wrapped around his hands, waist, and neck.

Kyle showed no fear when he saw this scene. Seizing the opportunity, he quickly retracted his knee and kept one hand maintaining control of the whips. His other hand transformed into a sharp blade, which he swung forcefully toward Hulk's forehead.

The blade gleamed and sliced into Hulk's brow, leaving a deep and gruesome gash on it and green blood flowed from the wound.

"Roar!"

Hulk roared in anger. With a swift motion, he completely shattered the entangling black whips. His now-free hands rose, and with a single punch, he sent Kyle flying.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, Kyle's back slammed into the gas tank. The Iron casing of the massive tank caved in, warping to the point of nearly splitting in two.

"Master, it seems we just barely made it..." Venom's bitter chuckle echoed in his mind, his voice devoid of the earlier confidence.

"Enough chit-chat, hurry up and think of a solution," Kyle urged while taking deep breaths. He lay embedded in the gas tank, his chest bearing the remnants of two fractured ribs. Fortunately, his Healing Factor had already mended them.

As he healed, so did Hulk's wounds gradually mend. Kyle had nearly exhausted his moves in the full-coverage Venom state, leaving him with only the option of relying on the power of the Fire God in his Divine Form to continue the fight.

"Buy me some time; I still have one more trick up my sleeve!" Venom replied swiftly.

Unnoticed by anyone, on the ground next to Hulk, the black liquid that had once formed the shattered whips began to stir with consciousness.

This liquid flowed upward from beneath Hulk's feet, taking the opportunity to seep into his neck wound just as it was healing.

"Well, this is what you asked for."

Kyle pressed his hands against the shell of the gas tank, pushing aside the twisted Iron casing. He had yet to rise when an enormous shadow cast over his body.

He glanced upward slightly, locking eyes with Hulk, who was in front of him. The giant was angrily growling at Kyle, extending a menacingly barefoot.

"Thud!"

Kyle's body shot upward like a black cannonball, smashing through the iron frames on the second and third floors before bursting through the factory's ceiling.

Kyle unfurled his wings in mid-air, coming to a halt with a brake-like maneuver while Venom's liquid rained down from his body.

"Venom, how long do I have to stall him? This is getting a little hard you know and I'm getting impatient," Kyle said sternly.

Kyle had not awakened his godly form and he couldn't access his full divine powers as he didn't have any suitable weapon, so his powers were proving too passive against an extremely enraged Hulk.

"Just a little longer..." Venom began to speak, but Kyle's pupils suddenly contracted as the factory ceiling below him shattered abruptly as Hulk rocketed up toward him.

Kyle was about to flap his wings to evade the collision, but Hulk was astonishingly swift. Before he could react, Hulk's left hand had seized his foot.

"It's over," Kyle thought. With his foot held by Hulk, he couldn't break free. Both of them plummeted toward the factory floor.

The wind roared past them as the distance between Kyle's body and the factory floor rapidly shrank.

In the face of this perilous situation, golden flames flickered in Kyle's eyes. The frosty Venom mask on his face began to melt and recede.

Just as Kyle was about to retract Venom and unleash the divine power that he could use, an excited prompt from Venom resounded in his mind. "It's done!"

As if following Venom's words, viscous black liquid materialized from Hulk's body, returning to Kyle's main Venom form, filling in the missing parts of the mask.

Kyle blinked in astonishment. He slowly clenched his left hand into a fist, and the black exoskeleton covering his entire arm quickly expanded and solidified, forming a massive fist resembling a hammer.

All the power in his body was concentrated and channeled into the hammer-like left fist.

As they were about to hit the ground, Kyle instinctively swung his fist. It struck Hulk's robust chest with devastating force, and the pent-up power erupted like a flood bursting its dam.

In the next moment, Hulk grimaced in pain, releasing Kyle's foot. His massive body was sent soaring into the air like a high-speed, levitating train, crashing and skidding backward on the ground, carving a trail nearly thirty meters long on the ground.

(End of this chapter)