Chapter 114: Robot Draws Blood
Beast Girl's movements paused for a moment.
"Mind your own business..."
Her voice trailed off.
It was exactly as Mark said.
Every time she transformed, her age would regress.
So during normal training, she definitely wouldn't transform if she could help it.
But without transforming, she was just an ordinary ten-year-old Little girl.
What could she practice?
Practice jump rope?
Practice radio calisthenics?
"Hahahaha!"
Mark burst out laughing, his hand rubbing her head with even more force.
"You should just behave and grow up slowly."
"Hmph—!"
Beast Girl let out a dissatisfied grunt, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.
"Oh, Mr. KFC, you're here too."
A familiar voice sounded.
Mark turned his head.
Rex jumped down from the training platform and patted the dust off his hands.
His hair was a mess, and his face was stained with blood from who-knows-who; he looked like he had just crawled out of a chaotic brawl.
But he was still his old self.
Even while resting, his hands weren't idle.
He bent down to pick up a fragment of stone debris produced during training—residue left behind after Captain Africa smashed a training dummy with a punch.
Those nimble hands flipped back and forth, and a few seconds later, the pebble turned into a small gadget glowing with yellow light in his palm.
Molecular Bomb.
Rex's specialty.
He tossed it casually, and the bomb traced a parabola, flying accurately toward Mark.
Mark caught it with one hand.
Then he clenched his palm tight.
Bang!
A muffled sound.
A puff of dust floated from Mark's palm, carrying a faint scent of gunpowder smoke.
Mark opened his hand.
Only a bit of black debris remained inside.
Rex looked at him and sighed helplessly.
"My ability is completely useless against you."
He jumped off the training platform, walked up to Mark, and looked this monster up and down.
They were both teen heroes, so how could the gap between them be so massive?
He had no doubt that if Mark wanted to, he could slaughter the entire Youth Defense Force.
"Everyone has their own strengths..."
Mark patted his shoulder comfortingly.
"This bomb ability of yours is actually very useful. I've always wanted to get it before, so I could cosplay as an office worker who desires a quiet life."
Rex frowned.
"Huh? What kind of quiet office worker needs a bomb ability for a cosplay?"
"Nay, nay."
Mark shook his head with an air of profound mystery.
"The office worker I'm talking about is someone who ensures eight hours of sleep every day, drinks a glass of warm milk before bed, sleeps like a baby, and then upon waking the next day—"
He paused, his gaze becoming deep.
"An office worker who gets a boner looking at the Mona Lisa."
Rex fell silent.
He opened his mouth, then closed it again.
Then he opened it once more.
"Is that really a human..."
Tsk."
Mark shrugged helplessly.
"It seems you can't appreciate this art."
"I just searched the entire internet."
A mechanical voice suddenly sounded from behind Rex.
"And I couldn't find what this so-called 'quiet office worker' is either."
"Holy shit!"
Rex let out a strange cry, nearly jumping out of his skin!
He rubbed his shoulder and swatted the hand away.
It was a metal hand.
Robot had arrived behind him at some unknown point, silent as a ghost.
"Does your patting have to hurt this much now?!"
Rex grimaced, rubbing a specific spot on his shoulder.
"I felt like a needle just poked into my Trapezius!"
Robot did not answer his question.
He just looked at the palm of his hand.
In that metal palm, a tiny needle tube had appeared at some point.
The tube was already filled with dark red blood.
The mechanical palm closed, retracting the needle tube.
He had actually tried to draw Mark's blood.
And then... the blood-drawing needle snapped...
Mark hadn't even noticed.
So, settling for the next best thing, Robot decided to use Rex's blood instead.
"Perhaps there was an issue with the machine's parameters,"
he explained indifferently, then turned to walk toward Mark.
"It's rare to see you come over."
He came to a stop in front of Mark, his mechanical eyes flickering with a faint light.
"Do you need me to develop a training plan for you?"
He paused.
"Just last night, Director Cecil suddenly allocated a large amount of funds for my use, saying it was imperative to create a training plan for you."
"No need, no need."
Mark waved his hand.
"No amount of money can support my training. If needed, I'll go to outer space to exercise."
He was telling the truth.
Now that Nolan hadn't left Earth, why would he bother lifting ships or icebergs for exercise?
Just having Nolan punch him a few more times would make his Smart Atoms more active.
"Alright."
Robot nodded, still calm.
"I also feel that I cannot devise a plan suitable for you."
"You didn't go to class yesterday."
A clear female voice rang out.
Mark turned his head.
Atom Eve Eve slowly descended from the air, her iconic combat suit glowing softly under the lights.
Her hair was tied in a neat ponytail, revealing a smooth forehead and bright eyes.
"Ah, because I've decided to focus my efforts on training for now,"
Mark explained.
"Those things at school can wait."
He had already decided to become the Emperor of Earth; why would he still go to classes at an American university?
"Is that so?"
Eve's brow furrowed slightly.
A flicker of imperceptible disappointment flashed in those eyes.
She had originally wanted to invite Mark to go to the library to read together.
After all, Mark and she were known as the two great geniuses of the school.
Though now, this 'genius' didn't seem to need to study much anymore.
Seeing the young girl's disappointed look, how could Marknot know Eve's thoughts?
After all, he and Eve were the destined official couple.
Of course, Mark wasn't some innocent boy or a pure-love warrior.
He had absolutely no reason to refuse!
As a physically strong Viltrum, a single partner couldn't possibly satisfy his needs.
Such excellent bloodline as his definitely needed to be spread far and wide.
Eve and Anissa were both his target figures from the start.
Anissa went without saying—who wouldn't like a mature, understanding older sister?
As for Eve—
Just the point of being a 'free Resurrection Artifact' alone made her impossible to refuse.
Under normal circumstances, Atom Eve could not control living things.
But when her emotions reached a threshold, or when she was near death, Atom Eve could break through that limitation.
As long as you weren't dead, she could directly resurrect you.
This was the true Immortal!
Chapter 115: Gang Street Mission
"A new mission has appeared."
Robot's voice suddenly rang out, interrupting Mark's thoughts.
Everyone's eyes focused on him.
"Gang Street. There's been a sudden surge of casualties. Two heroes are needed to investigate."
His mechanical eyes scanned everyone present.
Among all the young heroes present, Invincible and Atom Eve were indeed the strongest.
One was physically invincible.
The other was mechanically invincible.
As for the others—including the current Robot himself—they looked like little wastes just there to make up the numbers!
"Then I'll leave it to you two."
Robot looked at Mark and Eve.
Mark and Eve exchanged a glance.
"Let's go."
Mark grabbed Eve's wrist and lifted off the ground.
The two soared into the sky, disappearing beyond the training center's ceiling.
Robot stood in place, watching them leave.
No one noticed how practiced his metal palm's movement had been when he took the blood sample just now.
Gang Street.
This was the darkest corner of the city, a lawless land where the light of justice did not reach.
Dilapidated buildings, filthy streets, graffiti and trash everywhere.
The air was thick with a rotting stench, mixed with the smell of blood and gunpowder.
Mark and Eve hovered in the air, looking down.
Below their feet, it was pure chaos.
Five people were surrounding and attacking one person.
To be precise, five superhumans were beating up a burly man covered in stone skin.
Titan.
The poor soul who had been threatened by Machine Headusing his family and forced to join the gang.
At this moment, he was fighting one against five.
Mark narrowed his eyes, a golden light flickering deep within his pupils.
Interesting.
"What's that?" Eve asked with a frown.
"An unfair fight," Mark said.
They watched silently.
The first to strike was Lava Maniac.
That guy's entire body had turned into liquid magma; crimson lava flowed over the surface of his skin, radiating incredible heat.
He opened his mouth and spat out a scorching pillar of fire, heading straight for Titan's face!
Titan raised his arm to block.
Sizzle—!
The magma splashed against the stone skin, making a piercing sound!
The high temperature caused the stone surface to crack, fine fissures spreading like a spiderweb!
But Titan grit his teeth and endured it.
"You can really take a hit!"
Lava Maniac grinned, spitting out another pillar of fire!
This time, he aimed for Titan's legs!
Titan didn't have time to dodge, and his right leg was hit head-on by the fire pillar!
"Argh—!"
