Though the Hulk's punch carried the force of roaring thunder, seeming capable of shattering any mountain placed before him, this Bloodkin moved with the fluid grace of a fish in water. He expertly navigated the ripples in the air, deftly evading the blow.

The rushing wind whipped the Bloodkin Count's black and crimson cloak into a frenzy. He snaked with uncanny agility up the Hulk's arm, a small silver knife etched with complex runes already poised, drawing a shallow, swift cut across the limb.

It is widely known that the weaknesses of vampires lie in silver, holy water, the cross, and garlic, making a vampire wielding a silver weapon as jarringly out of place as a certain man wearing a dress.

However, there are always exceptions. The provenance of this particular silver blade was highly distinguished; legend claimed it to be the very eating knife of Simon Peter.

The name Simon Peter might be unfamiliar to many, but his other identity is legendary and widely recognized! He was the chief among the twelve apostles of Jesus!

An item used by such a figure of legend, if not quite on par with the Holy Grail, the Shroud of Turin, or the Spear of Longinus, must surely count as a formidable holy relic.

And indeed, this was the case. This small, gleaming silver knife was enshrined for four hundred and seventy years in the Sistine Madonna Chapel, the largest church in Europe, until an enraged Thorn Penitent Monk seized it. He charged directly into the headquarters of the then-ruling Dark Papacy, unleashing a bloody storm among the Bloodkin!

That battle claimed the lives of two Princes and seven Dukes, with countless Counts and Barons falling. After paying such a heavy price, the Thorn Penitent Monk was finally slain, and the weapon, coveted for its immense power, was seduced into corruption by the Bloodkin.

Even though the Bloodkin are now in decline, this fallen communion knife should by no means fall into the hands of this mere Count. The only possible explanation is that he must be a second or third-generation rich heir—and one whose stature is not at all inferior to Prince Dracula!

The Hulk’s punch, meeting the edge of this "Fallen Communion Knife," was cleanly sliced apart. The Bloodkin Count’s body and arm shot forward in a contortion utterly impossible for a human, the silver knife piercing the Hulk’s arm with unstoppable momentum. With a mere, almost imperceptible graze, the task was accomplished.

The wound was so minute it was almost invisible, fine as a strand of hair.

Yet, the struck Hulk instantly seized up. A stark, deathly white color immediately spread across his green skin, congealing like concrete into an inorganic mass. The Hulk staggered for a moment, but then violently shook himself. The petrified surface cracked and shattered with sharp reports, revealing a mangled, raw wound underneath—a gash the size of a washbasin, emitting smoke as if corroded.

Agony caused the Hulk’s teeth to grind audibly, and the veins on his forehead bulged with fury, resembling twisted, coiling water pipes. In this state, his movement accelerated again. He charged forward several meters, grasping the Count who had landed the successful strike. Following old procedure, he seized the Count by the legs and brutally tore, unleashing another gruesome spectacle: the unlucky Bloodkin Count was ripped violently in half once more!

But amidst the horrifying screech, the Bloodkin’s formidable survival instinct manifested fully. The corpse, bisected, suddenly exploded with a pop, transforming into hundreds of dense, furry bats preparing to scatter in all directions.

However, the Hulk was already drawing a deep breath. His body was exceptionally massive and strong, appearing almost cubical from a distance. As he inhaled deeply, he rapidly inflated, his maw seeming to form a gigantic black hole. The Hulk’s body swelled like a massive balloon, his eyes bulging out nearly two or three centimeters past their sockets!

Then, the Hulk opened his mouth—time seemed to freeze—and then... he threw his head back and—

---ROARED!!!!

“Damn it all!” Seeing this sight, Fang Senyan immediately sensed an unprecedented level of peril. Having never intended to be the vanguard, he scrambled back in utter disarray behind the seawall, desperately clamping his hands over his ears!

The terrifying shockwave propagated in all directions. The first to be hit were the bats still spreading overhead like a dark cloud. Unquestionably, they burst apart with brutal finality, like abscesses, scattering plumes of bloody mist in the air. This mist coalesced momentarily into a despairing, furious phantom image of the Count holding up his hands, but even this illusion could not hold for a second against the Hulk’s roar before it warped, contorted, and exploded away!

