"TankTop Tackle!"
Just as TankTop Master suddenly let out a loud shout, he charged forward.
"…Huh?"
Caught off guard by the suddenness, Fang Mo didn't quite catch on in time.
It wasn't really his fault, after all, the world of comics is quite different from the real world. It took Fang Mo a moment to recognize the identity of the one-eyed monster before him—it was indeed the cosmic emperor, Boros.
After recognizing his real identity, Fang Mo hurriedly shouted to TankTop Master, "Don't—"
But his warning came too late.
The one-eyed monster… or rather, Boros.
He just looked a bit strangely at the charging TankTop Master and casually waved his hand the next second. With a loud "boom", TankTop Master was sent flying back even faster than he had charged forward.
Those present barely had time to react when TankTop Master had already smashed into the deck behind him, his skin bursting open, blood spraying wildly, his chest grotesquely caved in, his eyes bulging out, blood streaming from every orifice, embedding him gruesomely into the pit.
"TankTop Master!"
Upon seeing this, everyone immediately cried out in alarm.
As for Child Emperor, he immediately ran over to try and administer aid.
His backpack was filled with high-tech gadgets. Although he wasn't a professional combat medic, he could still perform emergency treatments.
While Child Emperor rushed over, Metal Bat and Bang guarded him, one on each side, fully alert and watching Boros closely.
Honestly, they hadn't expected this seemingly insignificant alien one-eyed monster to be so terrifying.
Yes, although Boros was indeed wearing a magnificent set of armor, his stature was quite small, almost like an ordinary human, and he emitted no aura whatsoever; he merely stood there, observing them quietly.
The alien monsters they had encountered before, whether it was Melzargard or Groribas, were towering beings starting at the size of a two-story building, with an incredibly fearsome aura that clearly displayed their formidable strength. Moreover, they had just been teleported onto the spaceship, and the initial assumption was to defeat the grunts first before moving towards the spaceship's control room.
No one had expected that they would be fighting the boss right after being teleported.
"What kind of injury is this?"
Soon, Child Emperor observed TankTop Master's injuries up close, and his expression changed drastically: "Just one hit… How is that possible!?"
"Hey, Child Emperor."
Hearing Child Emperor's anxious voice, Metal Bat couldn't help but ask, "How is he?"
"TankTop Master… he might not make it."
Child Emperor felt himself shaking slightly. Although he was a genius child and an S-class hero, he was still a child, and seeing TankTop Master in such a terrible state panicked him, though he forced himself to stay calm.
TankTop Master was originally a muscular fitness buff who wore a tight TankTop, with a shaved head. Although not as muscular as Super Alloy Darkshine, who only liked lifting weights, he was still one of the more robust men in the S-class. Now, he had been casually struck by Boros and was utterly disfigured.
Let alone breathing, his heart wasn't even beating anymore.
Even if Child Emperor could perform emergency treatment, it was clear that there was no saving him now.
"This is really bad…"
Even Bang, upon hearing this news, his tone sank, and he stared intently at the distant one-eyed monster, slowly making the starting gesture of his Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist.
"…"
Metal Bat didn't speak, but he seemed visibly enraged, the veins on his forehead bulging.
However, the one who caused all this, Boros, did not continue to attack but instead looked at them with interest.
"This is interesting."
Boros slowly spoke, "To dare attack me upon first meeting, commendable courage… But if this is all the strength you have, intruding on my spaceship is a capital offense, you might as well just die obediently."
"What nonsense are you spouting, you one-eyed freak!"
Metal Bat, known for his temper, couldn't hold back at this moment and roared: "If anyone's intruding, it was you who invaded Earth first, wasn't it? If you don't want to be flattened, just get out of here!"
"Nice spirit."
Boros glanced at Metal Bat and disappeared on the spot, appearing in front of him the next second: "Let's see then, see if you're just bluffing."
"!?"
Metal Bat's pupils shrank as the opponent's movement was too fast, he hadn't even seen how Boros had moved.
But now it was clearly too late to think more about it, a terrifying sense of doom enveloped him, causing all his cells to alarm at once and instinctively he raised his metal bat.
The next second.
A tremendous force struck.
Metal Bat had intended to block, but the strength was so overwhelming that his defensive posture instantly collapsed, and he was uncontrollably sent flying, crashing next to TankTop Master.
"Metal… Metal Bat!"
Seeing Metal Bat covered in blood, Child Emperor cried out again.
He now understood why the association had taken this prophecy so seriously; in just an instant, two S-class heroes had fallen. The disaster level might truly be above Dragon, perhaps even at an unprecedented God level.
Child Emperor gritted his teeth instinctively.
It seemed that the situation was indeed the worst possible, where even his own survival was uncertain.
At this moment, he knew he had to use his trump card to hold the opponent at bay and then call for backup, trying to gather all heroes to see if they could take the enemy down.
Thinking this, Child Emperor didn't hesitate and immediately pressed a button on his watch. He had once been an assistant to Metal Knight and had indeed learned quite a lot of technology, so he had secretly assembled a mecha, which although still had many flaws, had to be deployed now.
"Bang, Metal Bat, please hold him off!"
After pressing the button, Child Emperor also hurriedly shouted.
"I'll try…"
Bang's expression was grave, and he hadn't finished speaking when Boros punched towards him.
But Boros clearly didn't regard him highly, as the punch came with no finesse, akin to a human swatting a fly.
"This monster, does he look down on us all?"