He let out a muffled groan, dropping to one knee!
The stone skin began to peel off under the high temperature, revealing charred skin underneath!
Just then—
Chain Tyrant made his move!
The skin on his chest split open, and over thirty elastic tentacles grew wildly like an octopus's limbs!
The tips of those tentacles had sharp barbs, waving in the air with a whistling wind sound!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!
The tentacles pounced on Titan like a rainstorm!
Titan had just stood up when his limbs were entangled by a dozen tentacles!
The tentacles tightened further, the barbs digging into the cracks of the stone skin and hooking into the flesh beneath!
"Get over here!"
Chain Tyrant gave a forceful tug, and Titan was pulled off the ground, tracing an arc through the air before—
Thump!
He was slammed hard onto the ground!
A large crater was smashed into the floor!
Before Titan could crawl back up, another dozen tentacles wrapped around him!
His neck, his waist, his legs—all were tightly bound!
Chain Tyrant lifted him up like a marionette, dangling him in the air!
"Hahaha! Struggle! Why aren't you struggling anymore!"
Titan grit his teeth, trying to snap the tentacles.
But his strength was almost depleted from the previous exertion.
"Don't be in a rush, there's something even more fun."
A sinister voice rang out.
Kurtz stepped forward.
Electricity coiled around him, the current crackling in the air and illuminating his twisted face.
He raised both hands and pointed at Titan—
Sizzle—!!!
Blue electricity poured down like a waterfall!
It struck Titan directly!
The tentacles instantly became conductors, transmitting the current into Titan's body without reservation!
"AAAAARGH—!"
Titan let out a shrill scream of agony!
The stone skin trembled violently in the current, peeling off even faster!
His body convulsed violently, and wisps of smoke began to rise from his mouth and nose!
"Don't shock him to death."
Lava Maniac reminded him.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
Kurtz smiled and increased the electrical output!
This wave of electrocution lasted for a full ten seconds!
When the current finally stopped, Titan had gone limp like a pile of mud.
His stone skin had completely peeled away.
Revealing the Black man's face underneath.
That face was covered in blood and sweat.
Blood leaked from the corners of his mouth, his nostrils, and even the corners of his eyes.
"Cough... cough..."
He coughed violently, spitting out mouthful after mouthful of blood.
"Not dead yet?"
A heavy voice sounded.
Furnace walked out.
He wore a heavy suit of mecha armor; there was a massive furnace on the chest piece, with crimson magma churning inside.
He raised his arm, the cannon on it aimed at Titan.
"Let me send him on his way."
"Don't be in such a hurry."
A lazy voice rang out.
A flash of light appeared.
Isotope appeared in the center of the battlefield.
He wore a flashy red suit, his silver ponytail swaying behind his head.
He looked at the mud-like Titan on the ground, a complex expression on his face.
"The boss hasn't arrived yet."
"Tsk."
Furnace lowered his arm, somewhat impatient.
"Then hurry up, I'm on a schedule."
Isotope ignored him.
He just looked at Titan.
The two men's gazes crossed in the air for an instant.
That glance was very brief.
So brief that no one would notice.
But in that glance, information was being transmitted.
Hold on.
I know.
Titan lay on the ground, gasping for air.
He could feel that several of his ribs were broken.
His internal organs were also injured; every breath felt like a knife's cut.
His limbs could no longer exert force; he couldn't even manage to stand up.
Damn it.
Where was Machine Head?
Why hadn't Machine Head come out yet?!
If this continued, let alone attacking Machine Head, whether he'd even have the strength to stand up was another matter entirely!
"Hey, you're not dead, are you?"
Lava Maniac leaned in and kicked Titan's head.
Titan didn't react.
"Tsk, how boring."
Lava Maniac curled his lip.
"When is the boss coming? This dump is filthy and stinks, I don't want to stay here anymore."
"What's the rush."
Chain Tyrant retracted his tentacles, which slithered back into his chest like snakes.
"The boss has his own arrangements."
"Arrangements my ass."
Kurtz also cut the power and lit a cigarette.
"I think he just wants to see how long this guy can last."
He blew out a smoke ring.
"But it's about enough. If he holds on any longer, he'll actually die."
Titan lay on the ground, listening to their conversation.
His consciousness was starting to blur.
The scene before him became hazy.
He seemed to see his daughter.
That thin little girl who always huddled in her mother's arms.
When she looked at him, there was always light in her eyes.
It was the light of trust.
The light of 'Daddy will protect me'.
If he died here—
Who would protect her?
Titan grit his teeth.
Using all his remaining strength, he slowly raised his head.
In those eyes, a final spark of light burned.
"Oh?"
Lava Maniac raised an eyebrow.
"Not dead yet?"
He crouched down, looking into Titan's eyes.
That look was like staring at a dying ant.
"You can really take a beating, big guy."
He patted Titan's face.
"Too bad, holding on is useless. If the boss wants you dead, you die. If the boss wants you alive, only then can you live."
He stood up and waved to his companions.
"Alright, that's enough. We'll wait until the boss gets here."
The five superhumans dispersed.
Leaving only Titan, lying on the cold ground.
His blood spread out on the floor like a dark red flower.
In the sky, Mark and Eve watched this scene quietly.
"Should we go down?" Eve asked.
Mark said with a smile:
"Wait a bit longer."
"I'm curious how much longer those two down there can keep acting."
Chapter 116: Hellhound!!!
Titan lay on the ground, gasping for breath.
Three of his ribs were broken, his internal organs had shifted, and his skin was charred—but he was still alive.
Although the physical fitness of an early-stage Viltrumcouldn't compare to a monster like Mark, he could at least withstand a few rounds of being ganged up on.
He rested for a moment, barely recovering a bit of strength.
Standing aside and staring at him, Isotope's brows were tightly knit.
These two had long since discovered that Mark and Evehad arrived here.
Super Hearing wasn't just for show.
But—
Why?
Why weren't Invincible and Atom Eve coming to save Titan?
Weren't they heroes?
If the fight continued, someone would really die!
This was the free and democratic America!
Villains' lives matter too!
Titan let out a heavy breath.
He knew now wasn't the time for acting.
The original plan was: if Machine Head was willing to come out, he would go up and kill Machine Head instantly.
But now Machine Head wasn't coming out.
Then he could only use the heroes' strength to defeat all of Machine Head's subordinates, and then find a way to kill Machine Head himself.
Everything was back to square one.
He still had to rely on Mark's power!
Taking a deep breath.
Titan suddenly looked up and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Help—! Murder—! Help—!"
The voice was loud and full of vigor, not sounding at all like someone who had just been beaten half to death.
"Quickly, let some incredibly brave and matchless hero save a commoner like me!"
After shouting, Titan felt his face begin to flush and burn.
Though that would only make his naturally dark skin look even darker.
His Crime Value was continuously rising.
But Titan was very certain at this moment—
Mark and Eve had definitely heard his cry for help!
"I have an eighty-year-old mother above and an eight-year-old daughter below! I can't die! Heavens, save me!"
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
No movement.
Still no movement.
A drop of cold sweat slid down Titan's cheek.
He looked ahead; the other four superpowered individuals were already cracking their knuckles and walking over, looking as if they were going to tear him limb from limb.
The lava on Lava Maniac's body was boiling, Chain Tyrant's tentacles were dancing wildly, Lightning Man was surrounded by electric sparks, and Furnace's mecha cannon had already begun charging.
Titan couldn't control himself after all.
He looked up at the sky.
And then—
He saw Invincible.
Holding Atom Eve's wrist.
Preventing Atom Eve from coming down.
Looking up again, he saw Invincible's face.
On that young, handsome face adored by countless girls—
—there was now an extremely sinister smile.
How could such a sinister smile appear on the face of a teenage hero?
Titan was utterly bewildered.
"You really aren't honest, are you?"
A voice came from above.
Lava Maniac walked up to Titan, looking down at the black man lying on the ground.
"If someone were actually called over by you, we'd be quite troubled. One less helper is one less helper."
He raised his hand.
His palm turned into crimson lava, drops of molten rock dripping from his fingertips onto the asphalt, corroding holes that emitted wisps of blue smoke.
"Goodbye, big guy."
He was about to spray the lava at Titan!
The lava dripped—
Dripped—
Dripped—
Huh?