For Fang Senyan, hidden behind cover, the battlefield felt as if it had just witnessed a nuclear detonation. Stones, bullets, and bodies rained down above him with loud pings, flying hundreds of meters away. The accompanying gale felt like knives scraping his cheeks, making breathing nearly impossible, akin to cycling against a Category 12 storm.

The Hulk's single roar possessed this much destructive power—it completely cleared the field! And it conveniently eliminated the most troublesome opponent, the Bloodkin Count! Even a powerhouse like him needed a moment to recover after unleashing such a terrifying blow.

But then, a dark shape flashed in the distance, tracing an astonishing parabolic arc as if launched by a mortar, clearing at least fifty meters before slamming down directly in front of the Hulk.

“This person…” Fang Senyan’s heart suddenly leaped. He sprang up from the ground and charged forward.

The shadow, upon landing before the heaving Hulk, revealed itself to be a short figure with bowed legs and a face covered in festering sores—it was the Toad, a trusted subordinate of Magneto. His strength might not be top-tier, but his patience and ability to seize opportunity were nearly unmatched.

Toad crashed heavily before the heavily panting Hulk. His toad-like horizontal pupils gleamed with cruel, venomous intent. The Hulk’s massive arm already swung in a powerful horizontal block, but the Toad unleashed his strongest attack: his tongue darted out like lightning!

Frogs do not appear to be particularly active creatures, but according to scientists, when certain South American frogs begin hunting, the speed at which their tongues launch can be up to three times faster than a bullet! While the distance was limited, the sheer speed of the mutant Toad’s strike far exceeded human imagination—easily ten times that of an ordinary frog. This was an attack, once initiated, that never missed!

The seemingly soft tongue flashed like lightning and pierced deeply into the Hulk’s right eye, sinking straight into his brain. As it retracted, it even ripped the eyeball out. Even after this entire sequence, the Hulk’s right eyelid hadn't managed to close. This tiny detail alone illustrated the lightning speed of the Toad Man’s strike.

Of course, had his tongue been caught between the eyelid of this monstrous creature, it is believed the green behemoth could have ripped it out, tongue and all, simply by closing the lid.

Immense pain flooded the Hulk’s entire body. He swung three consecutive punches. The Toad found evasion extremely difficult. Although every punch missed and hammered into the ground, the flying dirt and spreading shockwaves were impossible to dodge. Amplified by the Hulk’s sheer strength, even these residual forces caused green blood to trickle from the corners of the Toad’s mouth.

“Fourth punch… it’s over, I can’t dodge it!” Just as the Toad thought this in despair, a figure rapidly charged forward and positioned himself squarely in front of him. The Toad immediately felt a wave of relief, as if narrowly escaping death.

He had never found the face of this man named Reef so beautiful. Thus, even as Reef raised his shield to block the Hulk’s incoming strike, his motion became remarkably fluid. Seeing this, the Toad seized his chance. The thick muscles in his legs tensed violently, unleashing immense propulsion, launching him in a parabola over thirty meters away, vanishing into the darkness.

Simultaneously, the one-eyed Hulk’s fist slammed down hard onto Reef’s Sun Shield.

The dark-gold shield immediately emitted a dull creaking sound, like an old car struggling uphill, its surface scattering shards of dark-gold light! But somehow, it managed to withstand the punch. However, Fang Senyan and Ziyi both clearly saw Reef’s health bar deplete drastically, as if scooped out with a ladle! The sheer force of the blow also sent him staggering backward, leaving his guard wide open.

Precisely at this moment, Rubber Man Reed chose to strike. His two long, elastic arms seemed to fly in from another dimension, snatching at Reef’s shoulders. But just then, a Blood Servant, flailing uselessly with outstretched arms, crashed into him. The servant’s terrified shriek instantly made him the focus of the battlefield.

This Blood Servant seemed delivered right to Reed’s hands, but clearly, the elastic man’s target was not him. The Rubber Man effortlessly grabbed the servant with his left hand and tossed him toward the Hulk’s feet.

The agonizing Hulk stomped down on the servant’s back with one foot, bending his spine into a horrifying obtuse angle. Before a cry of pain could escape, the Hulk grabbed the servant by the hair and began savagely hammering his head with his fist, venting his fury—once, twice, three times...