Chapter 371

Qiyu, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, took a sip of beer and said with a satisfied look.

The three of them sat around a table; in the middle of the table was a boiling pot, with pork, meatballs, tofu, and various vegetables all stewed together in one pot.

Luo En picked up a meatball with his chopsticks.

Fubuki, wearing a green dress, sat on the ground, took a sip of alcohol, looked toward Qiyu and asked:

"Where is Genos?"

"He said he needs to replace some parts, so he won't be back for a few days."

"Is that so."

On the switched-on television appeared a live broadcast image of the meteorite fragments above Z-City, and the host's voice rang out in response.

"Ladies and gentlemen watching the television, regarding these meteorite fragments suspended above the city that threaten the safety of the citizens, the Hero Association has decided to dispatch three S-Class heroes to deal with them."

"The three S-Class heroes are respectively the S-Class Rank 2 'Tornado of Terror'—"

On the TV screen appeared Tornado, arms crossed, in a long black robe, floating in the sky.

"Ah, it's my sister."

Fubuki said in surprise.

Qiyu, hearing this, was even more astonished: "Eh? This little runt is your sister?!"

Luo En ate his meatball while watching Tornado on the TV.

Indeed far too scrawny—completely different from Fubuki.

Tornado glanced at the camera, smoothed her temple hair with her hand, and said tsundere-ly: "It should clearly have been left to me alone."

"Besides the strongest esper, 'Tornado of Terror,' there is also the S-Class Rank 5 genius boy Child Emperor, and S-Class Rank 6 Metal Knight, who possesses super-strong destructive firepower; they will deal with the meteorite fragments in the sky right before our eyes."

The camera panned, and on the screen appeared Child Emperor carrying a backpack, and the robot remotely controlled by Metal Knight in the distance.

"Now please watch, everyone—the power of the S-Class heroes!"

Luo En watched the TV and smiled: "Using this opportunity to display the power of the S-Class, to let the public regain confidence in heroes… not a bad idea."

Qiyu: "That's not bad either, is it."

Fubuki stared intently at the TV.

On the TV screen.

Tornado and the other two S-Class heroes displayed their respective powers and began dealing with the meteorite fragments in the sky.

"Proactively showing off one's methods and strength—if there are people who want to deal with heroes also watching this live broadcast, then it gets interesting."

Luo En said while picking up a piece of pork with his chopsticks and stuffing it into his mouth.

"No way…"

…………

Beneath the uninhabited zone of Z-City.

Deep underground.

Psykos, wearing black-framed glasses with a head of wavy long hair, lay on a sofa, holding a glass of red wine in her hand, looking at the screen before her showing Tornado unleashing her esper powers, the corners of her mouth curving up slightly.

"Tornado…"

23. Kotoamatsukami

After the meal ended.

Luo En and Fubuki left together; just as they were about to walk out of the uninhabited zone.

They happened to run into Sweet Mask, who had come here again to investigate.

"Sweet Mask!"

Fubuki was somewhat startled upon seeing him.

Why would he, the A-Class Rank 1, appear here?

Sweet Mask looked at Fubuki and narrowed his eyes: "You are… the B-Class Rank 1 Hellish Blizzard, what are you doing here?"

"That should have nothing to do with you."

Fubuki stared intently at him and said.

Sweet Mask walked toward the two of them.

"Indeed it has nothing to do with me, but even if you don't tell me, I already know."

He stopped five meters in front of the two, reached out and took off the sunglasses from his face, revealing that handsome face capable of making girls scream.

"You also came to investigate clues about that guy, right?"

Fubuki was taken aback.

Investigate that guy?

Sweet Mask noticed the change in her expression and was slightly surprised.

"Aren't you here to investigate the identity of 【Sword Master】?"

Fubuki suddenly understood.

So he came to investigate the identity of Sword Master.

But how did he know that 【Sword Master】 would appear here?

Fubuki couldn't help but glance at Luo En beside her.

Sweet Mask noticed her gaze and also cast his gaze onto Luo En's face beside her.

An unfamiliar young man—judging by his looks, no less handsome than himself, doesn't seem like a hero registered with the Hero Association—an unrelated outsider?

No.

It doesn't seem so.

That guy's eyes are the eyes of a strong person.

Sweet Mask stared at Luo En and made his judgment internally.

Luo En, with both hands stuffed in his pockets, looked at him and said calmly, "Something you need?"

"No, it's nothing…"

Whoosh!

Sweet Mask shot forward in a single stride, arriving right before him, and unleashed a fierce slash that tore through the air, chopping down toward Luo En's shoulder!

It was too sudden—Fubuki hadn't even reacted yet.

The next instant.

Sweet Mask's figure flew backward like a bullet, crashing heavily into a building and kicking up a great cloud of dust.

Under Fubuki's stunned gaze, Luo En withdrew his right leg, his face perfectly calm.

"Let's go."

After the two of them left.

Sweet Mask, covered in dust and looking rather wretched, suddenly jolted awake inside the ruined building. He sat up, pressed a hand to his caved-in chest—at least three ribs were broken…

Just one strike—he had been kicked unconscious in a single strike!

How could that be!

Sweet Mask, sitting on the ground, clenched his teeth and tightened his fists.

Without a doubt, that man was that guy!

Apart from that guy, no one else could possibly possess such power!

Sweet Mask pressed a hand to his chest, braced the other against the wall, and slowly walked out of the ruined building. His face was pale, but his eyes were unusually fierce.

Found you, Sword Master!

This is only the beginning.

I won't let this go.

After walking out of the ruined building.

Sweet Mask's injuries had already mostly healed. He stood straight in the sunlight, looked up at the sky, his gaze cold and sharp.

This time I was just careless—next time I'll definitely let you see my true strength!

Right.

That B-Class Rank 1 Hellish Blizzard was walking with him—did she already know his identity?

What about the S-Class Tornado?

Sweet Mask's eyes flickered slightly, then he took out his phone and dialed Tornado's number.

"Moxi, moxi…"