Lava Maniac frowned.
He looked forward.
Why couldn't his lava be sprayed out?
Despite being less than a meter from Titan, and with nothing blocking it, that scorching lava stopped in mid-air as if it had hit an invisible wall.
Suspended.
Frozen.
As if time had stopped.
Then, inside the barrier, a face slowly emerged.
That face was excessively handsome, with a mocking smile playing on the lips.
Invincible!
Mark was smiling brightly at Lava Maniac through that layer of transparent Bio-field.
"Surprise~"
Lava Maniac's pupils shrank violently!
The Bio-field exerted force again!
As long as physical attacks couldn't exceed the limits of Mark's physical fitness, the Bio-field could withstand them all!
"Looks like a hero is coming to meddle."
Chain Tyrant suddenly lashed out!
The skin on his chest instantly split open, and hundreds of elastic tentacles grew wildly like octopus arms! The tips of those tentacles were covered in sharp barbs, swarming toward Mark in a dense mass that blotted out the sky!
Mark raised an eyebrow.
He didn't continue to project the Bio-field outward.
Because then he wouldn't be able to experience the thrill of fist-to-flesh combat!
The Bio-field was compressed onto his skin, forming a protective film invisible to the naked eye.
The next second—
Two Viltrumite Hand Chops were swung!
The speed was so fast it left only two afterimages in the air!
"Crack—!"
Hundreds of chains were severed all at once!
The severed tentacles fell to the ground, still twitching violently like decapitated snakes.
Chain Tyrant was stunned.
Before he could react, Mark had already teleported in front of him!
That's right, teleportation!
When a Viltrum's speed reaches its peak, it's no different from teleportation in the eyes of an ordinary person!
Mark pressed his right fingers together and thrust them fiercely into Chain Tyrant's chest!
"Pfft—!"
The sound of tearing flesh was clear and piercing.
The hand burst through Chain Tyrant's back, holding a still-beating heart!
Viltrumite Pierce!
Grand Regent's signature move!
Guaranteed to give you that 'chilled to the bone, heart flying high' feeling!
Now Chain Tyrant's heart really was "flying high."
It was scattered all over the ground behind him.
Mixed with blood.
"Holy shit! It's Invincible! Everyone, attack him!"
Lightning Man suddenly shouted!
This guy was the smartest of the four Superhumans.
But at this moment, he was still very confident.
No matter how strong a creature is, it has weaknesses!
And his lightning could reach up to a hundred thousand volts!
Even if you're Invincible, you'll be fried to a crisp!
Experience the same treatment as that pedophile!
"Fire to my left and right, Thunder God aid me!"
He formed hand seals—though it was unclear why a Superhuman needed hand seals, the sense of ritual was important.
"Lightning, come!!!"
Chapter 117: If You Encounter a Big Problem, Just Ignore It, and Then There Won't Be a Problem
A series of crackling explosions rang out!
Blue electric currents poured down like a waterfall, directly enveloping Mark's entire body!
The current was so intense and violent that it ionized the surrounding air into a blue mist of light!
In that moment, Mark's entire being transformed into a mass of lightning!
He was electricity!
He was light!
He was the one and only myth!
Eve, who was watching from above to see how Markwould react, charged straight down!
"Are you crazy?! You're just letting him electrocute you directly?"
"You can't possibly have some kind of weird fetish, can you?!"
Eve immediately used her atomic powers to manifest two pink crystal-like blades. With a swing through the air, two crescent-shaped energy blades whistled toward Lightning Man!
Just then—
The meat shield, Furnace, charged out!
Clad in heavy steel mecha, he blocked Lightning Man like a mobile fortress!
*Clang! Clang!*
The two atomic blades shattered instantly upon hitting him!
These blades are really fragile...
"Just two measly heroes!"
Lava Maniac laughed loudly.
"Did you really expect to fight us together?"
Just as he finished speaking—
A flash of light appeared!
Isotope made his move!
He directly activated his teleportation ability, appearing behind Eve in an instant!
Before Eve could react, a hand was already pressed against her back!
The next second, Eve vanished from the spot!
A second later—
She appeared right in front of Lava Maniac!
Less than a meter away!
"Eat my fist!"
Lava Maniac took a deep breath, pulled his right fist back, and his entire arm instantly transformed into scorching magma!
He swung a heavy punch forward!
Hellhound!
The punch carried a terrifying heat, causing the air to warp and distort from the burning!
Eve's pupils shrank!
She had no time to think, her hands waving frantically as she unleashed her atomic powers to the fullest!
Countless layers of transparent crystal shields stacked up in front of her instantly, layer upon layer, reaching over a dozen!
*Bang—!*
The magma fist smashed into the first layer of the shield!
The shield shattered!
The second layer!
Shattered!
The third layer!
Shattered!
Under the high-temperature magma and the terrifying impact, those shields shattered layer by layer like they were made of paper!
Eve's face turned deathly pale.
At that critical moment—
"Killing my teammate right in front of me... you've got a lot of nerve."
A cold voice rang out behind Lava Maniac.
Lava Maniac's whole body froze.
He slowly turned his head.
Unbeknownst to him, Mark had already arrived behind him.
He was holding Lightning Man's head in one hand.
The head had been detached from the body, but strangely, it was still breathing, still blinking, and still looking at the world in terror.
Lightning Man had already elementalized; logically, physical attacks shouldn't hurt him.
But wrapped within the Bio-field, that wisp of consciousness still maintained its complete form.
Mark let go of his hand.
The Bio-field dissipated.
The last trace of Lightning Man's existence vanished completely into the air.
"Next—"
Mark turned his head and looked at Lava Maniac.
In those eyes, a golden light was burning.
"It's your turn."
A Viltrumite Hand Chop swung out!
Aiming straight for Lava Maniac's neck!
If this strike landed, Lava Maniac's head would have to say goodbye to his body!
At that critical moment—
A flash of light appeared!
Isotope activated his teleportation, instantly arriving behind Lava Maniac!
He activated it once more!
The two of them instantly appeared ten meters away!
They successfully dodged Mark's strike!
"Hmm?"
Mark raised an eyebrow.
He looked at his empty palm, then at the two panting figures ten meters away.
"A teleportation-type ability?"
He nodded.
"That's definitely cheating."
However—
The speed of this ability's execution was too slow.
He had nearly failed to dodge even that extremely casual strike just now.
Yes.
Isotope had not completely dodged the move.
The smooth wolf-tail hairstyle he had been sporting was now gone.
Only a clean-cut edge remained.
A lock of silver hair drifted down from the air.
The lock of silver hair swirled in the air before finally landing on the ground, silent and still.
Isotope touched the back of his head, his expression grim.
"Are you okay, Eve?"
Mark turned around and looked at Eve behind him.
Eve took a deep breath to steady herself.
"How many times do I have to tell you? Use my title while we're on duty."
She frowned.
"Hurry up and take down these criminals. Since you have the strength, stop playing around!"
"Look at you..."
Mark put his hands on his hips.
"Always so impatient."
Eve: "..."
"If I don't make the fight look a little difficult, how can I demonstrate the noble character and high-minded faith of a hero?"
Mark lectured her with a serious face.
"A qualified worker of faith must treat a small problem as a big one. Only after completing it this way can they show their faith and their dedication to the job!"
Eve was stunned.
She suddenly felt a wave of mysterious Eastern culture crashing against her understanding of the world.
"Then... what if you encounter a big problem?"
A sudden thirst for knowledge acted up in her heart.
"A big problem?"
Mark smiled.
"If you encounter a big problem, you definitely don't treat it as a problem!"
"As long as I don't deal with it, the problem doesn't exist. If the problem doesn't exist, I don't have any problems!"
He patted Eve's shoulder and spoke with deep sincerity.
"Atom Eve, there's skill and wisdom in serving the people!"
"Those who just work steadily, keep their heads down, and only know how to work themselves to the bone can never truly serve the people thoroughly!"
"When you serve, you have to show it off and promote it grandly! Only then can you serve even more people!"
Eve fell silent.
She felt like her worldview was suffering a critical hit.
But strangely...
It seemed to make some sense?
Ignoring the dazed Eve.
Mark blurred and appeared right in front of Isotope!
Isotope's eyes widened!
Holy crap! He's cheating!
