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Chapter 513: Tornado of Terror: It's Your Turn!
Chapter 513: Tornado of Terror: It's Your Turn!
In cities B, C, and D, live broadcasts had commenced, projecting the scene from the plaza in City A onto massive screens erected in the streets. The hosts were in a state of heightened tension as they narrated the events: "Sweetheart Mask has been struck by the monster's flames... It's over. Is this the end for our beloved hero? This creature surpasses the disaster-level Demon; it's undoubtedly a Dragon-level threat!"
"It's all going to hell. Innocent civilians are in grave danger..."
"Oh my! Sweetheart Mask isn't dead! He's climbing out of the lava!"
As the screens displayed Sweetheart Mask emerging from the molten lava, the host's fearful tone transformed into one of elation. "As expected of our trusted hero, he will surely..."
The voice trailed off.
Everyone watching the screens froze.
They witnessed Sweetheart Mask undergo a horrifying transformation—his human form contorted and expanded, his body elongating into a grotesque, bloated monster.
A deafening silence enveloped the cities and the plaza where the incident was unfolding.
Amidst this eerie stillness, the Flame Monster, taken aback by Sweetheart Mask's metamorphosis, exclaimed, "What happened to your face? Is that your true, ugly self, or is it the effect of my flames? Regardless, you're finished!"
The Flame Monster let out a sinister laugh and spewed a mouthful of flames.
Unfazed by the transformation, Sweetheart Mask—now a monster himself—remained calm and expressionless. He didn't even flinch as he faced the flames, instead choosing to throw a punch directly into the fiery onslaught.
BOOM!!!
The white flames exploded, and the Flame Monster's head blew apart with it! The monster let out a piercing shriek as its neck writhed, attempting to grow a new head. But Sweetheart Mask, devoid of emotion, took a step forward and threw another punch.
BOOM!
His fist connected with the Flame Monster's body, causing it to contort grotesquely and then explode into pieces with a deafening blast.
Sweetheart Mask had effortlessly defeated the monster, but the plaza remained eerily silent. Not a single cheer or sound broke the tense atmosphere.
"..."
Sweetheart Mask slowly lowered his fist and glanced around the plaza.
He knew that from this day forward, he could no longer live as a human or continue being the hero who protected these people.
As this thought crossed his mind, a voice interrupted the silence, emanating from a figure not far away. It was Feng Ye, a slight smile playing on his lips as he looked at Sweetheart Mask and said, "I suppose this could be considered the act of a heroic monster? You're the first man to ever impress me."
Sweetheart Mask remained silent for a few seconds before walking towards Feng Ye.
"My disaster level has likely been defined as Dragon now," he said. "If you defeat me here, you'll gain all the popularity I once had, and you can rise even further in the Hero Association, becoming the hero of your dreams..."
"Take care of things from now on..."
As Sweetheart Mask approached, Feng Ye smiled gently and said, "Don't casually ask things of others, and don't entrust your life to people you barely know. We're not that close."
Sweetheart Mask's expression darkened, and he lunged at Feng Ye, his massive hand, accompanied by a whooshing sound, aiming to strike him. "Take a good look. This is the end for me. It's your turn to counter-attack and finish me off, or I swear I'll kill you!"
As the enormous hand bore down on him, Feng Ye tilted his head, about to brush it away with a wave of his hand. But he paused midway, his arm only half-raised, and looked up.
Sweetheart Mask, in the midst of his attack, also froze, his body beginning to shake violently.
HUM!!!
Not just Sweetheart Mask, but the very ground beneath them seemed to tremble.
Sweetheart Mask felt as if he were bearing the weight of a mountain, an overwhelming pressure that immobilized him. With great difficulty, he lifted his head to look upward.
Hovering in the air not far away was a petite figure bathed in a soft glow. She extended a small hand towards him, pressing down as if to hold him in place.
It was the S-Class Rank 2 hero—
The terrifying Tornado of Terror!
"I never expected Sweetheart Mask to turn into a monster. How did the Hero Association let a monster infiltrate their ranks? Those in charge of screening must all be incompetents."
But at that moment, Feng Ye acted.
He swept his outstretched hand upward, his face expressionless as he unleashed a force that scattered and shook Tornado of Terror's psychic power.
After dispelling her attack, Feng Ye glanced at Tornado of Terror and said, "Don't meddle in other people's business. Get lost."
A brief silence ensued.
Tornado of Terror stiffened in mid-air, her gaze shifting to Feng Ye.
Get lost...
Lost...
...
The words echoed in her mind.
She snapped out of her daze, gritting her teeth as she glared at Feng Ye. Balling her hands into fists, she stared at him angrily. "Hey! It's you who needs to get lost! I just stopped someone who wanted to kill you, and this is how you act? If you insist on getting in the way, I'll take care of you too!"
As she finished speaking, she waved her small hand forward, preparing to use her psychic power to fling Feng Ye away and then finish off Sweetheart Mask.
But.
In the face of the surging psychic power, Feng Ye merely raised his hand and opened it, as if an invisible barrier appeared, intercepting Tornado of Terror's attack several meters away, preventing it from getting any closer.
"You..."
Sweetheart Mask watched Feng Ye.
Feng Ye glanced at the sky, where Tornado of Terror was floating, then turned his attention back to Sweetheart Mask, smiling casually. "Looks like we have a troublesome guest. I guess I'll deal with her first before turning my attention back to you."
Clap! As Feng Ye finished speaking, he took a step forward, and a flash of lightning appeared on his palm as he pushed it against Sweetheart Mask's chest, faster than the latter could react.
Sweetheart Mask's body was instantly enveloped in lightning, and he disappeared from his original spot, turning into a streak of silver-white light that arced through the sky and vanished in the distance.
After tossing Sweetheart Mask out of the human survival zone, Feng Ye looked up at Tornado of Terror once more.
"..."
Tornado of Terror furrowed her brows as she stared at Feng Ye.
She had used seven or eight percent of her psychic power, yet she still couldn't break through Feng Ye's psychic barrier. This was the first time she had encountered someone with such a high level of psychic power. After seeing Feng Ye send Sweetheart Mask away, she took a breath and looked at Feng Ye with glittering eyes, her voice cold. "Your actions are completely incomprehensible... It seems that you, as a newly promoted S-class hero, need to be taught a lesson!"
He had stopped her, sent the monster away, and even told her to get lost.
Unforgivable!
Feng Ye looked up at Tornado of Terror and replied calmly, "I also think that you, as the second-ranked S-class hero, acted rashly without understanding the situation. Your recklessness warrants a lesson as well."
Tornado of Terror retracted her hand, placing her small hands together in front of her as she floated in the air, looking down at Feng Ye. She lifted her chin slightly and said, "Then go ahead and try..."
Buzz!!!
As her words trailed off, a surging wave of psychic power slammed into Feng Ye, intending to press him into the ground. This time, she was serious, and the psychic power she unleashed was far stronger than before!
But this terrifying psychic power failed to push Feng Ye into the ground. It only caused the ground beneath his feet to shatter and cave in, continuously collapsing.
The sinking ground didn't trap Feng Ye. He hovered in the air, looking up at Tornado of Terror.
Swoosh!
In the next moment, Feng Ye's figure flickered and disappeared from where he stood. Only faint traces of lightning remained in the air.
Behind Tornado of Terror, lightning crackled, and Feng Ye's figure appeared, reaching out and placing his hand on her back.
"Fighting here will cause too much damage to the city," Feng Ye said. "Let's take it outside."
Lightning arcs burst from Feng Ye's palm, and before Tornado of Terror could react, he grabbed her and disappeared into the horizon.
(End of Chapter)
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