The development of the battle confirmed Lin Mo's judgment.
During the fight, a little girl hiding behind the ruins cried out in fear, attracting Deep Sea King's attention.
He sneered, abandoned his struggle with Genos, and turned to attack the child.
"Never!"
Genos roared, instantly rushing in front of the girl, spreading his arms and using his body as a shield.
Seeing this, Deep Sea King's mouth suddenly opened, spewing out a highly corrosive acid.
"Sizzle—!"
The strong acid splashed on Genos's back and left arm, emitting a teeth-grinding corrosive sound.
The sturdy metal armor dissolved at a visible speed, revealing complex internal wiring, with electric sparks constantly flashing.
"Ugh ahhh!"
The intense pain made Genos grunt, but he still firmly blocked in front of the girl, not retreating a single step.
"Sacrificing yourself to protect an ant? What foolish justice."
Deep Sea King seized this opportunity, flashed behind Genos, grabbed his corroded and tattered left arm with both hands, and ripped it outwards!
"Rip!"
Accompanied by a harsh sound of metal breaking, Genos's entire left arm was brutally torn off! A large number of severed electrical cables were exposed to the air.
"Genos!" A cry of alarm rang out in the shelter.
Genos, having lost his balance and main weapon, had his combat power greatly reduced.
Deep Sea King, not letting up, rained down continuous heavy punches on his body.
Metal parts flew everywhere, Genos was completely defenseless, and was finally smashed into the ground by a heavy punch, the light of his power core rapidly dimmed, and he completely lost his ability to move.
On the screen, Deep Sea King stepped on Genos's broken body, letting out a victorious roar to the sky.
The rain washed away his insignificant wounds, making him look like an evil god descended from the abyss.
J-City's last line of defense was also breached.
Despair, like the continuous heavy rain, completely drowned the hearts of everyone in the shelter.
Even two Class-S Heroes had been defeated one after another, who else could come to save them?
Lin Mo quietly watched the arrogant figure on the screen; his Emperor Engine was roaring to its extreme.
But this time, there's no trace of fear in his eyes, only a cold calm.
He could feel the golden energy in his palm, powerful enough to destroy everything, stirring restlessly.
In the news footage, the desperate voice of a reporter came through:
"Deep Sea King has defeated all the heroes! He... he is moving towards the largest shelter in the city center! Oh my god! There are tens of thousands of evacuating citizens there!"
Inside the shelter, everyone heard these words, and panic instantly erupted.
Some clasped their hands together, beginning to pray for themselves and others; some broke down, cursing the injustice of heaven; even more, their psychological defenses completely collapsed, directly kneeling on the ground, covering their faces and weeping bitterly.
The scene of the apocalypse arriving felt so real at this moment.
Lin Mo took all of this in.
He saw the mother and daughter hugging tightly in the corner, saw the old people with vacant eyes who had given up thinking, and also saw the young people who clenched their fists but were powerless.
Then, he slowly rose from the crowd.
His movements were not fast, but against the backdrop of such chaos, they stood out remarkably.
A middle-aged man next to him noticed him and also heard his increasingly loud heartbeat, like war drums beating, and couldn't help but be stunned.
"This... this sound is..."
Lin Mo ignored the gazes cast his way.
He just raised his head, calmly looking at the thick metal gate of the shelter, his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate this obstruction, seeing the Deep Sea King raging in the heavy rain in the distance.
He clenched his fist, feeling the powerful strength, then opened his hand, gazing at his palm.
He recalled his past helplessness and fear, and also the power he now possessed.
"It seems..." he murmured softly, his voice very light, as if talking to himself.
"I can't just watch like before anymore."
The moment his words fell, his entire being sprang into action:
"Supersonic Speed."
In an instant, Lin Mo's figure vanished without a trace, as if evaporated from where he stood.
The middle-aged man next to him watched this scene dumbfounded, his mouth wide open, unable to recover for a long time.
A few seconds later, he seemed to remember something, and the shock on his face was instantly replaced by ecstasy; he suddenly jumped up and shouted with all his might:
"Mr. KING... It's Mr. KING!!!"
"Mr. KING has already rushed to the battlefield! Everyone in the shelter is saved!"
These words, like a stabilizing needle in the sea, instantly brought the chaotic crowd to a halt.
Crying, cursing, and praying all ceased.
Everyone suddenly looked up, their gazes fixed on the live broadcast screen, the flame of "hope" rekindled in their eyes, anticipating that legendary man, who would, as always, create a "miracle."
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On the other side, just as Deep Sea King was about to reach the last street before the shelter, an unexpected figure stood in his way.
On the live broadcast screen, the camera gave a close-up.
In the picture, a man in a green uniform, wearing a cheap helmet and goggles, riding his ordinary bicycle, "Justice," resolutely blocked the monster's path in the storm.
Behind him was the shelter, the hope of survival for tens of thousands of people.
"It's... the Class-C Rank 1, Mumen Rider!" Someone in the shelter immediately recognized him.
A commotion followed.
"Run! Are you crazy!" A young man shouted anxiously.
"Even Lord Genos, a Class-S, couldn't... what are you, a Class-C Hero, going up there for! How is this any different from suicide!"
"Don't go! Please, run!"
The public exclaimed, unable to comprehend such suicidal behavior.
On the screen, Mumen Rider threw down his bicycle; he was drenched, his body appearing incredibly thin and even trembling slightly in comparison to Deep Sea King's massive physique.
But he still spread his arms, and with all his strength, let out a cry that embodied his justice:
"Of course I know I can't beat you! Class-S or Class-C! I don't care about such things at all!"
His voice, carried by the wind and rain through the on site reporter's microphone, spread throughout the city and echoed clearly in every corner of the shelter.
"This isn't about whether I can win or not! It's about me having to stand here! And be your enemy!"