Chapter 84 – One Look to Judge
At that very moment, a sharp whistle of air split the air behind them. An utterly ordinary-looking Metal Bat smashed in.
Melzargard instinctively reached out to block, but the savage force coursing along the bat snapped its arm in an instant.
"Hmm?"
Sensing four or five new presences at its back, Melzargard and Groribas turned at the same time, staring straight at the enemies behind them.
Silverfang stroked his white beard and sighed in resignation, then lowered his center of gravity and took up the stance of Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist.
"Really, these old bones of mine still have to fight aliens. Still, they do look a lot like the usual monsters."
Metal Bat stalked forward, veins bulging on his face, and swung the bat still flecked with gore.
"monster or alien, I don't care—touch me and I'll knock your head clean off!"
Tanktop Master and Puri-Puri Prisoner flexed their massive muscles, both wearing deadly serious expressions.
"You won't advance another step. Against this many S-Class Heroes, you're doomed to die right here."
Superalloy Darkshine, clad only in briefs, every inch of his body gleaming jet-black with muscle, flashed a confident grin of pearly whites.
"Looks to me like your muscles aren't up to much. Mine may just be oversized, but they're still way more aesthetic!"
Saitama scratched his head, eyeing Melzargard in open curiosity.
"Whoa, is your body really made of mud? You kinda look like it."
Groribas and Melzargard exchanged glances, the earlier playfulness gone, and shifted into combat stances.
As two of the three generals, they could sense that every one of these natives packed considerable power.
Groribas bared a maw full of razor teeth and let out a grating laugh.
"Heh-heh-heh-heh! What a fun little planet—so many stronglings gathered in one place!"
Melzargard's body split; in an instant it became five identical figures, each with its own head, arms morphing into every kind of weapon.
"Don't get careless, Groribas. These natives aren't much weaker than us. Watch for mistakes."
Superalloy Darkshine stepped straight in front of Groribas, his obsidian muscles shining like polished stone under the sun.
At the sight of the black colossus, Groribas only laughed louder, the mouths on its arms snapping open and shut in excitement.
Without a word, Superalloy Darkshine raised a fist, the muscles in his arm ballooning, and slammed a thunderous punch at Groribas.
Groribas answered in kind, whirling its body as it charged, three mouths spewing torrents of corrosive acid.
Meanwhile, Melzargard's five clones squared off against the five S-Class Heroes.
Each time Bang used Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist he turned Melzargard's attacks back on itself, blasting its body apart with ease.
Tanktop Master and Puri-Puri Prisoner rained blow after blow, denting Melzargard's flesh. Though the damage wasn't lethal, it pinned the alien in place.
Metal Bat's swings landed with pinpoint fury, shattering whatever part of Melzargard they met.
Saitama showed no urge to attack, standing motionless while one clone pounded on him uselessly.
Yet even so, thanks to its immortal nature, Melzargard single-handedly stalled all five S-Class Heroes.
Tornado, busy deflecting the Spaceship's endless shells, left the ground fight to the others while she focused on shooting the vessel down.
Everyone was fighting, waiting for one result.
The outcome of The Strongest Man on Earth—KING.
They all knew King had stormed the Spaceship alone; they only had to hold the line while he dismantled its core from within.
Inside the control room, Geryuganshoop watched Melzargard and Geryuganshoop deploy, a faint smile on his lips.
To force two of the three generals into battle—this planet's natives should feel honored.
Yet that human brat was troublesome… Watching Tornado fling shells back, Geryuganshoop's eyes narrowed.
He had never met a being whose Psychic Power rivaled, even surpassed, his own.
To Geryuganshoop, that was unthinkable.
After all, he was the greatest Psychic Power Great Master in the Universe—how could some backwater planet produce someone stronger?
In the next instant, the control-room door screamed and flew off, smashing into delicate instruments.
Alarms blared as Geryuganshoop spun around in shock, blue tentacles freezing mid-air.
What? When did someone board? Why hadn't he detected them?
There was only one answer: the intruder had aimed straight for the control room, never triggering other sensors.
As the smoke cleared, a tall blond figure appeared: a domineering face and a heartbeat like rolling thunder announcing overwhelming might.
It was King. The moment he entered the ship, he had locked onto Geryuganshoop's location with sheer Mental Energy.
To King, the rest of the crew were mere torches; Geryuganshoop blazed like a sun—one look and he knew.