Rumble!
The ground shook violently!
The blast of air from the clash was so strong it made nearby spectators stagger, dust billowing into the air.
Metal Bat gripped his alloy bat, panting heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead. That level of continuous assault had drained a lot of his stamina, but at least he thought he'd taken care of that annoying pretty boy.
"…?!"
A faint breeze brushed past Metal Bat. His pupils shrank sharply.
There stood Sweet Mask, still with one hand in his pocket. His suit was scratched up, but not a single injury could be seen on him.
He stopped suddenly, a mocking smile curling at his lips, and raised his right leg back.
"So weak. Trash will always be trash."
With a sneer, the air cracked apart as a lightning-fast whip kick came down.
"You're dead!"
Metal Bat wasn't one to back down. With a roar, he swung his bat straight at his opponent.
His bat could smash through concrete walls and even shatter steel.
CLANG!
The deafening crash rang like a massive gong, forcing many in the crowd to cover their ears in pain.
At the instant bat met leg, Metal Bat's expression changed drastically—shock flooding his features.
This…!
It felt like being hit head-on by a speeding train. Who would have thought that this soft-looking pretty boy's body hid such terrifying power?
Boom!
The overwhelming force drove Metal Bat back, smashing through two rows of seats and into the wall, leaving a deep dent. His alloy bat spun away, twisted from the impact.
Crack!
Without hesitation, Sweet Mask followed up, stomping hard onto Metal Bat's chest. Blood sprayed from his mouth as he let out a beast-like growl, trying to get up—only to find it impossible.
"You lose, trash."
Sweet Mask smiled and kicked him out of the ring. Half of Metal Bat's points instantly transferred to his name.
"He… even beat Metal Bat?"
"That's terrifying power. In pure strength alone, he could be in the top ten!"
"Other than Tatsumaki and Fubuki, the rest of us would have a hard time against him!"
The other professional heroes looked at Sweet Mask with newfound seriousness.
Meanwhile, as the fight between Sweet Mask and Metal Bat ended, Genos's upgrade package arrived via drone.
"I wonder what kind of gear the Doctor made from the vibranium Teacher gave me."
The suitcase-like container landed in Genos's hands. After a quick iris scan, it clicked open, releasing a faint mist of cold air.
Inside was a smooth, pure-white panel, like polished jade.
"This is…?!"
Genos touched the vibranium panel with his fingertips. A faint electric current surged into him, and his golden eyes lit up with surprise.
Tink-tink-tink—
Like nails falling onto a hard floor, the pristine white surface suddenly seemed to come alive, breaking apart into countless fingernail-sized, diamond-shaped fragments. Drawn as if by magnetism, they floated in the air, responding to Genos's control.
Super Armament "Wing"!
That was the name in the equipment's database. The Doctor had used cutting-edge mechanical technology to craft this weapon specifically for him.
The small white fragments quickly attached themselves to Genos's right arm, transforming it completely. On his shoulder, a faint red character for "Wing" appeared.
And the arm weapon was only part of its function—each fragment could be controlled individually. With nearly ten thousand pieces in total, even Genos's processor would struggle to fully utilize them.
"Oh? Looks like what you were waiting for just arrived, cyborg. I wonder… do you have even a shred of human rage left? Genos, how about a fight?"
Finishing off Metal Bat, Sweet Mask's challenge drew gasps from both the professional heroes and the media.
It seemed Sweet Mask's strength truly matched his arrogance.
He had crushed Puri-Puri Prisoner and Metal Bat in sheer power, outsped them with ease, and hadn't even shown a proper technique yet.
"Cyborg," Sweet Mask said with a sneer.
That word lit a rare spark of anger in Genos's heart. He hadn't felt this way in a long time—it was a past he hated to recall.
If not for the Doctor's modifications, he would be dead.
If Sweet Mask wasn't stopped today, he might just keep fighting until he broke into the top ranks.
"A fight? Gladly."
With his right arm fully equipped with Super Armament "Wing," Genos smiled slightly and leapt into the ring.
(End of Chapter)
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