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A faint black streak darted rapidly across the sky, and wherever it passed, shrill screams echoed unceasingly.
Accompanying those screams were mangled corpses plummeting from the heavens one after another.
Witnessing this scene, the people who had been cheering for the superheroes moments ago were now frozen in shock.
They were all superheroes.
And the ones dying… were also superheroes!
When they realized this, their once-excited cheers instantly turned into horrified screams.
"Hiss!"
Mac's fist slammed into an enemy's chest, punching a massive hole through it. He pulled out his hand, not stained with even a trace of blood, and lunged at his next target.
Boom!
His punch struck another enemy, who managed to block it only at the cost of shattering both arms. Mac gave a low snort, and when the opponent tried to flee, his figure flickered. In the next instant, he appeared above the enemy, pressing a hand down on their skull and dragging them from the sky.
With a deafening sonic boom, the enemy was driven into the ground like a nail, leaving Mac standing atop the body as flames, lightning, and all manner of attacks rained upon him.
The next moment, Mac's eyes glowed crimson. Twin beams of heat vision shot out like unbreakable arrows, piercing through the attacks bombarding him. As his gaze swept across, the beams slashed through several enemies and carved a blazing mark across the buildings behind them.
Exhaling softly, Mac felt a portion of his rage and killing intent dissipate through the relentless slaughter.
"Quick! Attack him together!"
A superhero clad in golden battle armor with a blazing flame emblem on his chest roared, thrusting both hands toward Mac as torrents of fire gushed out like a raging fountain.
Another superhero pressed his palms to the ground, releasing lightning that spread like serpents across the surface, coiling around Mac's body.
A third clenched his fist at Mac, unleashing tenfold gravity that pressed down on him, forcing the ground beneath his feet to sink.
A giant-sized superhero descended from above, swinging a massive stone pillar at Mac.
Explosions, poison gas, mind control, psychic shockwaves, telekinetic illusions…
All kinds of abilities rained down upon Mac. Yet the corner of his lips curled into a smile.
This feeling—it was like fighting a BOSS in a game.
Except this time, he was the BOSS.
Light flared as cards materialized around him. Mac's body flickered, vanishing with a teleport, and reappeared high in the sky.
His gaze sharpened, unleashing a terrifying surge of psychic force that froze enemy after enemy in place.
It was time to end this battle—a battle fought purely to vent his rage.
Mac raised his right hand and tapped his temple. His psychic power surged outward in waves, and with every spark of murderous intent in his mind, another superhero collapsed lifeless to the ground. Those who managed to resist momentarily screamed in torment as their faces twisted grotesquely before they too fell, one after another.
At this moment, floating high above, Mac resembled a merciless god, harvesting life after life without pause.
The onlookers trembled in terror, their eyes filled with dread as they stared at him.
Mac extended his hand toward those below and clenched lightly. In an instant, his psychic power erupted and vanished, crushing the last few enemies into lifeless corpses.
The next instant, Mac soared toward the headquarters of Starry Sky Company.
There were still ten seconds left before the three minutes he had promised were up.
Yet no one dared to lift a hand against him now.
Staring at the corpses strewn across the ground, the superhero who had shouted for everyone to attack Mac earlier now wore an expression of fury mixed with confusion and disbelief.
He was still alive.
"You are a qualified superhero."
Remembering the words Mac had spoken into his mind earlier, his face was clouded with incomprehension.
If he was considered a qualified superhero, did that mean all the others who had been slain… were not?
He glanced around and noticed several other survivors.
Could it be that, in Mac's eyes, these few were also deemed qualified superheroes—and that was why they had been spared?
Lost in doubt, he looked back at Mac once more, only to see a blinding column of light descend from the heavens.
Ultimate Flash ×2.
The ground quaked violently as devastating energy obliterated the Starry Sky Company's headquarters, leaving behind a crater that continued to expand.
In that instant, everyone's eyes were filled with nothing but that dazzling beam of light.
When the light finally dispersed into specks of golden energy and vanished into the air, cold sweat drenched the onlookers as they stared at the scene before them.
The Starry Sky building was gone. In its place lay a bottomless crater.
They raised their eyes, but the cold, indifferent figure was nowhere to be seen, and their hearts filled with relief.
Meanwhile, several hundred meters away, two figures watched the scene unfold, their faces equally grim and tinged with fear.
Iron Lady and Mister Zero.
The moment they received the Starry Sky Company's call for help, they had rushed over.
But just before they reached the battlefield, Iron Lady had stopped Mister Zero, her sky-blue eyes brimming with quiet fear.
It was the first time Mister Zero had ever seen her like this.
Now, watching the building vanish within the column of light, he finally understood why Iron Lady had held him back.
"You know him?"
Mister Zero asked curiously.
Iron Lady, her expression calm once more, shook her head. "I have something else to take care of. You give them the report."
Mister Zero nodded, then suddenly asked, "Tonight… may I invite you to dinner?"
"No time."
Iron Lady rejected him coldly.
Unfazed, Mister Zero chuckled. "It's fine if you bring your child along. I like kids, I—"
Before he could finish, Iron Lady shot him a frosty glare. "Shut up! Never mention my child!"
With that, she quickly departed.
Mister Zero sighed in disappointment. Looking at the ruins in the distance, he raised his hand. Frost gathered at his fingertips, forming a slide of ice. Stepping onto it, he slid forward like a skier, continuously creating icy pathways as he rushed toward the remains of the Starry Sky building.
Though the battle had ended, he still had to make an appearance—otherwise it wouldn't look right.
At the same time, the news and videos of the Starry Sky headquarters being destroyed and countless superheroes being slaughtered by a mysterious figure spread like wildfire.
Far too many people had seen it, making it nearly impossible to suppress the information. Besides, Starry Sky Company had no intention of doing so.
Watching the footage spread, Jason Stryker, the hidden boss of Starry Sky Company, revealed a smile.
This mysterious man had indeed caused them tremendous losses—but at the same time, he represented an opportunity.
Next, they would gather a massive number of superheroes to confront this crisis.
Doing so would not only bring greater attention and profit to Starry Sky Company but also allow them to weed out useless heroes, freeing up precious resources for the launch of their next generation of superheroes.
(End of Chapter)