He clearly wasn't this fast just now!
But in that instant, Isotope's brain began to fire rapidly!
He had never felt so refreshed and clear-headed!
It was as if his college self had returned to high school, armed with all his past experiences!
I'm not lacking anything anymore!
The next second—
Isotope charged at Mark!
Mark's Viltrumite Hand Chop looked like it was about to burst Isotope's head—
And at the very moment of contact!
Isotope activated his teleport!
Because he had prepared for it long ago, there was no delay in this teleport!
A flash of light!
Mark instantly vanished from the spot!
When he reappeared—
He was right between Lava Maniac and Furnace Tyrant!
The temperature skyrocketed!
The air began to shimmer and warp!
And in that same instant, Isotope completed a second teleport!
"Ugh..."
He coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Performing two teleports in such a short time was a massive burden on his body.
Now, he was down on one knee, supporting himself with one hand, his whole body trembling.
But he looked up at Mark and flashed a brilliant smile.
"As an opponent, you're quite good."
"Huh?"
Mark frowned, looking at this guy who was cosplaying as Minato Namikaze.
"Watch! This is my two teammates' blood-boiling combo technique!"
Isotope cheered loudly!
And at the very moment of his loud cheer—
Lava Maniac and Furnace Tyrant simultaneously erupted with their maximum heat!
Their most terrifying punches smashed toward Mark!
The two fists, carrying heat enough to melt steel and power enough to shatter mountains, closed in from both sides!
"Behold! This is our blood-boiling combo technique!"
Isotope's voice boomed through the air!
"Purgatory Twin Gods! Magma-Furnace Unification! Heaven-Burning Earth-Rending Eternal Tribulation Unperishing! Sky-Shattering God-Slaying Finality Punch!!!"
The name was so long it was suffocating!
The momentum was so intense it made one's blood boil!
The two punches were about to slam into Mark!
And then—
*Sigh...*
Chapter 118: Freeze Breath
The sound of gentle breathing drifted through the air.
It was very light.
It was very soft.
Like a sigh in the middle of winter.
But with just this single breath—
The originally sweltering air began to drop in temperature at a staggering speed!
The temperature plummeted!
The heatwave receded!
This is... this is!
One of Superman's ultimate techniques from the Ice-Fire Yin-Yang Well!
The ultimate ice technique besides Heat Vision!
Freeze Breath!!!
As cold as the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass—the hundred-thousand-year-old ultimate ice immortal herb nurtured by the Cold Extreme Yin Spring of the Ice-Fire Yin-Yang Well!
Cold winds howled!
Snowflakes actually began to drift directly from the sky!
In the middle of June, it was snowing!
"I slowly listen to the sound of snow falling~"
"Fantasizing that it will never stop~"
Isotope spread his hands, looking at the massive chunk of ice that had landed in his palm.
Ice this big, of course, wouldn't just fall from the sky.
If it really fell from the sky, Isotope's hand would probably be smashed to pieces by now.
Just how did this block of ice appear in his hand?
It was actually very simple—
His entire body had already been frozen solid!
Isotope's head was also encased in ice!
His brain cells had completely died!
Isotope, much like Kars returning to space—
Stopped thinking!
As for the nearby Lava Maniac and Furnace Tyrant—
Their fists, which had been burning with momentum and ready to practice the 'Shandong Confucius Rites,' were now as cold as loneliness itself.
Lonely, so lonely and lonesome~
Lonesome, so lonely and lonesome~~
Eve: If you're so lonely, then go open a dojo for me!!!
Of course.
It wasn't just their fists that were lonely.
Their entire beings were desolate and lonely.
Because they had also been frozen fresh!
Large blocks of ice, as transparent as crystal, formed over their bodies.
Those sweltering bodies would never be sweltering again.
One could see just how massive the quantity of ice was!
If one had to describe it—
This amount of ice would be enough for a Luckin Coffeebranch to use for an entire morning!
Mark stood among the ice sculptures and nodded with satisfaction.
He looked left and right, then began to get to work.
First, he pulled the ice sculptures of Lava Maniac and Furnace Tyrant together.
He set them up.
Then he placed Isotope's ice sculpture in the middle.
It fit perfectly without a gap.
An artificial small snow mountain suddenly appeared in the center of Gang Street!
Mark leaped up, landing on the peak of the snow mountain.
He held his hands behind his back.
His clothes fluttered in the wind.
He struck the pose of a grandmaster.
He looked up at the sky and sighed softly:
"It truly is lonely at the top, as desolate as the snow~~"
Snowflakes were still falling.
Landing on his shoulders.
Landing in his hair.
Landing on that excessively handsome face of his.
Eve stood below, watching this scene, no longer knowing what words to use to describe the sight before her.
From the call for help.
To taking action.
To the slaughter.
To piling up a snow mountain.
Just how was this man's brain wired?
"Even inviting a grandmaster to the house wouldn't help with this kind of person."
Eve could only lament this way.
She shook her head and walked over to the frozen ice sculptures to observe them closely.
Lava Maniac's expression was frozen in a moment of terror, his mouth wide open as if screaming 'Help!'
Furnace Tyrant was even worse; his heavy mecha had been frozen into a giant lump of ice, making him look like a piece of postmodern sculpture.
Isotope looked the most peaceful.
His eyes were closed, and a final trace of a smile lingered on his lips, as if he had died satisfied.
Clap, clap, clap...
The sound came from far away.
The sound was crisp and rhythmic, like the purest collision between flesh.
This kind of collision could make primal instincts throb and the soul rejoice.
That's right, this kind of exercise is—ptui, ptui, ptui!
It was the Injustice Game!
Commonly known as clapping!
Mark looked up.
Above the small snow mountain, a massive screen had appeared out of nowhere.
The screen floated in mid-air, as large as half a football field, with a picture so clear you could see every pixel.
On the screen, a giant metal head was flashing a brilliant smile at him.
Machine Head.
The ruler of this gang district.
"Wow! Impressive, truly impressive!"
Machine Head's clapping didn't stop, and the sound echoed through the speakers across the entire Gang Street.
"To take down five of my Superhumans in one go! You truly live up to the name Invincible, equal in fame to the strongest hero, Omni-Man!"
His voice was raspy yet charismatic, carrying a sincere sense of appreciation.
"Omni-Man really has quite your style as well!"
Mark's expression instantly froze.
"..."
Saying the father is like the son, aren't you getting the hierarchy a bit backward?
Although I've always believed that a great man living between heaven and earth shouldn't stay under someone else for long...
You can't just say those thoughts out loud!
Doesn't this make me look unfilial?
Do you have any manners?
Any sense of shame?
Any emotional intelligence?
At this moment, Mark had every reason to suspect he had been poked in a sore spot and was having a bit of a reaction.
Seeing Invincible's face suddenly darken, Machine Headhad no idea what he had said wrong.
Wait, what's this mean?
I give you a compliment, and you get all worked up?
"It seems Invincible is dead set on destroying my Gang Street."
Machine Head spoke with deep sorrow, his metal face actually squeezing out a trace of a wronged expression.
"I really don't understand, how did I suddenly provoke a troublesome enemy like you!"
"Sigh, I didn't..."
Mark raised his hand, wanting to say don't slander me.
Before he could finish...
"Dammit!"
Machine Head suddenly raised his volume, the sound so loud the screen vibrated.
"To think I hid so well, yet you still want to wipe me out?!"
He reached out, pointing at Mark on the screen, his finger almost poking through the image.
"Must heroes like you—with your righteous hearts, handsome looks, and the aura of a sovereign—insist on putting me to death?!"
He spoke with powerful conviction and heart-wrenching pain.
That tone, that expression, that body language—he was the spitting image of a poor man driven to a dead end!
Mark fell silent.
He looked at that screaming metal head on the screen and remained silent for a full three seconds.
Then he laughed; it was his first time seeing someone so eager for death.
Holy crap, since you put it that way, what else is there to say, brother!
Just give me your life!
You could have lived, but since you've said all that...
If I don't let you die once, wouldn't I be failing such beautiful words?
"But don't think you have the victory in your grasp!"
Machine Head suddenly let out a great roar!
The sound was like a clap of thunder, making the glass of the surrounding buildings tremble!
