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"The meteorite will fall in twenty-eight minutes; we must act immediately!"
As he spoke, he looked at Han Sen, who was coming from next door, and respectfully asked, "Mr. Han Sen, would you like to come with me to the Hero Association branch?"
Han Sen rubbed his lower back and waved his hand, "I won't go for now, you can go with your teacher."
He paused, then added calmly, "I'll be there when you really need help."
"Yes!" Genos replied without asking any further questions.
He knew that Han Sen's strength was unfathomable and that he acted with a clear plan.
With his promise, Genos felt a little more confident.
He nodded emphatically, then turned and urged Saitama, "Teacher! We should get going!! Eh..."
The only thing left on the seat was a game controller lying on the tatami mat, while Saitama had changed clothes in a second, putting on his signature yellow battle suit and red cape.
"I know, I know……"
Saitama clenched his fist, grinning from his bald, muscular face: "What are we waiting for? Let's go!"
The next second, the two transformed into streaks of light, leaping off the apartment balcony and disappearing into the end of the deserted area in the blink of an eye.
Chapter 252 Chaos
On the streets of Z city.
"A dragon...a dragon-level disaster?!"
"A meteorite? Falling from the sky? What kind of movie plot is this!"
"Run! It's the end of the world!"
"Mommy! Mommy, where are you! Waaaaah..."
"Stop pushing! My leg... my leg is trapped! Help! Help me!"
When the Hero Association's cold and merciless alarm broadcast resounded through the sky, the entire Z-City seemed to have been put on the play button for an apocalyptic movie.
After just one second of deathly silence, the city was instantly engulfed in hysterical panic and chaos.
The rush hour traffic froze instantly, the steel torrent transformed into a chaotic jumble of iron coffins.
Countless drivers honked their horns frantically, creating a sea of shrill, ear-piercing noise.
Some people tried to force their way around, while others rushed onto the crowded sidewalks without regard for the consequences.
The sounds of vehicles colliding, glass shattering, and metal groaning under immense force were deafening, while black smoke billowed from the wrecked hoods.
On the street, the once hurried crowds had completely turned into headless flies.
People screamed and shoved each other, running aimlessly like an ant colony whose nest had been disturbed.
A young office worker tripped and fell. He reached out in panic, but before he could call for help, he was instantly swallowed up by the panicked crowd behind him.
Only a short, piercing scream remained, which was quickly swallowed up by the cacophony of noise.
Not far away, the supporting pillar of a pedestrian overpass collapsed under the impact of a tanker truck in a chain-reaction collision, and the entire bridge collapsed with tremendous force toward the congested road and fleeing crowd below!
Under the shadows, countless people looked up, their faces filled with the blankness and despair of impending death.
Just at this critical moment, a golden streak of light tore through the chaotic air and arrived in an instant!
"Teacher, it's too late to avoid it; the crowd density is too high! Activate Plan Three!"
Genos's extremely calm voice rang out as he opened his arms, the incinerator in his palms already glowing with a blinding light.
"Burn!"
Two thick, orange-red beams of thermal energy shot into the sky and struck the middle section of the collapsing overpass with pinpoint accuracy.
Under the instantaneous action of extremely high heat energy, thousands of tons of reinforced concrete were directly melted and vaporized. The broken bridge wreckage grazed the edge of the crowd and crashed heavily onto the open ground, raising clouds of dust.
"saved……"
"What...what was that just now?"
The survivors, still in shock, stared blankly at the handsome cyborg hovering in mid-air, his arms radiating intense heat.
"Ah, that was close! I almost missed it."
A lazy voice sounded behind them. When everyone turned around, they saw a bald man wearing a tan bodysuit easily righting a car that had been hit and overturned and was about to crush a crowd with one hand.
"Genos, let's go. Didn't you say you received the assembly information? Hurry up, maybe we can still catch the supermarket sale in S City." Saitama patted the dust off his hands and urged.
