Great, we're doomed now!

Wait a minute, how am I supposed to teach you? I just said I have some experience with hand gestures... Hey, let me explain~

"No matter what, you should get up first." KING took half a step forward and reached out to help him.

Unaware of what was happening, the hungry wolf looked up abruptly and saw King reaching out his hand to him. His muscles tensed instantly, like a mouse cornered by a cat, a glint of madness and despair flashing in his eyes—

But just as he was about to make his move, at this critical moment, a sudden roar of an engine burst into the arena!

Stop!

An unlicensed motorcyclist emerged from around the corner, his brow beaded with sweat as if he had rushed there in a hurry.

The tires left bluish-black skid marks on the asphalt road. The unlicensed rider slammed his motorcycle to the side, pointed at Garou, and panted as he shouted to KING, "Mr. KING, don't be fooled by him. This guy isn't an ordinary citizen. He just attacked the Fubuki Group's stronghold and injured several people. He's definitely not here with good intentions!"

"Ok?"

The three people in the room looked at each other, their thoughts swirling, and none of them dared to break the deadlock.

...KING was stunned. Unlike the two, Hungry Wolf and Mumen, who were wary of each other, he was genuinely confused.

He turned to look at the two of them, and the expression on his face gradually changed from confusion to something else.

This is completely baffling!

Realizing he had just been talking to criminals, beads of cold sweat trickled down his forehead and down his temples, soaking the shirt against his back. His legs felt as heavy as lead.

However, in the eyes of the other two, KING had a black line on his face and stood as still as a mountain. The heavy sense of oppression made even the unlicensed ally feel a little scared.

'I...I...that was close!'

Just now, he was facing a thug who attacked the heroes' stronghold and injured several heroes!

And he actually took half a step forward and reached out to touch the other person... Wasn't that just brushing past death?

If Garou had made his move then...

KING dared not think further, feeling a constant sense of lingering fear.

And so, quite naturally, his exceptionally strong heart began to pound wildly in his chest:

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!

It was moving as fast as a train; he could even hear the sound of blood spurting against his eardrums, like someone was beating a drum next to his ear.

The next second, a thunderous explosion rang out in the street!

The heartbeat was so intense that the air itself seemed to vibrate, the windows on the roadside hummed, and the ground seemed to tremble slightly.

"Could this be it?!"

The unlicensed rider's eyes widened. He had heard of the "Emperor Engine," although King himself always said that he was just an ordinary person with good luck and that he didn't actually have any special moves.

But both Genos and Mujin believe that this statement is just King being modest... Nobody would believe that!

Ye Shou even said he's only slightly stronger than the average person! Saitama even said he's just a hero for fun!

Do you number-obsessed people think you're so cool for pretending to be weak while actually being strong?

I had read related reports before, but this was the first time I had seen and heard it with my own eyes and ears.

This level of oppression is so intense that just the sound of your heart pounding can send shivers down your spine.

KING truly deserves to be called the strongest man on earth!

He instinctively took a step back; even his companion couldn't control his actions, not out of fear, but out of an instinctive sense of awe.

The hungry wolf naturally heard it too, but his thoughts were more complicated:

The legendary "Emperor's Engine" was roaring right in front of him. It might be his death knell... but at the same time, wasn't it a horn for the warrior?

A slow smile crept onto his lips: fear?

Yes, he was afraid.

But amidst this fear, something indescribable was burning within it—excitement, exhilaration!

It is the heartfelt tremor and longing of a martial artist when facing a truly strong opponent!

"Mr. KING," Garou stood up shakily, speaking in a low voice as if trying to suppress something, "Are you angry because you heard about the Fubuki Group? As expected, a true hero can't stand the bullying of the weak."

KING didn't say anything; he was essentially out of commission...

But to the hungry wolf, this silence was the calm before the storm, the final restraint before the hunt.

Hungry Wolf carefully sensed King's aura, trying to catch a trace of killing intent. If there was even the slightest hint, he could immediately enter a fighting stance and confront him head-on. This was a technique used by martial artists to narrow the gap when fighting against stronger opponents.

But there was nothing... absolutely nothing!

He stood there, his heart pounding like thunder, radiating an aura so oppressive it could make an ordinary person faint on the spot, yet his aura remained steady and restrained, without leaking out in the slightest.

This is not the result of deliberate control, but a habit that has been ingrained in one's bones. It is a kind of "freedom" that can only be obtained after one has reached the state of returning to simplicity and authenticity!

The hungry wolf admired him even more: indeed, he was not on the same level as him.

The unlicensed rider stood to the side, observing King's silent demeanor and then glancing at Garou's tense stance, before making a judgment in his mind—

Mr. King is about to make his move!

