Chapter 390

"Because the S-class hero Devil Cyborg was also over there just now."

King looked surprised: "Junos-kun?"

"Yeah, he didn't act—probably wanted to see your strength. After witnessing that, he should think you're strong."

"Eh? That's not good, is it?!"

"Don't panic. You've been fooling them this long anyway. Explaining now won't help—better let them misunderstand even deeper."

"……I'm very sorry."

The two walked out of the alley and headed down an empty street in one direction.

Suddenly.

The sky darkened.

King froze, looking up.

A massive monstrous bird was diving toward them at incredible speed.

"Aaa!!"

King stumbled backward and fell hard onto his rear.

Luo En raised his hand.

Boom!

The monstrous bird's huge head slammed into his upraised palm.

Boom!

A whirlwind erupted from Luo En's feet and spread outward.

Though tiny compared to the bird, his figure stood perfectly straight, unmoving.

Beneath his sunglasses, Luo En's heterochromatic vertical pupils flashed with coldness.

"Blind thing."

"Die."

The next second.

The giant monstrous bird suddenly swelled, then exploded like a balloon—Boom!

Blood rained down.

Not a single drop touched Luo En—all were halted by an invisible force.

"Luo En…-shi."

King sat on the ground, staring dazedly at the silver-haired boy's back.

Amid the blood rain, he seemed to see again that demon king seated upon the White Bone Wang Zuo in the illusion world.

Luo En turned his head and grinned brightly at him: "Come on, let's go play games at your place."

………………

Inside a mountain forest.

"Wind Blade Foot!"

With a sharp cry, a wind blade sliced through several trees.

The trees cracked and fell, their cuts impossibly smooth.

Sonic, clad in ninja battle gear, landed on the ground and sheathed his blade into the sheath on his back.

He opened his eyes, filled with sharpness.

"After so much training, it's finally time."

He gazed at a large tree ahead, its trunk hanging an abstract painting—barely recognizable as a human figure.

"Master of the Sword, this time I will defeat you!"

……

The no-man's-land of Z City.

Sweet Mask, with a new hairstyle, returned here once more.

Last time, he came here—and met that guy, and tasted defeat.

Afterward, he sought out Hu Zi and the heroes present during the J City incident; based on their descriptions, he confirmed the identity of the man beside Hell Blizzard.

"No mistake—he's the Master of the Sword."

"Hell Blizzard knows his identity, yet didn't report it to the Association. What's she planning?"

Sweet Mask walked through the no-man's-land, thinking.

"Does Dragon Wave know about this?"

As he pondered,

Down the street nearby, Junos and Saitama returned, carrying items.

Sweet Mask spotted them.

The Devil Cyborg… and that newly promoted B-class hero?

An S-class walking so closely with a B-class…

He narrowed his eyes, coldly approaching them.

"Really need to buy this much, Teacher?"

"Of course—it's a huge sale today."

"But you don't need this much—it'll take days to eat."

"No problem. Eating more kelp is good for hair."

Junos glanced at Qi Yu's bald head.

"Jenos, what are you staring at my head for?"

"No, nothing..."

"Jenos."

Hearing the voice, Jenos and Gyukyu turned to see Sweet Mask standing before them.

"It's you again? What do you want?"

Jenos said coldly.

"You've thrown away all my advice."

Sweet Mask said coldly: "An S-class hero must act like an S-class hero—powerful, magnificent—not spending every day hanging around a B-class hero."

He pointed at Jenos with a finger, his eyes icy: "If you can't do it, I'll kick you off the S-class list."

"Teacher, hold this for me."

Jenos handed the bag to Gyukyu.

He clenched his fist and glared at Sweet Mask: "Good. I've been wanting to take you down for a long time. If you think you can, come try."

41, On Time

Jenos and Sweet Mask had long been at odds; now that they met, their accumulated resentment exploded, and they immediately began fighting in the street.

After several equipment upgrades, Jenos's strength had advanced further than before, and Sweet Mask's displayed power was also astonishing.

Their figures flashed constantly along the street, sparks and flames flying, fists sending gusts of wind.

As the two continued exchanging blows,

the street gradually shattered.

Gyukyu watched for a few moments, lost interest, and walked toward his building carrying the bag.

"Jenos, remember to come back early."

Jenos nodded to Gyukyu from midair: "Yes, Master Gyukyu."

Sweet Mask leapt into the air and delivered a sharp side kick downward.

Jenos flipped his body, gathering firelight in his palms.

"Burn Cannon!"

Boom—

Meanwhile,

Luo En had arrived at King's house.

The two picked up controllers and were playing King's newly bought game.

"King, even though your strength is about as good as an ant's, your gaming skills are still pretty strong."