In that instant, the alloy surface of the Destroyer Armor seemed to freeze time itself. Before it could make any mechanical adjustment or assume a defensive stance, a massive hand gleaming with emerald light, as though condensed from the purest energy in the universe, suddenly reached out from the void and seized its throat with unerring precision.
Every inch of that hand's skin flowed with a jade-like radiance. The veins pulsing across it seemed alive, releasing Energy Waves that made one's heart tremble.
Invisible ripples spread through the air, proof that space had been slightly distorted by this unknown power.
Hulk's body was like a moving volcano, his muscles knotted, each one containing strength enough to shake mountains.
He strode forward, and every step made the earth quake, as though the entire world were trembling beneath his feet.
In those eyes burning with green flames, there was only endless fury and a thirst for battle.
Without the slightest hesitation, his fists crashed down upon the Destroyer's helmet again and again like thunder at dawn. Every impact was accompanied by an explosive boom as the air was violently torn apart, the sound sharp and piercing, stabbing straight into the heart.
The Destroyer Armor, the pinnacle of Asgardian technology, displayed astonishing resilience even under such a torrential assault.
Its alloy shell dented beneath Hulk's heavy fists, then sprang back, emitting the dull roar unique to metal.
The Destroyer's internal systems whirred at high speed, constantly adjusting energy distribution in search of the slightest opening between defense and counterattack.
Finally, after a savage collision that nearly compressed the air to its limit, the Destroyer caught the fleeting gap in Hulk's offensive. Using every ounce of available strength, it lifted the Green Giant high into the air as if he were an insignificant doll.