**Chapter 11: Beating**
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
The crowd was in complete disarray, the entire underground parking lot a chaotic mess. Fear was a deadly virus, constantly spreading. People bumped into each other, yelling in panic to bolster their courage, desperate to find somewhere to hide quickly.
Except for a few, no one else dared to stop him. The scenes they had just witnessed became their eternal nightmare. If the opponent's strength had been formidable, that would have been acceptable; it would simply be a one-sided slaughter. But this Mutant's abilities were strange, eerie, and unheard of, no different from a devil. The power of Creation was something they had only ever heard of in stories and legends.
That was the Authority of a Deity.
The roar of the engine faded into the distance. It was clear the motorcycle this Mutant rode was of excellent quality.
Slim, who had miraculously survived, struggled a few times and barely got to his feet. He gazed at the receding figure, his mind unsettled. He had almost died.
Suddenly, inspiration struck him again. He jumped up, raising his weapon above his head, startling everyone.
"Is that another fool trying to chase him?" people wondered.
Slim looked serious, took a deep breath, and roared up at the sky, "I succeeded! I chased the enemy away! He ran away in a panic after I beat him up! We won!"
A Sacred Light rose from Slim.
For some reason, a few people, seemingly enveloped by the Sacred Light, stepped forward excitedly, yelling along, as if they had won a grueling, epic battle, covered in glory, their names etched in history.
Everyone was speechless. It was utterly shameless. How could Slim utter such brazen words so confidently?
"I just wasn't serious earlier," Slim said. "Level Four or Level Three enemy? Please! In three moves at most, I could easily take him down! It's just that he ran too fast, I couldn't catch him."
Some people in the crowd, who still had a sense of shame, couldn't hold back anymore. They jumped out and kicked Slim down. It was too embarrassing; who knew how many bigshots were watching this? Why did their team have such an oddball?
Slim still wanted to yell provocatively, displaying his bravery, until he saw the Small Transformer silently appear before him, at which point he decisively shut up.
No one else spoke either, trembling with fear, walking on thin ice. The entire parking lot seemed to have hit a pause button, a deadly silence falling over it.
How come this Monster hasn't left yet? Its master has already fled far away! That's right, the Mutant probably did it on purpose, to watch them!
What a cunning fellow!
Slim was indignant, staring intently at the Small Transformer. Then... he forced out a fawning, obsequious expression, his gaze and demeanor so incredibly vivid that anyone who saw them would think he was being sincere.
Many bigshots and hackers watching through cameras almost fainted, completely speechless. "Where did this oddball come from?" they wondered. They started asking each other who had brought this person; it was truly too much.
With a series of clanging and banging sounds, Slim was beaten black and blue. He sat on the ground, having absolutely no temper left as the Small Transformer jumped up and down, hitting him.
Tony was also a bit speechless. Sensing the increasing distance and the Allspark Energy consumption gradually increasing, he then controlled the Small Transformer to quickly follow.
The objective had been achieved: using the Small Transformer to deter them, delay the main force's advance, and buy him time.
Some bigshots couldn't sit still. They called their subordinates at the scene, raining down a torrent of abuse. So many people were deterred and unable to move by a toy-like Mini-bot; it was simply a disgrace!
"Idiots! Morons! What are you doing? You're scared by just one toy?" someone cursed loudly.
"We generally understand his abilities," another bigshot added. "The database on this Mutant is already largely complete! We must kill him this time; he's not as strong as you think!"
A bigshot told his subordinates that the motorcycle and such were not as strong as they imagined; as long as they surrounded it from all sides and fired indiscriminately with guns and cannons, they would definitely be able to destroy it.
This Mutant's Creation ability seemed to have a strong relationship with the material. The better the material, the stronger the Mechanical Creation! As for the upper limit, it still required extensive testing and analysis.
The bigshots continued to urge their subordinates to attack, because if they couldn't take him down this time, the chances would be slim. Even without considering the Mutant mastering self-growth frequencies and rapidly becoming stronger, some major powers would no longer allow them to act so recklessly!
This one opportunity was both a blessing and a deliberate push by the major powers to make them the Touchstone for this new Mutant. If Tony died, it would certainly be a pity, but it would also prove that he was nothing more than that, not very valuable. Major powers wouldn't go to great lengths for such a dead person.
Of course, there were exceptions. For instance, Magneto and his ilk would surely be sharpening their blades, ready for bloody retaliation against the perpetrator's forces.
It was rare enough to have a Mutant with Level Four potential emerge. Although he was a bit unruly or arrogant, unwilling to contact the Brotherhood of Mutants, he was still a rare hero. To push them out as a Touchstone, only for them to be killed by the Touchstone instead... given Old Man Magneto's fiery temper, it would be a ghost if he didn't retaliate.
Even if they really wanted to kill him, this Quasi-Level Four Mutant could only be killed by him. Anyone else who killed him would die!
So, theoretically, it would be better to recruit him. If Tony was killed, that force would then have to keep a low profile, first ensuring that they weren't eliminated by the enraged Magneto before they could research the secret of Level Four Mutants.
The bigshots urged their subordinates to continue the pursuit, but not to act recklessly. Firing indiscriminately in a bustling city center was a declaration of war against the federal government.
All the armed personnel gritted their teeth, barely regrouped, and prepared to give chase.
Slim was at the forefront, wiping the blood from his face. He quickly said, "That was just an accident earlier. If I had made my move, he would have died in an instant."
Some bigshots immediately turned off their displays, refusing to watch anymore. They suddenly felt pessimistic about this operation; even with other contingency plans, with this kind of person around, could such a team truly succeed?
(end of chapter)