On his metal head, those glowing eyes suddenly became bright, like two small suns burning!
"I have learned one thing from my short life..."
His voice became low and solemn, as if reading some sacred oath.
"The more one toys with schemes and uses subordinates, the more one discovers that human ability has its limits..."
Mark's eyebrows shot up.
These lines—
Why do they sound a bit familiar?
"To defeat a hero like you, one must possess power that transcends humanity!"
Machine Head's hand slowly reached toward his chest.
"What exactly are you trying to say?"
Mark frowned, looking at this seemingly crazed Machine Head.
At this moment, he actually suspected the other party would pull out a Stone Mask in the next second and vow to evolve into the Ultimate Lifeform!
"Therefore, I will no longer use the power of humans, Invincible!"
Machine Head suddenly pulled out a button!
The button was red, with a skull symbol on it, flashing with a dangerous light under the lamps.
He pressed it down hard!
"Vrrrrm—!"
A deafening hum rang out!
In the air, a massive portal slowly opened!
Chapter 119: Battle Beast
"I sense the scent of a strong one."
A low voice drifted out from the portal.
The voice sounded as if it came from an ancient battlefield, carrying the lingering scent of blood and gunpowder.
Dull footsteps echoed, but the urgency within them was already palpable!
"A battle took place here. A thick scent of blood, absolute crushing power... strong, very strong!"
"There is an opponent here worthy of a fierce battle."
A massive paw stepped out from the portal.
The paw was covered in white fur, with claws as black as ink; when it hit the ground, the asphalt road instantly buckled, and cracks spread outward like a spiderweb.
Then came the second paw.
Then the body.
It was a behemoth over two meters tall, its broad shoulders like a moving wall.
Every muscle looked as if it were cast from steel, shimmering with a metallic luster under the sunlight.
His head—
—was the head of a white lion.
His flowing mane swayed slightly in the wind, and his bloody maw revealed snow-white fangs. His eyes were amber, burning with bloodthirsty majesty.
It was the majesty of the King of Beasts.
It was the majesty of a God of War on the Battlefield.
In his right hand, he held a giant axe with a broad face and a sharp edge, flashing with a cold, icy light in the sun.
In his left hand, he held a greatsword with a slender blade and a thick spine, engraved with ancient runes.
This was the Battle Beast, who could defeat the Grand Regent on land!
If he were wielding weapons, the Grand Regent might not necessarily be able to defeat him!
Almost the moment he arrived on the battlefield, the Battle Beast's gaze fell upon Mark.
That gaze was like two physical blades, stabbing straight at Mark.
Mark stood his ground with his arms crossed over his chest.
Standing at 1.95 meters tall with extremely powerful muscles, he didn't appear small even when facing the Battle Beast.
For a moment, they seemed evenly matched!
The Battle Beast sniffed the air, his nose twitching as he savored the aura emanating from Mark.
"A Viltrum?"
His brow furrowed.
Although a feline's brow is hard to distinguish, his expression was indeed a frown.
"No, that's not right. Not a pure Viltrum."
He took another sniff.
"What is this scent? Like Fire, like the sun! It's incredibly hot!"
His eyes lit up.
"Those guys really found me a good opponent."
The Battle Beast split his maw, revealing a gruesome grin.
There was no malice in that smile, only a pure, fanatical battle intent.
Originally, he had just wanted to kill a few things at random to soothe the anger and heat in his heart.
After all, he didn't believe there was any opponent on Earth worthy of his time.
But now, he was actually somewhat grateful to Machine Head.
The Battle Beast strode toward Mark.
Every step made the ground tremble, carrying an unquestionable sense of pressure.
"Allow me to introduce myself—"
His voice was as resonant as a bell.
"Battle Beast."
"I have come seeking a glorious death!"
He stopped three meters in front of Mark, looking down at the young man from his height.
"My opponent, are you ready for a glorious slaughter with me?"
"You're making it sound like I'm your bed-warming maid."
Mark curled his lip and likewise strode toward the Battle Beast.
His pace was neither fast nor slow, even carrying a hint of leisure.
It was as if he weren't facing a monster capable of defeating the Grand Regent, but just some ordinary street thug.
"Ho ho, you don't choose to flee, but instead approach me of your own accord?"
The Battle Beast leaned his body, sizing up Mark like a feline observing its prey.
The two of them stood in the middle of the road.
The distance between them grew closer and closer.
Five meters.
Three meters.
One meter.
Both had entered each other's attack range!
The air seemed to solidify.
Time seemed to stand still.
And then—
"Roar!!!"
The Battle Beast was the first to strike!
He lowered his stance, momentarily setting aside his blade and axe, and threw a punch directly at Mark!
The speed of that fist was so fast it left afterimages in the air, the wind from the punch scraping across the ground like a blade, plowing a deep furrow!
"Ora!!!"
Mark threw a punch at the same time!
No flourishes, no techniques, just the purest, most direct clash of power!
"Bang—!!!"
The two fists collided!
The air blasted outward!
Centered on the two of them, the Shockwave spread in all directions, flipping cars on the roadside, shattering nearby glass, and even causing the walls of abandoned buildings to crack!
The Battle Beast's eyes widened further and further.
He felt it—
—the terrifying power within his opponent!
The Battle Beast's strength was, in fact, superior to the Grand Regent's.
The reason the Grand Regent could defeat the Battle Beast was, firstly, because the Battle Beast hadn't used weapons.
Secondly, because the Grand Regent could fly, greatly increasing his mobility and flexibility!
The Battle Beast fighting the Grand Regent was like a tank trying to fight a plane.
Even so, he had nearly shaken the plane to pieces!
This showed just how powerful the tank's firepower was!
And Mark's current strength couldn't even compare to the Grand Regent's.
In this moment—
Mark felt the pressure.
His fist was being gradually pushed back!
"Your strength is great, the likes of which I have never seen in my life."
The Battle Beast's voice came from the other side of the fists, filled with appreciation and praise.
"But it is merely 'unseen before'."
His grin grew more gruesome.
"You are not as strong as I am!"
He laughed loudly, throwing his other giant axe directly onto the ground!
With both hands free, his fists rained down on Mark in a continuous barrage!
"Roar roar roar roar roar!!!"
Those fists fell like raindrops, each one enough to shatter a small mountain!
"Ora Ora Ora Ora!!!"
Mark refused to be outdone, his own fists swinging out frantically!
At this moment, the speed of both men exceeded the limits of human visual perception!
Eve stood where she was, only able to see two blurred shadows clashing wildly, completely unable to see how Mark was engaging the Battle Beast!
The air boomed, the ground trembled, and the surrounding buildings collapsed!
Chapter 120: Honor Until Death
Battle Beast was right.
Mark's strength was inferior to his.
In fact, every time Mark traded punches with Battle Beast, the bones in his hands would fracture slightly.
"Crack—"
"Crack—"
"Crack—"
The sound of fracturing was faintly audible in the intervals between their clashing fists.
But to Mark, this wasn't a problem at all!
The speed at which the wounds fractured was nowhere near as fast as the speed at which they healed.
The more Battle Beast fought, the more alarmed he became, and the more excited he grew!
He felt it—
The opponent's fists clearly sustained injuries every time, but by the next punch, they were restored to their original state!
What the hell kind of regenerative power is this?!
"Good! Good!"
Battle Beast almost wanted to let out a long howl at this moment!
This was the opponent he craved!
Such perseverance!
"You will surely bring me a glorious death!"
Battle Beast suddenly raised both hands high, making a move to smash Mark violently!
Just then—
A massive green figure suddenly burst out from the teleportation portal!
That figure was as fast as a bolt of green lightning, delivering a vicious kick to Battle Beast!
"Bang—!"
Caught off guard, Battle Beast was kicked flying, rolling several times on the ground and smashing through a wall!
"Are you alright, Mark?"
The green figure landed beside Mark, panting heavily.
It was Beast Girl.
At this moment, she had transformed into her Beast-form, standing nearly three meters tall with bulging muscles and popping veins, looking like a mobile small mountain.
"Remember to use my title while on duty!"
Mark didn't even turn his head, merely staring in the direction where Battle Beast had flown.
"Besides—leave quickly! This isn't a battlefield you should be on!"
"What do you mean it's not a battlefield I should be on?"
