"Buzz—!"
A piercing alarm cut through the silent night, echoing over the Hero Association Headquarters.
"Emergency! Tanktop Master is under attack!" The operator frantically pulled up the coordinates sent by Tank-top Doctor.
Okamoto was sweating profusely but maintained his composure: "Immediately notify the S-Class Heroes near Z-City!"
"Prioritize contacting Mr. Allen!" He immediately assigned the task.
Then Okamoto picked up his phone and dialed Tatsumaki's number.
On the other side, Tatsumaki was floating above Z-City's No Mans Land, searching for the mysterious Monster. She was determined to make that Rookie understand the gap between him and her!
"Quack quack quack! Quack quack quack!"
Just then, Tatsumaki's phone rang. She impatiently pressed the answer button: "What is it now?"
"Miss Tatsumaki, Tanktop Master was attacked by an unknown Monster at the gym! Mr. Allen's prediction might be correct!" Okamoto's urgent voice came from the other end of the line.
"Hmph, that Rookie just got lucky and guessed right." Tatsumaki pouted, a little unconvinced, but her eyes had already sharpened. How dare a mere Monster be so arrogant.
"Send me the location, I'll handle it myself." Tatsumaki's green curly hair floated slightly. What if that Rookie guessed right? She would definitely be the one to catch the Monster in the end!
At the same time, the Hero Association's control room was a chaotic mess.
"Mr. Allen's communicator is not answering!" An operator reported anxiously.
"Keep trying to contact him, and also notify nearby A-Class Hero to go for support!" Okamoto wiped the sweat from his forehead, but a different suspicion vaguely formed in his mind.
Allen might have already been attacked by the mysterious Monster… Inside the gym, Tanktop Master was panting heavily, sweat continuously dripping down his muscular physique. He stared intently at the Armored Monster in front of him, filled with shock.
"Big brother… This guy is too strong." Tank-top Tiger said with a trembling voice.
Tank-top Blackhole had quietly retreated to the door: "Boss, how about… we make a strategic retreat first?"
"Shut up!" Tanktop Master roared.
"As a Hero, how can you flee from battle! If the Heroes run away, what will the citizens do! Who else can they rely on!"
He gripped the hem of his tank top with both hands. Although he was a bit reluctant, now… it was time to use it!
"Bang!"
Allen raised his right arm and threw a straight punch, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.
Tanktop Master could only abandon tearing his tank top and instead crossed his arms to block. His pupils suddenly constricted as the straight punch, accompanied by a sharp sonic boom, rapidly enlarged in his vision.
But the sheer violent air pressure from the punch alone had already shattered the wall behind him.
"Boom—!!!"
Amidst a deafening explosion, Tanktop Master was sent flying backward like a cannonball, crashing through three walls consecutively before landing on the concrete ground outside the gym.
"Boss!" The members of the Tank-top Gang ignored Allen standing in front of them, rushed out of the gym, and helped Tanktop Master up.
Allen slowly walked over: "Do you want to continue?"
Tanktop Master gritted his teeth and stood up straight: "As long as I have a breath left, I will never let you harm my brothers!"
"A good resolve." Allen nodded, not stinting on his praise for Tanktop Master.
"However, I only came today for a spar, not to kill."
This sentence stunned everyone. They looked incredulously at this mysterious Monster who had appeared out of nowhere.
"What did you say?" Tanktop Master asked in disbelief, even thinking he had been hallucinating from Allen's blows.
"I said, I just came to see how strong you so-called S-Class Heroes are." Allen repeated.
"Now it seems, nothing special." He turned to leave but suddenly stopped.
"Oh, right, tell the other S-Class Heroes, I will visit them one by one."
Tanktop Master clutched his faintly aching chest, watching the black and red Armored Monster disappear into the night. For this battle-loving Monster, a vague idea of wanting to get to know him actually formed in his heart.
If only… he wasn't a Monster, how good that would be. He would definitely invite him to join his Tank-top Gang.
"Master! Are you alright?" Tank-top Doctor rushed forward to help him.
"I'm fine." Tanktop Master shook his head, his brows tightly furrowed.
"Doctor, immediately contact the Association and warn the other S-Class Heroes." He said in a deep voice to the muscular old man helping him up.
"Master, don't worry, I've already contacted them." Tank-top Doctor gave Tanktop Master an OK gesture.
The Tank-top Blackhole and Tank-top Tiger brothers quietly poked their heads out from the crowd: "He really just left like that?"
After Tanktop Master repeatedly assured the Tank-top Gang members that he was truly fine, everyone returned to the gym, ready to clean up the mess.
Just as everyone was scrambling to clean up the equipment, the gym's ceiling was suddenly torn open, and a green-haired girl floated in mid-air.
"Hey! Where's that Monster?" Tatsumaki impatiently looked around.
"He's already left, Miss Tatsumaki." Tanktop Master stepped forward to explain.
"He seems to be specifically challenging S-Class Heroes."
Tatsumaki snorted: "A mere Monster, worthy of challenging Heroes?"
She suddenly noticed the large hole in the gym wall, her eyebrows slightly raised: "Was this caused by that Monster?"
Tanktop Master nodded heavily: "It was just the aftershock of one punch."
Tatsumaki pouted: "Hmph! Monster are just Monster, with only destruction in their minds."
Tanktop Master looked at the completely torn-off ceiling of his gym, wanting to speak but hesitating. The damage caused by the mysterious Monster in a few minutes was even less than the damage Tatsumaki had caused just by arriving.
The members of the Tank-top Gang also exchanged glances. Tank-top Tiger quietly leaned into Tank-top Blackhole's ear: "Big brother, this…"
"Shh!" Tank-top Blackhole quickly covered his brother's mouth, cold sweat beading on his forehead. If Tatsumaki heard that, they would be in for it.
At the same time, the Hero Association's main control room was in chaos.
"Still can't reach Mr. Allen!" The operator was sweating anxiously.
"You keep trying to contact him. I'm going to relay this message to Tatsumaki and Tanktop Master now." Okamoto's expression was grim. It seemed highly likely that Allen had been attacked by the mysterious Monster, and possibly severely injured.
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