"Yes, teacher!" Genos landed from the air, his electronic eyes quickly scanning the surroundings and planning the next optimal route. "There's a massive traffic jam ahead; we'll detour via the street on the left!"
"Why not just jump over from the roof..."
"I see, I understand now, teacher!!"
"No, what have you figured out now...?"
The two figures transformed into two afterimages, one yellow and one gold, disappearing at the end of the street, leaving behind only a group of survivors looking at each other in disbelief.
The chaos continues to spread.
The glass doors of the shops were smashed by desperate people who smashed fire hydrants as they tried to take refuge in any building that looked sturdy, even if only for a little psychological comfort.
The cries of children, the screams of women, the roars of men, the piercing alarms, and the continuous sounds of collisions... all combined to form a symphony called Doomsday.
The situation is even worse in the downtown business district of Z.
A bus driver, who was carrying a full load of passengers, suffered a sudden heart attack and, in a panic, slammed on the accelerator.
The out-of-control bus, like a raging steel behemoth, crashed through the central guardrail and overturned at nearly 100 miles per hour, heading straight for a cozy-looking maternity and baby store on the side of the road.
The young mothers and sales clerks inside the store screamed in utter terror. They instinctively held their children tightly in their arms, watching helplessly as the ever-growing bus crashed through the shop window and headed straight for them!
The shadow of death is close at hand!
In that moment of despair, an old yet incredibly agile figure appeared like a ghost in front of the bus in a flash.
It was an elderly man dressed in a black, tight-fitting training suit, his white hair and beard flying wildly in the chaotic airflow.
Facing the roaring steel behemoth, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and his wrinkled, aged face revealed an aura of martial arts master that was impossible to look directly at!
Instead of retreating, the old man advanced, firmly planting his feet in a horse stance, and drawing a perfect Tai Chi arc in front of him with his hands.
"Water Flow Rock Smashing Fist!"
With a deep shout, the old man's seemingly withered hands lightly touched the massive front of the bus.
There was no earth-shattering explosion as expected, nor any horrific carnage.
In an instant, a gentle yet powerful light blue energy rippled from his palm and spread along the car body.
The bus, weighing over ten tons, seemed to have crashed into an invisible yet resilient ball of cotton. The terrifying kinetic energy, capable of destroying everything, was guided and dissipated by an inexplicable and skillful force, easily neutralized!
Finally, after emitting a sickening metallic creak, the steel behemoth came to a shaky stop in front of the broken window of the baby store, its front end just a meter away from the nearest mother.
The passengers on the bus and the people in the store were all stunned. They stared blankly at the old man who had so effortlessly saved a tragedy, their minds completely blank.
The third-ranked S-class hero is "Silver Fang" Bang.
He slowly withdrew his hands, ignoring the shocked and grateful shouts behind him, and simply raised his head with a furrowed brow, looking at the sky that was gradually being shrouded in shadow.
The overwhelming sense of oppression emanating from the depths of the universe, seemingly capable of destroying the world, caused even this grandmaster, who stood at the pinnacle of martial arts, to feel a tremor and palpitation originating from his very soul.
"Has the association completely abandoned this place...?"
Bangu muttered to himself, a hint of undisguised sorrow flashing in his cloudy old eyes.
He had just come out of the Z City Hero Association branch, which was already deserted, with only cold machines dutifully playing evacuation alarms.
While it was strategically appropriate to concentrate all branch personnel to deal with such an apocalyptic disaster, the decision to abandon millions of citizens still chilled the heart of this old-school hero.
Just then, two afterimages flashed past him, accompanied by a gust of wind that tore through the air, and ran straight toward the already deserted Hero Association branch.
Chapter 253 Just have the skills
A sudden glint of light flashed in Bangu's seemingly cloudy old eyes.
With his sharp eyesight, he could see it clearly.
As the cyborg youth passed by a dilapidated billboard, he even had the energy to raise his hand and launch a precise fire energy cannon, detonating it in mid-air and preventing secondary damage.