Beast Girl shouted indignantly.
"We're teammates!"
She pointed at her own nose, a look of grievance actually appearing on that hideous beastly face.
"That's right, we're teammates!"
Another mechanical voice rang out from the portal.
"We are the Youth Defense Force!"
Robot's figure stepped out from the portal, his metallic body reflecting a cold, hard luster in the sunlight.
Behind him—
Captain Africa, Black Samson, Rex the Bomber, Shrinking Ray, Dupli-Kate, and Dark Spider-Man filed out!
The group stood majestically behind Mark, looking quite imposing!
Standing there, Mark had never felt such a sense of desolation.
Fighting Battle Beast alone, he might not even be able to determine a winner.
With all of you coming here—
Isn't this just a mess?
He could be resurrected by the system's travel points; could they?
"You—you've ruined a glorious battle!"
A low voice echoed from the ruins.
"Bang!"
The ruins exploded!
Battle Beast stood up from within, brushing the dust off his body.
His gaze had shifted from excitement to rage.
"You have insulted my opponent even more!"
He walked toward the group of Young Heroes step by step, each footfall making the ground tremble.
"You Earth scum, can't you see—"
He pointed at Mark, his voice booming like a bell.
"My opponent wants a fair fight with me?!"
It seemed her beastly instincts were acting up; Beast Girlwas the first who couldn't hold back!
With a wild roar, she charged toward Battle Beast!
Her body looked several sizes larger than Battle Beast's; at three meters tall and weighing two to three hundred kilograms, the ground shook as she ran!
She threw a massive punch at Battle Beast's axe!
Like an egg hitting a stone—
It was personified.
Battle Beast snorted coldly.
He simply swung his arm high, and the giant axe slashed down diagonally!
"Squelch—!"
Beast Girl's arm was like tofu, sliced open by the giant axe from her fist all the way to her biceps!
Blood sprayed wildly!
The intense pain made Beast Girl howl in agony!
But before she could finish howling—
Battle Beast had already bent down and risen, swinging his long blade horizontally at her abdomen!
"Puff—!"
The strike almost cut her in half!
If not for her massive size, this single blow would have been enough to sever Beast Girl at the waist!
Blood and organs gushed from the massive wound, and Beast Girl collapsed limply to the ground as if all her strength had been drained!
"No—!"
Eve cried out in alarm!
Just then—
Mark appeared!
He delivered a vicious kick to Battle Beast, sending him flying just as he was preparing for the finishing blow!
"Bang!"
Battle Beast stumbled back a few steps, dissipating the force and steadying himself.
He looked at Mark, his brow furrowed.
"Let me kill them, is that not good?"
His voice carried a hint of confusion.
"They ruined a glorious duel; for a warrior, that is an insult!"
"I don't understand your so-called chivalry or warrior spirit!"
Mark stood his ground, his red cape fluttering in the wind.
Without turning his head, he roared at the group behind him:
"Now that you've seen the situation, get the hell out of here!"
"I don't have time to save you!"
"But we should help you!"
Eve stepped forward to speak.
She looked at Mark, her eyes filled with worry.
"You get out too."
Mark was blunt.
"Humph!"
Eve stomped her foot in anger.
But she also knew Mark was telling the truth.
This battle was not something people of their level could participate in.
"Be careful."
Robot cautioned.
He looked at the fallen Beast Girl, then at the terrifying Battle Beast, and out of rational consideration, he forcibly pressed the teleport button.
Light flashed.
The Youth Defense Force, along with the heavily injured Beast Girl, vanished from the spot.
Only Mark and Battle Beast remained on the battlefield.
"Alright."
Mark turned around and looked at Battle Beast.
"While I don't understand your warrior spirit, I respect it."
He pointed to the dilapidated buildings around them.
"This is Gang Street. The surrounding buildings are either for drug production or organ trafficking. There are piles of abandoned floors."
He took a combat stance.
"Let's fight right here; no more beating around the bush."
He paused, a curve forming at the corner of his mouth.
"Destroying this place will actually make the city a bit cleaner."
Battle Beast was stunned for a moment.
Then he laughed.
In that smile, there was appreciation and agreement.
"That suits me perfectly."
As he spoke, he raised his giant axe and stuck out his tongue, licking Beast Girl's blood off it.
His tongue was long and rough, like that of a true feline.
As for why he didn't lick the long blade?
Isn't that obvious?
He was a feline, not a canine.
That horizontal slash with the long blade had gone through the abdomen.
In case it punctured the bowels and got waste on it.
If he took another lick—
Wouldn't he become a dog?
"I like your attitude."
Holding his giant axe and long blade, Battle Beast walked toward Mark.
"You are more of a warrior than those Viltrums I've met before!"
Before he finished speaking—
He moved!
His speed was astonishing, like a bolt of white lightning, appearing before Mark in an instant!
The giant axe slashed down!
Mark's sixth sense flared!
He dodged the strike by sidestepping!
"Boom—!"
The giant axe slammed into the ground!
The asphalt road caved in instantly, the blade edge cutting through as smoothly as tofu, leaving a bottomless fissure directly in the ground!
Mark's eyes widened.
Wait?
Why are you using weapons?
When you fought the Grand Regent, that wasn't how you fought!
Chapter 121: I'm Using Cheats!
"You might think my fighting style is unfair."
The Battle Beast withdrew his giant axe and smiled as he looked at Mark's stunned face.
"But I can feel it too; you have some trump cards that I don't."
He pointed to his own nose.
"My sense of smell is ten thousand times more sensitive than you humans."
"Fighting bare-handed wouldn't be fair to me either, would it?"
You're not a damn feline, you're a canine, aren't you?!
Mark didn't know what exactly the Battle Beast had smelled on him.
He probably smelled the Heat Vision, Bio-field, and everything else.
Isn't this a damn cheat?
Oh, I'm using cheats too?
Then never mind.
"You're not very likable, you big white cat!"
Mark closed his eyes and opened them again.
His pupils had turned golden-red!
Heat Vision—
Blasted out!
Two golden-red beams of light shot from his eyes, carrying the terrifying high temperature of solar particles, aiming straight at the Battle Beast!
This was true Heat Vision!
solar particles surged within it!
If Nolan were facing this attack and couldn't dodge in time, he would have been burned through!
But at this moment, the Battle Beast—
Blocked with two special cosmic alloy weapons in front of him!
"Sizzle—!!!"
The Heat Vision hit the blade, erupting in a blinding light!
The blade was being heated to a glowing red, but there were no signs of melting!
"Interesting ability."
The Battle Beast looked at Mark through the gaps in the weapons.
"Terrifying heat. But my blades are specially made."
"Not only can they cut through the flesh of a Viltrum, but they are also extremely difficult to damage. Even high temperatures cannot melt them!"
He felt the blades in his hands getting hotter and hotter, and once the temperature reached the Mark—
He grinned.
"Also, one more thing."
He stepped aside to dodge the direct hit of the Heat Vision.
Mark's Heat Vision chased him, but the Battle Beast was like a gust of white wind, weaving through the gaps in the Heat Vision!
He was already in front of Mark!
He raised the axe and blade in his hands high!
The edges of the axe and blade were already glowing red from the heat!
Carrying extreme heat!
There were even solar particles rippling within them!
Anti-Viltrum special weapons!
"Fuck!"
Mark couldn't help but curse.
The difference between having a weapon and not having one was instantly demonstrated.
Facing such blades, he could only endure them with his bare hands.
There were no materials nearby that could withstand this cosmic-grade metal.
He gathered all his Bio-field into his arms!
He threw a punch!
"Clang—!"
The moment his fist hit the blade, Mark understood—
Although he was already immune to solar particles, this metal was so damn hard!
Even the bodily durability of a Viltrum couldn't withstand it at all!
A large chunk of flesh was sliced off his forearm!
The attack even carved a deep gash across Mark's chest!
Blood sprayed everywhere!
But in the split second while the Battle Beast was using his full power for that attack—
Mark's other free hand slammed a punch hard into his head!
"Bam!"
A fang flew into the air.
The Battle Beast was knocked back a few steps and spat blood onto the ground.
He touched the corner of his mouth.
A tooth had been broken off by Mark's punch.
"A very powerful punch."