Bang frowned upon seeing this, and the next second, he launched his Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist, a flexible force striking the side of Boros's fist. Using the technique of using the opponent's force against them, he managed to divert the punch towards his own face.
However, just as Boros was about to strike himself in the face.
He suddenly gave a slight yelp, and his fist abruptly stopped mid-air.
"What?"
Bang was momentarily stunned. "He actually managed to stop my Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist…"
Indeed, as said before, the essence of the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist is to emulate the flow of water in nature, and attacking water is futile; ultimately, one only harms oneself, which is why it's regarded as a primarily defensive martial art.
Bang, with this technique of leveraging force, had defeated countless monsters, including several of Dragon level.
Yet now, this tried and true move was neutralized not by martial skill but by sheer brute force. As Boros's fist was about to strike, he simply used greater strength to hold his arm in place, indicating that he hadn't even used his full strength with that punch.
"…What a terrifying creature."
Bang's expression grew even more serious.
"You're quite interesting."
However, unlike Bang's seriousness, Boros instead smiled: "Then just entertain me a bit more. If you survive, once I've destroyed this planet, you can join my fleet as a high-ranking combat member."
"Sorry, I stand with humanity."
Bang flatly refused.
"Oh, that's fine." Boros smiled nonchalantly, then punched at Bang again: "Then go die."
Bang didn't speak.
Or rather, he didn't have the time to speak.
Seeing Boros's attack coming, he immediately launched his Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist to defend, but this time Boros's power had increased, causing Bang's defensive posture to deform slightly. However, he still managed to block the attack.
Despite this.
Bang's expression did not relax at all.
He was very aware that the only reason he could withstand the strike was because his body had rejuvenated to its youth.
If he had still been in his elderly state, he probably would have been severely injured by now.
"Quite an interesting move." Seeing Bang block his attack again, Boros smiled. He had traversed the universe for so long and had rarely seen such juggling-like skills; now experiencing it firsthand was unexpectedly interesting. "Come again!"
And while Bang desperately held Boros at bay.
Child Emperor's situation was somewhat dire.
As mentioned before, his trump card was a mecha he had built himself.
And since it was a mecha, obviously it wasn't something that could be carried around. Usually, Child Emperor kept these mechs hidden underground near the battlefield, equipped with thrusters and drills to break through the rock to reach the battlefield and then assemble into a mech.
But the problem was…
Their current battlefield was inside the spaceship.
The spaceship's armor was incredibly hard, likely some kind of alien alloy, and considering the spaceship was almost as large as a city, they were probably in its core area. The mecha, having been drilling outside for quite some time, couldn't get in.
But that wasn't even the worst part.
If the mecha couldn't get in, Child Emperor could still call for reinforcements.
But perhaps because they had ventured too deeply, or maybe the spaceship had some kind of signal-blocking device. Child Emperor found that his headset, which was supposed to connect him to the ground, was without a signal, only transmitting a faint crackling noise.
No signal meant no way to relay information or call for reinforcements from the ground.
This really drove Child Emperor to desperation, as he frantically fiddled with some components in his backpack, trying to establish contact with the ground.
And as Child Emperor sweated profusely.
Fang Mo, curious, came over.
"What's that?"
Seeing the pile of electronic components on the ground, Fang Mo stared: "What are you messing with?"
"We've lost contact with the ground!" Child Emperor explained while wiping the sweat from his forehead. "In this situation, if we can't relay information, it's not just us in danger—it could be all of humanity…"
"Can you fix it?"
Fang Mo asked.
"How would I know? I've never cracked an alien signal-blocking device before." Child Emperor was as frantic as an ant on a hot pan. "Damn, this must be the control room of the spaceship, we're too far from the ground, even if we wanted to send someone out forcibly, it's not possible… Ah! Disaster!"
He had only gotten halfway through his sentence.
Child Emperor's left hand suddenly slipped, and a chip flew out, then dropped into a gap in the deck and disappeared.
"Done… done for…"
Seeing this, Child Emperor's face turned pale.
"Why do you tech-side people always screw up at critical moments?" Fang Mo couldn't help but hold his forehead, then tried to make a suggestion: "By the way, why don't you believe in some metaphysics, maybe that will get you connected?"
"Metaphysics?"
Child Emperor was startled. "What metaphysics?"
"Burning incense and praying to gods, what if it works?" Fang Mo pointed to the communication device in front of Child Emperor. "You might not believe this, but before we started our Minecraft server, a tech guy named Jiu'er often did this."
"Huh?"
Child Emperor seemed stunned. "Are you serious?"
"Metaphysics is also a kind of science."
Fang Mo casually said. "It's probably something like quantum mechanics, right? I forget the details, but the book says that human consciousness can indeed affect the world, so if you can't believe in metaphysics, just consider it part of science."
"Quantum mechanics is not that kind of frivolous thing!" Child Emperor couldn't help but shout. "You this…"
"Looks like Bang can't hold on much longer."
However, before Child Emperor could finish his sentence, Fang Mo pointed to the nearby scene and interrupted him: "There's really no choice now, you might as well treat a dead horse as if it were alive, pray to the Archon or something, if it reveals itself, remember to go to church… no, better yet, come to my house to fulfill your vow."
"This can't possibly work, can it?"
Child Emperor couldn't help but say. "What if it fails?"
"No time left, you figure it out." However, Fang Mo didn't give him a chance, getting up and walking towards Boros: "Sigh… Anyway, it's up to me, the lowest of the S-class heroes, to sacrifice myself and buy you some time."
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