Chapter 262 : Wind and Clouds Transform into Fist
The edge of Z City, the ruins frontline.
Raindrops pattered against the ground and against the faces of the many heroes responsible for logistics and perimeter security.
A-Class Hero Snake, Lightning Max, members of the B-Class Hero Blizzard Group, and numerous C-Class Heroes all stood frozen in the rain like statues, letting the water stream down their cheeks.
Their gazes were dull as they stared toward the center of the battlefield.
The unbelievable scene from just moments ago was deeply imprinted in their minds.
Wind is formless, and clouds are ever-changing.
But following that single "Bang" that echoed between heaven and earth, the entire world seemed to obey its will.
Wind and cloud merged, transforming into a fist!
A single strike shattered the sea Monster that had covered half the sky.
"This... is this a joke?"
After an unknown length of time, someone in the crowd finally let out a dry whisper.
"That punch just now, a strike powerful enough to pierce the ocean—is that something a human can do?"
"I saw the sky split open. Seriously, I'm not crazy, the sky really split open..."
A young C-Class Hero's pupils constricted violently, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke, "That sound..."
"It was KING, it must have been Mr. KING!"
He shouted excitedly, "That's right, only the strongest man on earth could unleash an attack capable of changing celestial phenomena!"
Following the shock was an uncontrollable surge of passion.
It was the fervor of humanity seeing their guardian deity descend when faced with a catastrophic disaster.
"Since Mr. KING is there, what are we waiting for?"
"Exactly! That giant Centipede Sage is still there, we should go help! Even if we can only distract the Monster a little!"
"Let's go! Let's support Mr. KING!"
Several hot-headed B-Class Heroes moved, roaring as they prepared to rush toward the center of the battlefield.
In their view, this was the best opportunity to witness, or even participate in, a legend.
"Everyone halt!!"
A stern, angry shout suddenly exploded.
The running heroes subconsciously stopped and looked back.
They saw Zekinger, the Hero Association's Operations Director, slowly walking forward, displaying the most serious expression they had ever seen from him.
Rainwater dripped from his chin, and his non-cybernetic eye was filled with anger and solemnity.
"What are you trying to do? Go die?" Zekinger roared loudly.
"Director! We just want to help..." a B-Class Hero clenched his fist, arguing reluctantly.
"Help? Don't be ridiculous!"
Zekinger stared intently at the distant center of the battlefield, where the air was still warped by the residual power of that punch.
"That level of combat is no longer something that can be compensated for by numbers."
Zekinger took a deep breath, his tone softening slightly, but remaining absolutely firm:
"What can you possibly do by going there? Be cheerleaders? Or go commit suicide and distract Mr. KING, forcing him to protect you?"
Hearing this, the heroes lowered their heads in shame.
Although they were unwilling to accept it, Zekinger was speaking the truth.
On that mythical battlefield, they wouldn't even count as cannon fodder.
The cold rain extinguished their passion, forcing them to recognize the insurmountable gap.
"For now, our greatest contribution is to guard the perimeter and prevent any straggler from escaping to harm the city."
Zekinger took a deep breath. Although he spoke confidently, the hand hidden behind his back was trembling slightly.
Even in the Association's database, there had never been a record of KING fighting at full power.
Seeing it today, he finally understood the weight of the title "Strongest."
Meanwhile, in the shadow behind Zekinger.
A strangely shaped black mecha stood quietly.
S-Class Hero, Drive Knight.
He did not engage in tactical analysis or immediately jump into the fight, as was his custom.
At this moment, the red light in his single eye was blinking at an extremely high frequency, seemingly processing some kind of data.
"Is that KING's true strength?"
"Without using any technological weapons, relying purely on physical martial arts, he can achieve destructive power capable of triggering natural disasters."
"This kind of power, even the ultimate masterpiece of 'Metal Knight' Dr. Bofoi, probably couldn't directly contend with it."
Drive Knight chose silence.
As a strategist known for collecting data and tactical transformations.
He knew perfectly well that, apart from that man, any other intervening party was superfluous... At the center of the battlefield, above the ruins.
The heavy rain continued to wash over the devastated land.
After dealing with the Evil Ocean Water, Lin Mo's gaze shifted to the other massive enemy on the field.
Centipede Sage.
This ultra-giant Monster claimed to have descended to eliminate those who opposed God.
Its body stretched for hundreds of kilometers, coiling and winding straight into the clouds, resembling a mountain range piercing heaven and earth.
As the embodiment of the will of the earth, it and the Evil Ocean Water were entities of the same class, complementing each other.
Now that its companion was slain, the fear of shared doom intertwined with fury, driving it into a complete frenzy.
"Roar!!!"
Above the clouds, the Centipede Sage let out a furious roar, the sound waves pushing away the surrounding cloud cover.
Its massive body circled in the high air.
Then, like the sky collapsing, it dove down toward that tiny human with terrifying momentum capable of destroying everything!
"For Father God! For the peace of the earth! Be destroyed!!"
Before the impact even landed, the remaining foundations of Z City began to disintegrate.
Faced with this terrifying collision resembling a meteor strike, Lin Mo's expression remained completely unfazed.
Not even his signature golden hair was disturbed by the fierce wind.
He looked up slightly, observing the giant, sky-obscuring mouth and listening to the deafening roar of the "Emperor Engine" in his chest.
Golden light flowed in his eyes, the Martial God's Eye instantly activating, and the world was deconstructed into countless lines and weak points before him.
"The shell hardness is extremely high, regenerative ability is very strong, and the volume is too massive..."
Lin Mo pondered internally.
"In that case, I'll use that move."
He tilted his head slightly to the right, looking toward a patch of ruins in the distance.
Amidst the broken walls and rubble lay a dying figure.
That was Atomic Samurai.
During the first combined attack by the Evil Ocean Water and the Centipede Sage just now.
This Sword Dao Master forcibly drew the Divine Sword Nichirin once more, desperately blocking the fatal blow and saving the members of the Sword Saint Sect.
Because of this, he was completely exhausted and now lay in a pool of blood, his consciousness fading.
However, even with such severe injuries, the sword in his hand was still held tightly.
As if sensing something, Atomic Samurai, lying in the pool of blood, struggled to open his eyes just a slit.
In his blurred vision, he saw that figure standing at the center of heaven and earth.
Immediately afterward, he heard the man's voice.
"Lend me your sword."
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