The Battle Beast raised his weapons; the blood on them belonging to Mark had already been burned and evaporated.
Obviously, he couldn't taste its sweetness.
But fortunately, some blood had splattered onto his hand.
The Battle Beast raised his furry hand and began licking it.
"Scorching."
His eyes lit up.
"Truly scorching!"
"It feels as if the power of a star is flowing through your veins."
"More importantly—"
He looked at Mark with eyes full of admiration.
"After taking an attack like that from me, you seem to be mostly fine."
"What amazing vitality!"
Mark stood his ground, watching the injuries on his arm slowly recover.
Dammit.
He was currently specialized against Viltrums, but the Battle Beast was damn well specialized against him!
This thing was a pure all-rounder with no clear weaknesses!
Whether it was physical or mental, he was just as impeccable!
In that case—
He could only fight based on health bars!
Mark still had two chances to resurrect!
When it came to the thickness of a health bar, he was definitely number one in the Universe!
"It seems I have no way to defend against your attacks."
Mark took a deep breath.
His body vanished in an instant!
Golden-red light radiated from his entire body!
He was already in front of the Battle Beast!
He used Heat Vision directly point-blank!
"Offense is the best defense!"
Fists swung!
Blades flashed!
Both Mark and the Battle Beast let out the most instinctive, primal roars!
The two no longer cared about their injuries, simply focusing on dealing damage to each other!
"Ora ora ora ora!!!"
"Roar roar roar roar!!!"
Fists to flesh!
Blades to bone!
Blood splattered!
The Battle Beast's defense was quite good, but the impact of solar particles was no joke either.
It might not be as specialized against the Battle Beast, but the damage was still there!
With Mark's attacks, bloody gashes began to appear on the Battle Beast's body.
The fur on the Battle Beast's body was also charred in some places and bald in others.
As for Mark—
That terrifying axe and blade left deep, bone-exposing wounds on him over and over again!
His recovery speed could no longer keep up with the frequency of his injuries!
But neither of them retreated a single step!
The Battle Beast hacked a blade deep into Mark's side!
Ribs were snapped!
Flesh was sliced open!
It almost cut into Mark's heart!
And Mark also gathered strength to kick the Battle Beasthard in the abdomen, following up with a Heat Vision blast into the wound!
"Boom—!"
The Battle Beast was blasted flying, his wound charred and painful!
"Hahahahaha!"
Even with such heavy injuries, he was still laughing wildly!
"Fantastic! I have never experienced such a hearty battle in my life!"
He felt that near-death sensation!
This body, controlled by rage, had never been so exhilarated, yet so weak!
He could already see that path of glory!
On that path of glory, there was honor and eternal peace!
"For the sake of fairness, can't you share a weapon with me?"
Mark clutched the wound on his chest, in so much pain he could hardly breathe.
If the Battle Beast had just shared one weapon with him, he wouldn't be in such a pathetic state.
What happened to fairness?
What happened to honor?
You're fucking bullying a twenty-something-year-old kid!
"I can't do that."
The Battle Beast shook his head.
"If I gave you a weapon, I wouldn't be able to experience a battle between equals!"
He staggered to his feet, as if he would never tire.
"Hold on a little longer, my respectable opponent."
He looked at Mark, his eyes full of sincerity.
"From every condition, it's like this.
I can feel it; our strengths are currently equal!"
"I don't need you to tell me that!"
Mark roared.
You like fairness, right?
Then I'll just use cheats!
"Multiverse Travel System!"
He roared in a low voice.
"Consume one traversal point for me and restore my body!"
In the void, a mechanical voice responded:
"As you wish!"
Chapter 122: death of the Battle Beast
The system's recovery power is Law-grade!
Reconnecting severed limbs, regenerating flesh, restructuring bones, and regenerating internal organs—everything was completed in an instant!
The Battle Beast suddenly sniffed the air.
His nose twitched; it was the keenest sense of smell of a feline, capable of capturing any subtle change in the air.
Then—
A bead of cold sweat rolled down his temple.
What is the situation?
Why is it so scorching hot?
It's as if... as if a real sun had appeared!
That heat didn't come from the sky, but from the man before him who was on the verge of death just moments ago!
Mark's figure flew high into the air.
He hovered in mid-air, arms spread wide, his red cape snapping in the wind behind him.
Sunlight poured down through the gaps in the clouds, falling upon him, and he was already radiant!
"Do you feel the difference in my presence?"
His voice came from above, carrying a condescending majesty.
"This is also quite normal."
He clenched his fists, feeling the surging power within his body.
"Bones and muscles will be even tougher after reconnecting, and flesh will be lighter after regenerating!"
He tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.
In that breath, there was the joy of rebirth, the excitement of skyrocketing power, and an indescribable—wildness.
"I feel it!"
He opened his eyes, which were now burning with golden-red flames.
"This is the feeling of growing stronger with every near-death experience!"
He looked down at his hands.
Traces of the previous battle still remained on those hands, but they were now as good as new, even more powerful than before.
"It's the first time I've felt this."
He smiled.
That smile was as brilliant as the sun.
"It truly is wonderful~~"
He looked down again, gazing down at the Battle Beast.
The Battle Beast noticed—
Mark's body was a bit sturdier than before.
His muscles were more compact, his lines more defined, and his face had become calmer and more majestic.
Even the scent radiating from him, as scorching as the sun, had grown more intense!
"What was that just now?!"
The Battle Beast's eyes widened, his amber eyes filled with shock.
To recover from all injuries in an instant—such a method was simply godlike to the extreme!
He had lived for so long, conquered countless planets, and encountered countless powerful enemies, but he had never seen such an ability!
"I'm starting to like you, opponent."
The Battle Beast's shock gradually turned into excitement.
"I look forward to seeing you beat me into a state of heavy injury again!"
"Don't worry."
Mark slowly descended from above, standing before the Battle Beast.
"I won't be using Heat Vision from now on."
He took a fighting stance, the corner of his mouth curving upward.
"You'd better work hard!"
As soon as he finished speaking—
The air was torn apart!
Mark was already in front of the Battle Beast!
He bent his waist, his right fist gathering power, and threw a fierce punch!
The speed of that punch was extreme, so fast that the Battle Beast couldn't dodge in time!
"Crack—!!!"
The Battle Beast exerted all his strength to block with his blade in front of him!
The next moment—
Terrifying power transferred from the blade!
The Battle Beast took two steps back!
His feet plowed two deep furrows into the ground!
!!!
His strength has increased!
It's grown much stronger!
It's already almost the same as mine!
The Battle Beast looked at the high-spirited Mark before him, and a chill actually rose in his heart.
This guy—
Did he evolve during the course of the battle?
A path that takes biological beings hundreds of years to walk, did he complete it in less than ten seconds?!
"Hahaha..."
The Battle Beast let out a low laugh.
The laughter grew louder and more wild!
"Hahahaha!"
He spread his arms and laughed wildly at the sky!
"How blessed I am! To have such an opponent!"
The next moment—
He slashed his blade fiercely into Mark's shoulder!
"Puchi—!"
The blade cut into the flesh!
But it couldn't penetrate the collarbone!
If it can't penetrate the collarbone, then it's not a fatal wound!
For a Viltrum, this kind of wound is no different from a scratch!
"You certainly didn't disappoint me!"
Mark landed another punch on the Battle Beast's face!
"Bang!"
This time, the Battle Beast's nose bled profusely!
He had already used up a lot of his stamina.
While Mark's stamina had returned to its peak, and he was even stronger!
This was equivalent to making someone run a thousand meters and then having them engage in hand-to-hand combat with another version of themselves who had full stamina.
Even with a weapon.
But their arms couldn't be raised, and their reaction speed couldn't keep up.
But in the face of this situation, the Battle Beast didn't care!
He just roared once more and charged at Mark!
"Roar—!!!"
Mark also met him head-on!
Punch after punch rained down on the Battle Beast's body!
The situation had already reversed!
The Battle Beast's originally tough collarbone was broken!
Holes began to appear in his chest!
Even internal organs were starting to be exposed!
Mark also looked in a sorry state.
Places without bone protection would still be sliced open.
Although he had worked hard to protect himself, he was still bleeding profusely from the fierce slashes of the blade and axe.
But it was all worth it...
Another punch smashed into the Battle Beast's skull!
