Accompanying the rolling dust, several cars bearing the Hero Association logo stopped one after another.
The doors opened, and a group of panting heroes rushed out.
They were the heroes responsible for perimeter support.
A-Class Heroes like Snake and Lightning Max, members of the Blizzard Group, and some C-Class Heroes.
Originally, after being persuaded by Zekinger, they intended to guard the edge of Z-City, responsible for dealing with fleeing fodder Monsters.
But just half an hour ago, they witnessed the sky split open, and that arrogant Centipede Monster was split in two by a slash that pierced heaven and earth.
The shock of that scene convinced them that the most difficult battle was already over.
Operations Department Chief Zekinger immediately made a decision: leave some heroes behind to continue guarding, including Drive Knight.
The remaining heroes headed to the central battlefield to rescue other S-Class Heroes who might have fallen.
"Hey! Look over there!"
A hero holding binoculars exclaimed, pointing to a corner of the ruins.
There, the giant corpse of the Centipede Sage lay like two sprawling mountain ranges, still emitting a chilling Intimidation.
And in the shadow cast by that corpse, a bald man wearing a yellow suit was sitting on a rock, bored.
Behind him, a neat row of S-Class Heroes lay—Tanktop Master, Sexy Prisoner, Atomic Samurai...
And a black dog was guarding them like a sentry.
"That is... the s-class rank 14 'One-Punch Man', Mr. Saitama!"
Someone in the crowd immediately recognized Saitama's identity.
"My god, have even the S-Class adults fallen?"
"No, look! Their breathing is steady; they should be fine."
A few heroes wanted to rush over to help, but were stopped in their tracks by a low growl from the black dog.
Saitama patted Rover's head helplessly, signaling it to be quiet.
Then he turned his head to look at these noisy guys.
He did not stand up, but simply raised an index finger to his lips, made a shushing gesture, and then pointed to the other end of the battlefield.
"Don't come over, they're still fighting over there," Saitama reminded them.
The heroes followed the direction of Saitama's finger, and in an instant, all the noise disappeared.
The air completely solidified at this moment.
In the center of the battlefield, two figures were confronting each other.
On one side was the "Monster Garou" whose body was covered in armor, revealing half of his face.
On the other side was the man known as the "strongest man on earth", whose mere aura made the air tremble slightly—KING.
...
Battlefield center.
Lin Mo's clothes fluttered in the night wind.
Dozens of meters away opposite him, Garou was crouching slightly like a beast, panting heavily.
Intense pain surged through his body, but this pain did not make him retreat; instead, it made the fighting spirit burning in his eyes even crazier.
"Come on, Garou."
Lin Mo spoke first.
He didn't take any stance, just let his hands hang loosely, his golden hair motionless in the gale.
Those eyes were as deep as the starry sky at this moment, reflecting Garou's ferocious figure.
"Give me your all."
"Let me see just how far your so-called 'Absolute Evil' can go."
"Hoo... hoo..."
Garou stared fixedly at Lin Mo, not daring to make a move rashly.
Just a moment ago, he had witnessed the scene of Platinum Sperm turning to dust.
That speed, even after his multiple evolutions, he hadn't seen clearly at all.
"Is this the pinnacle of heroes?"
Garou slowly straightened his body, his one eye staring fixedly at Lin Mo, the suspicion in his eyes gradually replaced by a crazy obsession.
"Since I was a child, whether on TV or in reality, the righteous hero always wins."
"No matter how hard the Monster tries, no matter what reasons the Monster has, in the end, they will all be defeated by this so-called 'Justice'."
"Why?!"
His body was trembling, not because of fear, but because the power within his body was surging wildly, as if it were about to burst out.
Garou's voice gradually became hoarse and low, "No matter how hard I try, no matter how I struggle, that high wall called 'Justice' stands tall, ruthlessly crushing the weak..."
"This is the injustice of this world!"
Boom!!!
An aura erupted violently with Garou as the center.
He was reminiscing.
Recalling every battle he had fought along the way.
From every punch thrown in the dojo, to every life-and-death struggle when hunting heroes, to those breakthroughs near death in the depths of the Monster Association.
All techniques, all skills flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.
"Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist... a defensive fist specifically for unloading force and counterattacking. No, that's not enough; it can't crush this great mountain in front of me."
Garou's arms traced a strange arc, and the air twisted accordingly.
"Whirlwind Iron Cutting Fist... an offensive fist focused on cutting and destruction. No, that's too singular as well."
The ground beneath his feet began to crack, and rubble floated in mid-air.
"Exploding Heart Release Fist, Tiger Fang True Crushing Fist, Flame Dance Ballistic Fist..."
The names of the fist techniques he had mastered during hero hunting were called out, and then denied one by one.
Lin Mo just watched him quietly, neither interrupting nor preemptively attacking.
Under the gaze of the Martial Gods Eye, Lin Mo could clearly see the chaotic power within Garou's body reorganizing and fusing at an astonishing speed.
He was experiencing an epiphany.
Under the pressure that could be called despair, he was comprehending his own fist technique.
"These are not what I want."
Garou suddenly raised his head, and a terrifying brilliance erupted from his visible eye.
"What I want is not martial arts inherited from someone else."
"It is the power to break all the injustices in this world and practice 'Absolute Evil'!"
Boom!!!
A black storm erupted suddenly with Garou as the center, emitting waves of air.
Even Snake and the others watching from afar were blown away by this air wave.
Only Saitama remained calmly sitting in place, even reaching out to help Rover block the dust.
In the center of the storm, Garou's figure became taller, and his limbs became longer.
His hands were no longer constrained to any fixed stance, but presented a highly aggressive state.
"Through countless battles, integrating all schools, taking the essence and discarding the dross..."
Garou's voice gradually became confident.
"This is—my fist technique!"
He stepped forward violently, and the earth shattered instantly.
"If the disaster level is 'God', then I'll name it [Monster Calamity God Fist]... No."
Garou bared his sharp teeth, revealing a terrifyingly ferocious smile.
"I will also destroy something as unreliable as a 'God'!"
"This fist is named—[Monster Calamity God Slayer Fist]!!!"
Before the words fell, Garou's figure had already disappeared.
At almost the same moment, countless black fist shadows poured down towards Lin Mo like a meteor shower!
This was Garou's strongest strike to date, a divine skill evolved in a desperate situation!
The heroes in the distance saw this scene, and even from several kilometers away, they felt difficulty breathing and their souls trembling.
"Is... is that a fist technique a human can execute?"
However.
Lin Mo, who was at the center of the storm, watched the fist shadows filling the sky, still calm and collected.
What is [Martial God · Origin]?
That is the end of the Martial Way, the source of all techniques.
All martial arts techniques in the world, no matter how fancy or complex, must eventually return to the source.
And Lin Mo was the one who held the answer to the source.
In other words, he was the strictest father to all Martial Artists.
Among them, naturally, included Garou.
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