He had originally planned to subdue Garou himself, since attacking a hero was a serious crime, and he couldn't just let Garou escape. But now that KING was clearly in combat mode, it would be inappropriate for him to interfere.

And to be honest, he was also curious about what KING would be like in battle—remotely controlling the mech didn't count, he wanted to know how powerful KING himself was!

So, the unlicensed rider quietly stepped aside, crossed his arms, and prepared to witness the duel firsthand.

Little did he know, his stepping back completely extinguished King's last hope.

The otaku's gaze lingered on the Mumen Rider for a moment before quickly shifting away, carrying a barely perceptible plea. But the Mumen Rider didn't notice it at all; the KING he saw was simply a calm, collected, and unyielding S-class hero.

Looks like no one can save me... I knew it, good luck always runs out eventually.

KING sighed inwardly, but his face remained expressionless.

The hungry wolf slowly stood up, his legs still trembling slightly, but his back was straight and his gaze became firm. He then took a deep breath and slowly raised his arms into a starting stance.

“It’s not that I want to stand here.” His voice wasn’t loud, but it was exceptionally clear. “It’s that, as the embodiment of ‘evil,’ I must stand here!”

His gaze locked onto KING, and the figure of the plaid-shirted man was reflected in his pupils.

"The fiercest and most evil villains must stand in front of the strongest heroes!"

Looking at Garou's face, which was brimming with resolve, and then at the expectant Mumen Rider beside him, King had only one thought in his mind—

Ye Shou, save me!

It was probably because of this fleeting thought that he made memories of the past, causing KING's body to react before his brain did.

He subconsciously raised his hands and made a strange gesture in front of his chest, the same gesture his character used when unleashing a special attack in a video game.

The correct posture is to place the right hand in front, the left hand behind, palms facing each other, with a gap of about 20 centimeters in between, and then bring both hands to the waist.

He desperately tried to recall what Ye Shou had said when he taught him Ripple Qi Gong:

"You don't have a strong desire to win, and you are gentle by nature and don't want to hurt others, so you can't learn overly lethal skills, and even if you do, you won't be able to use them."

"Then what should I do?"

"Play to your strengths."

"My advantages?"

"Your life energy is very strong, unusually strong... This is probably your greatest strength."

Since that's the case, let's not think too much about it, just gather the energy and release it all at once!

"Regardless of the consequences, just face the enemy wherever they are!"

KING felt that these words were meaningless, because he couldn't even "gather life energy".

But after so much training, he was now quite skilled at it. At this moment, just as the wolf's fist was about to touch his face, his heart suddenly contracted, and then his meridians and joints seemed to be stretched open by something, and his blood vessels and muscles pounded violently and wildly.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

The roar of the Emperor's engine reached its peak!

A tremendous surge of energy erupted from his body, flowing through his blood vessels, meridians, and muscle fibers, and frantically converging towards his hands.

He felt as if he were holding two scorching hot iron balls in his palms—burning, heavy, and poised to be unleashed.

The hungry wolf made its move.

Perhaps the feeling of waiting to die was too unbearable, and the dignity of a martial artist compelled him to take the initiative.

Its figure was like a black lightning bolt, rushing towards KING with a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air!

Before the punch even landed, the vacuum wave had already sliced ​​open KING's collar, and the dust on the ground was also stirred up by the wind pressure, forming a turbid torrent between the two.

"Earth, Hell Musou Wave Cannon!"

KING doesn't remember how he pushed the energy out.

Perhaps he was startled; his hand simply trembled slightly...

But in any case, the moment his vision was completely filled by the wolf's fist, his right hand instinctively pushed forward—

A blinding beam of light shot out from his palm, grazing past the hungry wolf's ear!

The beam of light merely grazed the edge of the wolf's hair, and the scorching airflow blew his hair back and set it in place. Then, as if struck from the side by an invisible giant hammer, his body tilted uncontrollably to the side.

His fist ultimately did not land on King.

boom!

The beam of light continued forward, slanting into the sky, piercing a huge hole in the thick clouds. Sunlight poured down from that hole, casting a circular patch of light on the street.

KING remained frozen in place, still in the gesture of launching the projectile.

His face was as pale as paper, his forehead was covered in sweat, and his arms were trembling slightly. The attack had almost drained him of all his strength, and he didn't even have the strength to lift his leg.

But his expression—in the eyes of others—remained that indifferent, slightly regretful calm.

The hungry wolf slumped to the ground, glanced back at the pierced clouds in the sky, and then slowly turned back to look at KING.

"Why...don't you kill me?"

"..."

KING didn't answer, but instead lowered his head and looked at his hands with an expression he couldn't understand.

There was no smugness or excitement in his eyes, only a deep, indescribable sense of helplessness and...