Then, with a violent swing of his hands, two Viltrumite Hand Chops broke both of the Battle Beast's forearms!
"Crack—!"
The weapons fell to the ground with a clang.
"Ha... ha... ha..."
Mark sat astride the Battle Beast, panting heavily.
And the Battle Beast was already in a state of more breath going out than coming in.
He didn't have recovery power like Mark's.
As early as a minute or two ago, his physical body had reached its limit.
It was the inextinguishable fire of rage in his chest that had supported him until now.
"Come."
The Battle Beast looked at Mark; in those amber eyes, there was no fear, no resentment, only a calm sense of relief.
"Grant me a glorious death."
Mark looked at him.
Looking at that blood-stained White Lion face, those calm eyes, and that body that was about to reach its end.
He grinned.
"My pleasure."
Viltrumite Pierce!
His hand chop suddenly plunged into the Battle Beast's chest!
That powerful heart was pierced through!
"Cough..."
The Battle Beast coughed up one last mouthful of blood.
His eyes slowly lost their luster.
But a satisfied smile hung on his face.
It was the smile of a warrior.
It was the smile of someone who had found their final resting place.
Mark sat where he was, gasping for air.
He had no strength left.
All over his body, there were wounds and bloodstains everywhere.
In some places, even white bones were exposed.
This battle was even more tragic than he had imagined.
Fortunately, there was still one chance for recovery.
Might as well use it here.
His physical body was once again on the verge of its limit.
After this recovery, his body would reach the true Late-stage Regent level!
Grand Regent Thragg, after a hand-to-hand fight with the Battle Beast, underwent an evolution.
Once Mark evolves again, he will also reach that level!
Chapter 123: Where the Hell Did This Take Me?
"Come on, System."
Mark spoke to the void.
"Use the last Travel Point."
From the void, the System's voice came.
But this time, the voice carried a hint of urgency.
"host, you cannot use this Travel Point yet."
Mark's brow furrowed.
"Huh? Why?"
"Since you have to listen to me, use it now!"
He pointed to the scars all over his body.
"Can't you see I'm already half-crippled?"
"As you wish."
The System's voice rang out.
The next second—
Mark's figure vanished from the spot!
Bang—!
Mark fell from the sky and slammed heavily onto the ground.
The ground was hard stone slab, making his bones creak from the impact.
"Holy shit!"
He cursed out loud.
"What's the situation? I told you to repair my body, not to travel! Are you an artificial idiot?!"
"Where the hell did this take me?"
"This is why I advised you not to use the Travel Point, dear host."
The System's voice rang in his mind, carrying a hint of grievance.
"Your current injuries are not severe enough; they are far from meeting the requirements for Resurrection."
"And Travel Points can only be used for Resurrection.
Since you didn't meet the requirements, I could only perform a travel for you."
Mark fell silent.
He took a deep breath, and another.
Then he said through gritted teeth:
"Next time there's something like this, just tell me directly, okay?"
He clutched his arm, grimacing in pain.
"I'm still carrying injuries!"
It hurts!
It really hurts like hell!
Those slashes from the Battle Beast were no joke!
He struggled to get up and began to survey his surroundings.
This was a gloomy Western European-style castle.
Ancient stone walls, a towering dome, and stained glass windows covered in dust.
Not a single spot in the entire castle could be reached by sunlight; it was gloomy to the extreme.
Decaying furniture was piled in the corners, and faded oil paintings hung on the walls, the eyes of the figures in the paintings seeming to stare at you in the darkness.
"Where is this?"
Mark frowned.
Which character's event, similar to his own character, was this?
"It's the world of jackie chan adventures, host."
"Huh?!"
Mark had a look of disbelief on his face.
If the System had a physical form, he would have grabbed its collar and roared—
What on earth does this place have to do with characters like Superman?!
Seeming to sense its host's doubt, the System answered somewhat bashfully:
"There's also Super Moose in jackie chan adventures~~"
Silence.
Silence is the Cambridge of tonight.
Mark was completely dumbfounded by those words.
So fucking Super Moose counts too?
Just how broad are the worlds you can travel to?
"Forget it, forget it."
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
"Although the power ceiling in jackie chan adventures is high, at least it's usually quite safe."
He let out a breath and looked around.
"So where am I now? I've never seen such a gloomy Western-style castle in jackie chan adventures!"
"host, please wait a moment, let this System check..."
Mark stood in place, just about to recover a bit.
But then he felt—
It was a bit cold behind him.
Cold?
What could possibly make a Viltrum feel cold?
It was a chill that went deep into his marrow, as if something was approaching his soul!
He whipped his head around!
A cold palm pressed onto his shoulder.
A withered face poked out from the side of Mark's face!
The face was as pale as paper, its skin withered like air-dried bacon, clinging tightly to the bones.
The dark eye sockets were deep-set, with no eyeballs inside, only two black holes staring fixedly at Mark, as if trying to pierce through him.
A withered, pale face and chapped lips.
At this moment, they curled upward, stretching all the way to the corners of the mouth in one breath.
"Li...fe..."
A panting sound, seemingly from a thousand years ago, was exhaled toward Mark.
The voice was hoarse and low, like a call from the depths of a grave.
Mark stared at the creature before him and almost instantly understood what it was!
His childhood nightmare!
The most terrifying plotline in jackie chan adventures, bar none!
Dammit!
Where did a vampire come from?!
At this moment, the vampire was quite excited.
He had been sealed in time for countless years, waiting for someone to push open the Stone Coffin and release him.
Then he would drain the Qi of everyone in this world!
But just now—
He couldn't endure it anymore!
So pure!
Qi so pure it was indescribable!
Even the Qi of a hundred thousand or a million people couldn't compare to that of this one person!
This descendant of the vampire understood almost instantly—
If he devoured this person's Qi, he would surpass the progenitor Cain in one fell swoop!
Becoming infinitely close to the world's Creator—
God!
So he broke through the Stone Coffin regardless of everything!
He wanted to drain this lifeform's Qi while it was weak!
Mark was surprised for a moment, then became quiet again.
He knew this plotline very well.
Facing this vampire, as long as you held your breath, it wouldn't be able to find you.
Even though he was severely injured now, holding his breath for a week or so would still be no problem.
But he had also heard a rumor.
It said that there are ghosts in the southwest that look like humans with red eyes and sharp teeth, and eating them can prolong one's life.
Although Mark was certain that this was definitely some bullshit spread by marketing accounts.
But then again—
You are what you eat!
He had lost too much blood now; taking a bite of a vampirewasn't too much to ask, right?
The vampire lunged toward Mark!
He couldn't wait any longer!
He grabbed Mark's shoulders, wanting to suck the Qi out of Mark's body!
The next second—
The vampire's body flew high into the air!
Bang!
He was casually tossed by Mark and slammed directly into the wall!
"Something that even a normal person could push away, and you thought you could capture me?"
Mark stood there with a look of disdain.
Amidst a wisp of ethereal mist, the vampire felt—
That lifeform's aura surging!
He stood up!
Approaching steadily!
What emanated from him was a greedy appetite!
!!!
At this moment, instinct took over the brain!
The legs replaced thinking!
Almost instantly, the vampire scrambled to fly outside!
He wanted to escape from here!
This guy in front of him actually wanted to eat him?!
It was raining outside.
The vampire flew blindly in the rain.
But that sound of breathing was getting closer and closer to him.
The majestic Yang energy was almost blowing onto his face!
"Your daddy once said—"
A voice rang out behind him.
"In the eyes of a Viltrum, you're nothing but a Loli."
A thick arm came down, pinning the vampire directly to the ground!
Bang!
The vampire was pinned firmly to the ground, unable to move!
"A pure wild vampire!"
Mark's eyes lit up.
"Thank you for nature's gift!"
He opened his mouth, about to take a bite.
Then he paused.
This thing—
How am I supposed to eat it?
This was a profound question.
Was he really supposed to gnaw on this old dried corpse?
Just thinking about it made him feel a bit nauseous.
Looking at the vampire wailing and squirming in his hand, trying to escape, Mark was momentarily undecided.
This thing is inedible.
He sighed.
He let out a sigh.
"It seems I am not destined to enjoy you."
He shook his head.
"Oh well, return to heaven and earth..."