The bald young man didn't even look at it; he simply waved his hand, and an invisible gust of wind swatted away a huge piece of wall that had fallen from the high-rise building like a fly.
The movements were fluid and effortless, as if it were just a trivial matter.
"At a time like this, there are still heroes who disregard the danger and rush to the most dangerous places..."
As Banggu watched the two figures moving against the tide of refugees, the sorrow on his face slowly faded, replaced by a heartfelt sense of relief and approval.
"There aren't many responsible young people left..."
He nodded, then suddenly exerted force with his feet, and his entire figure instantly became blurred.
In a few flashes, they disappeared into the chaotic end of the street, and I quietly followed them.
The once bustling Z-City branch of the Hero Association is now deserted and eerily silent.
Only the cold, impersonal broadcasting system dutifully repeats the apocalyptic sirens.
With two whooshing sounds, Saitama and Genos landed steadily on the rooftop.
Almost at the same moment they landed, an old yet exceptionally agile figure followed closely behind like a ghost, silently appearing at the edge of the rooftop.
The newcomer was none other than Bang, the third-ranked S-class hero, "Silver Fang".
He stood with his hands behind his back in the raging wind, letting the fierce air currents blow against his gray hair and beard. His figure was as straight as a pine tree, like a sculpture that had weathered many storms.
His sharp, piercing eyes were fixed on the enormous fireball in the sky, burning like the sun as it drew ever closer. He exuded a tragic and heroic aura, as if defying all odds.
Saitama and Genos, witnessing this scene: ? ? ? ×2
After striking a pose for a while, Bang slowly turned around. His weathered face first showed a hint of approval for his junior's courageous journey, but then became extremely solemn.
He spoke in a deep voice, "The newly promoted S-class heroes, 'Bald Cape Man' and 'Cyborg,' you've arrived."
"There's no one here anymore; everyone from the branch office has moved to headquarters."
Bang's tone was calm and composed, conveying a sense of wisdom and clarity born from experience.
"You should leave quickly too. From my observation, the energy and mass contained in this meteorite have far exceeded the scope that human beings can resist."
"I'm not leaving. After all, the temple is in the nearby mountains, and there's nowhere else to go."
However, Saitama only grasped one key word from Bang's heroic and solemn speech.
The veins on his forehead bulged, and he bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He clenched his fists and roared, "Hey, who are you, you old geezer?!"
"Don't say that weird hero name, you bastard! 'Bald Cape Man' sounds so weak, it's obviously not suitable for me!!"
"That's it!"
Genos nodded solemnly in agreement, his electronic eyes flashing dangerously as he cast an unfriendly glance at Bang: "You'd better apologize to your teacher right now, you old geezer! Your teacher's heroic name should be even more prestigious!"
Banggu:? ? ?
—It's not like I decided the hero's name. Besides, now that the name has been chosen, can't it be called that?
His prepared enthusiasm was instantly swallowed back, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
This seems quite different from the imagined scenario where two young people are impressed by his heroic spirit, and he then imparts some life lessons to them.
However, a master is a master after all, and Bang quickly adjusted his mindset, not paying attention to these details.
He simply turned around slowly, facing once again the meteorite that had already occupied half the sky and cast a huge shadow.
He planted his feet firmly in a horse stance, and drew a perfect arc with his hands in front of him, assuming the starting posture of the Flowing Water Rock Shattering Fist.
In an instant, a majestic aura, as solid as a mountain and as flowing as water, arose spontaneously from his seemingly thin but actually strong body with eight-pack abs.
He was prepared to demonstrate to these two courageous juniors the culmination of his life's work in martial arts.
“Young people, you may not know me, but I am also an S-class hero, ‘Silver Fang,’ or you can call me Bang.”
Without turning his head, he spoke in a deep voice, loud and magnetic, as if it could pierce through the howling wind.
Do you know about the "Water Flow Rock Smashing Fist"?
"This is the profound martial arts principle that I have comprehended throughout my life. It allows me to see through the flow of power in all things and guide any incoming attack like flowing water, deflecting or even shattering it!"