In another corner of the battlefield, deep within the ruins.
"Ugh..."
A painful groan sounded in the shadows.
In that corner piled high with rubble and debris, a figure covered entirely in black carapace slowly stirred.
That was Garou.
Bang's previous, full-power final punch, though it only shattered half of his Monster mask, had shocked him out of the state of being completely dominated by his murderous instincts.
Now, his head throbbed with a pain so intense it felt like it was about to explode.
Countless chaotic memory fragments flashed rapidly through his mind, stinging his nerves.
The obsession with becoming stronger, the hatred for the hypocrisy of heroes, the anger at being used by the Monster Association... and the old man who had constantly lectured him.
"Hoo..."
Garou suddenly opened his eyes, the human right eye exposed to the air bloodshot.
He turned his head with difficulty.
What met his gaze was the familiar, aged figure lying not far from him.
Bang.
The incredibly powerful Martial Arts Master was currently unconscious.
Bang's face was covered in blood, and his white hair was stained gray by the dust.
Yet, a faint, seemingly relieved smile hung on the old man's lips.
Garou looked at Bang's aged face, and his heart suddenly constricted.
The feeling was strange.
He had clearly abandoned his humanity, determined to become the "Absolute Evil" that would make all life tremble.
He had clearly made hunting heroes and overthrowing this hypocritical world his sole reason for existing.
He had personally struck down the strongest obstacle standing in his way.
But why... why did he feel not the slightest bit of joy looking at the face he had personally defeated?
On the contrary, there was only an inexplicable heaviness and bitterness.
"Old man..."
Garou whispered hoarsely.
Subconsciously, he stretched out his left hand, which had already turned into a Monster limb, wanting to brush the dust from the old man's face.
However, when that hand hovered half an inch above Bang's cheek, he abruptly stopped.
The reflection of the claw was clearly visible in the pool of blood near Bang's eye.
That was not a human hand.
He was already a Monster.
That's right... he was going to become the "Absolute Evil."
This path was one he had chosen himself.
To reach this point, he had given everything and abandoned everything.
He could not turn back, and he absolutely refused to turn back.
Withdrawing that ridiculous warmth and severing those tiresome bonds—this was the proper attitude of the "Absolute Evil."
Just as he was fighting this internal battle.
Boom!
A violent explosion sounded from the center of the battlefield.
The terrifying shockwave swept across the entire ruin like a tsunami.
The rubble around Garou was flung high, and a sharp-edged chunk of concrete hurtled straight toward Bang's head!
Garou snapped his head up, the blood vessels in his human right eye instantly swelling, his pupil contracting to a pinprick.
A surge of violent energy erupted.
"Too noisy..."
He gritted his teeth, quickly standing up while enduring the sharp pain radiating from all over his body.
His right hand shot out like lightning, and with a "snap," he crushed the chunk of concrete into dust.
After doing all this, instead of rushing toward the battlefield, he bent down and carefully picked up Bang from the ground.
Garou looked around and found a triangular shelter formed by large concrete slabs.
He gently placed Bang inside, ensuring that the residual effects of the coming battle would not reach him.
"Get some good sleep, you stinky old man."
Garou whispered, a trace of imperceptible tenderness in his voice. "When you wake up, I reckon I'll have completely become the 'Monster' you least wanted to see."
Having done all this.
Garou slowly turned around, facing the glittering battlefield.
Crackle.
He twisted his neck, and his entire skeleton let out a series of explosive cracks.
Intense fighting spirit burned in the human eye that was visible.
His senses swept over the battlefield.
That glowing Flagellum Monster.
The Bangs Guy who wielded a fast knife.
That ridiculous Baldy.
And the man who, by merely standing there, made every cell in his body tremble—KING.
"This lineup is truly extravagant."
Garou bared his teeth, revealing a fierce and fanatical smile.
"Perfect. I'll use them as my whetstone!"
Boom!
The ground exploded.
Garou's figure, like a black cannonball, shot directly into the chaotic battle!
...At the same time.
Lin Mo was systematically tending to the injured.
After confirming that Darkshine and Genos were out of danger, he went to Tatsumaki.
Her green curly hair was scattered messily on the ground, and her black dress was severely damaged, exposing large patches of snow-white skin.
Without the protection of her psychokinesis, she was incredibly vulnerable right now.
"You worked hard."
Lin Mo said softly.
He gently supported Tatsumaki's head and carefully fed her a bottle of Super Healing Potion.
As the medicine took effect, Tatsumaki's pale complexion became slightly rosier, and her previously erratic breathing gradually stabilized.
After confirming Tatsumaki was fine, Lin Mo didn't stop.
With a flash, he appeared next to Atomic Samurai.
The Master of the Sword Saint Sect was currently lying in the rubble, completely unconscious.
Lin Mo squatted down, and the Martial Gods Eye scanned him.
Seven broken ribs, damaged internal organs, extensive soft tissue contusions... "Fortunately, there are no fundamental injuries."
He once again retrieved a bottle of Super Healing Potion from his system space and expertly fed the medicine to Atomic Samurai.
Green life energy surged, and Atomic Samurai's tightly furrowed brow gradually relaxed.
Lin Mo nodded, his figure flashing again, appearing in another ruin several kilometers away.
There lay the three masters of the Sword Saint Sect—Nichirin, Tenkei, and Canmei.
The moment Nichirin's sword broke, Atomic Samurai forcibly drew the "Nichirin" again, offsetting most of the damage.
But the power of the residual shockwave was also not to be underestimated.
All three were currently bleeding from their heads and unconscious.
"All are respectable martial artists."
Lin Mo was not stingy with the potions he held, administering a bottle to each person.
Only after watching the three old men gradually regain vitality did Lin Mo finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"There's one more."
Lin Mo stood up, casting his gaze toward the edge of the battlefield.
There was the wreckage of a massive mecha.
It was Child Emperor's brave giant.
Now, this once mighty mecha was completely scrapped, lying paralyzed on the ground like a pile of junk.
But within the core of the mecha, there was still a faint life signal.
Lin Mo arrived in front of the mecha wreckage in a few bounds.
He reached out and easily tore open the deformed cockpit armor.
"Ugh..."
A weak groan came from inside.
Child Emperor was huddled in the pilot's seat, his face covered in blood, his large, always intelligent eyes now half-open and half-closed.
During the previous world-ending impact, he had forcibly overloaded all the brave giant's energy shields, barely managing to block the attack.
The cost was the mecha being completely scrapped, and he himself sustaining severe injuries.
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