In the shadow of a ruin at the edge of the battlefield.
An inconspicuous pebble moved, revealing half a black head.
It was the Black Sperm that had escaped earlier.
At this moment, this Black Sperm was holding its head in its hands, trembling as it looked at the two halves of the Centipede Sage's corpse, collapsed like mountain ranges in the distance.
"Hey, hey... what kind of joke is this..."
Black Sperm's voice was trembling, and its two eyes were filled with disbelief.
"This guy is too strong! It's practically cheating!"
At this moment, Black Sperm secretly glanced at the Platinum Sperm, which had completed its fusion and was facing a formidable enemy, and that sliver of hope in its heart instantly shattered.
Although the current fusion possessed a terrifying power of fifty-four trillion, after witnessing that earth-shattering slash just now, Black Sperm could not imagine their side winning, no matter what.
"Has the Hero Association always hidden such a Monster? What's the point of fighting now!"
"It seems the Monster Association was destined to fail from the start..."
Black Sperm let out a long sigh, carrying a trace of relief at having survived a catastrophe.
"It's a good thing I held back, good thing, good thing... staying alive is more important than anything."
It quietly retreated back into the depths of the crevice, deciding never to show its head again until that man left... In the center of the battlefield, pure white moonlight shone down.
After slaying the Centipede Sage, Lin Mo did not continue to maintain that astonishing sword intent.
He lowered his head and looked at the Nichirin blade in his hand.
At this moment, the Nichirin blade's body was still crimson like blood.
The end of the battle did not cool it down; instead, because it had tasted the realm of that supreme slash, the blade body was vibrating violently at an unprecedented frequency.
Buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz!
It didn't want to go back.
As a spiritual famous sword, it could clearly feel the domain that slash had touched just now.
That was the peak of swordsmanship that none of its previous masters had ever glimpsed even a fraction of.
It yearned to follow this man, witness the birth of supreme swordsmanship, and become the strongest weapon in this world!
However, Lin Mo's response was simple and direct.
He gently flicked the blade with his finger, and a soft force passed along the blade, soothing its restless emotions.
"Go back, your master is still waiting for you."
The Nichirin blade let out an extremely aggrieved whimper, and the red light on its blade couldn't help but dim a few shades.
It spun twice in Lin Mo's hand, seemingly making a final plea.
Seeing that Lin Mo's mind was made up, it reluctantly transformed into a streak of light and, with a whoosh, flew back into Atomic Samurai's embrace.
Click.
The blade returned to its sheath.
Atomic Samurai felt his beloved sword still trembling slightly in his arms and let out a long sigh.
"It seems my journey in swordsmanship has only just begun..."
Lin Mo didn't pay attention to Nichirin's little mood, nor did he look at the Platinum Sperm in the distance, who was so tense its body was stiff.
He turned and strode towards the deep pit not far away.
There, Superalloy Darkshine lay in a pool of blood.
At this moment, Darkshine's appearance could be described as utterly tragic.
His once lustrous muscles were now covered in shocking cracks.
The muscles in his chest were largely collapsed, a mark left by directly enduring the Centipede Sage's impact.
Blood stained the ground beneath him, his breathing was so faint it was almost inaudible, his eyes were tightly shut, and his consciousness had long fallen into a deep coma.
Lin Mo crouched beside him, his brows slightly furrowed.
Martial Gods Eye activated.
Multiple comminuted fractures, displaced internal organs, massive blood loss, weak vital signs... If it were an ordinary S-Class Hero, such injuries would have sent them to meet their maker long ago.
But Darkshine was Darkshine after all.
In Lin Mo's vision, the tempered muscle cells within Darkshine's body were undergoing some strange transformation.
Even in a coma, the damaged muscle tissues were still emitting a faint black glow.
Although these muscles were shattered, they had not lost their vitality; instead, they fiercely protected Darkshine.
Though it looked frightening, given enough time, this physique could even become tougher through this damage.
This astonishing vitality made Lin Mo nod in approval.
As expected of the man who had honed his physical defense to the extreme among S-Class Heroes.
"However, I'll still give you a hand."
Lin Mo's mind moved, and he opened the System Shop.
Two potions appeared out of thin air in his hand.
Super Healing Potion and Super Stamina Recovery Potion.
Without any hesitation, Lin Mo used his left hand to pry open Darkshine's teeth, which were clenched tightly in pain, and with his right hand, unscrewed the caps of both potions, pouring them all down his throat.
Gulp, gulp.
As the medicinal liquid entered his stomach, Darkshine's wounds began to scab over, and those terrifying cracks slowly closed.
However, Darkshine did not wake up.
This level of potion might be a miracle cure for ordinary people.
But for Darkshine, whose physical strength had reached the pinnacle of S-Class, it primarily served to assist and accelerate recovery.
His body was severely overdrawn and required a long period of deep sleep for self-repair.
"Sleep, you've done well enough."
Lin Mo gently patted Darkshine's broad shoulders, stood up, and his gaze once again swept across the battlefield.
Just then.
At the edge of the battlefield, from the huge hole previously punched by Saitama, came the sound of rollinggravel.
Tap, tap, tap.
The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear on the silent battlefield.
The constantly vigilant Platinum Sperm's keen senses instantly caught the movement from that direction.
He frowned, his gaze briefly shifting from King, turning towards the bottomless hole.
"Are there still rats crawling out from underground?"
Whoosh—
A golden flash was the first to rush out of the hole.
Flashy Flash landed steadily on a large rock.
Although his beloved sword, "Instant Kill," was broken, he still maintained his arrogant posture, vigilantly scanning his surroundings.
"Is this the surface? How did it become like this?"
Flashy Flash frowned, looking at the ravaged Z-City and the Centipede Sage's corpse, like a mountain range, in the distance.
Immediately after, a bald head emerged from the abyssal hole.
"Phew... finally climbed up."
Saitama propped his hands on the edge of the hole, and with a slight push of his arms, he easily jumped out, landing steadily on the ground.
His yellow battle suit was covered in dust, looking a bit disheveled, but his expression was as relaxed as ever.
And in his hand, he was still carrying the Monster with only one Big Eye — Big Eye.
"Phew, the air on the surface is still fresh," Saitama patted the dust off himself and let out a long breath, "It's all dusty underground, I was choking."
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