Chapter 399

A black sperm formed from a vast quantity of black sperm walked up to him, grabbed his hair, and lifted his entire body off the ground.

"Don't underestimate me, old man—I've got eleven trillion selves inside me."

Atomic Samurai slashed with his sword, severing the arm that gripped his hair.

As the severed arm fell to the ground, it transformed into another small black sperm; simultaneously, the humanoid-sized black sperm struck, sending Atomic Samurai flying with a thud.

Atomic Samurai crashed heavily to the ground, his body covered in wounds.

"That's enough, Atomic—get down now!"

Bangku shouted.

Genos also spoke: "Your slashes can't hurt him—don't overextend yourself!"

Though the other heroes had great confidence in Atomic Samurai's strength, the opponent's ability was far too effective against him—even the Sexy Prisoner didn't believe Atomic Samurai could win.

Hearing the voices of Bangku and the other heroes, Atomic Samurai said nothing, only forced himself to rise from the ground.

"Oh? Still going?"

The black sperms stared at him in mild surprise. "Seeing your attacks fail, your fighting spirit should be gone by now."

"Fighting spirit? No way."

Bloodied and disheveled, Atomic Samurai gripped his Wu Shidao with both hands: "It's not about fighting spirit—it's the dignity of a hero and a swordsman that tells me I cannot lose!"

"Hah? Are you dreaming?"

One black sperm tilted its head; another said: "Forget it—give him a quick end."

"I think that's fine."

A group of black sperms lunged at Atomic Samurai.

Atomic Samurai swung his Wu Shidao—light flashed through the air, then countless blades of light erupted in all directions.

The charging black sperms had no time to split—they were all annihilated within the blade light.

"Atomic—Concentrated Slash!"

"What?!"

The black sperms' faces twisted in horror.

49, Third Battle

"Heh… heh… heh… heh…"

Blood streamed down his forehead, his clothes torn and ragged; Atomic Samurai knelt on one knee, still holding his sword in mid-swing, gasping for breath.

Yet at this moment, his eyes were piercingly bright, his spirit and vigor blazing at their peak.

The heroes stared in shock; the grotesques also grew solemn—even those who prided themselves on their strength felt that slash had been absurdly powerful.

How many strikes had he delivered in that instant?

A thousand? Or more?

That ultimate, fragmented blade light had even annihilated individual cells.

The black sperms stared intently at Atomic Samurai: "You're pretty good, old man."

Leaning on his sword, Atomic Samurai staggered to his feet; blood trickling down his forehead slightly blurred his vision, yet he looked like a rampaging tiger.

"Don't look down on heroes—especially swordsmen."

Atomic Samurai swung his Wu Shidao—a vast, unstoppable surge of sword intent and swordsman's aura crashed toward the black sperms like a tidal wave.

The black sperms' expressions darkened, tinged with anger.

"With a body like yours, how many more times can you use that technique?"

A group of black sperms charged at Atomic Samurai.

Blade light flashed.

Another Concentrated Slash.

After this strike, Atomic Samurai's face turned utterly pale, and cracks appeared on his Wu Shidao.

The black sperm smirked: "Before a master with eleven trillion cellular selves, you're nothing."

"Die!"

A black sperm no taller than Atomic Samurai's knee rushed forward and punched at him.

Atomic Samurai was startled—he didn't think, instinctively swung his sword.

Blade light flashed—the black sperm split into two smaller ones, each delivering a rising uppercut and a straight punch, striking Atomic Samurai's chin and abdomen with force.

"Cough…"

Atomic Samurai winced and shut his eyes.

Then another group of black sperms rushed forward, throwing punches.

Atomic Samurai was blasted backward, sliding over ten meters before stopping at the edge of the arena.

"This ends it."

A swarm of tiny black sperms kicked down from above, aiming for a final blow.

Bloodied and filthy, Atomic Samurai grinned at the black sperms and raised his middle finger: "I don't wanna die at the hands of bastards like you."

He rolled over and fell off the edge of the arena.

The black sperms' attacks missed.

Luo En in midair clapped his hands: "Second match: black sperms win. The grotesques prevail."

Watching Atomic Samurai fall from the arena, the lead black sperm's expression turned grim.

Though they won, it was deeply unsatisfying.

The falling Atomic Samurai was caught by Super Alloy Blacklight.

"Thanks—next… I'm counting on you."

Atomic Samurai gazed at the S-class heroes before him and said with some difficulty.

Though he lost, he gave it his all—there was nothing to feel guilty about.

It could only be said that it was a pity; his compatibility with that strange opponent was simply terrible.

Gazing at the battered Atomic Samurai before him, Genos's eyes narrowed slightly; the others were also somewhat angry.

Bare-chested, his upper body covered in scars, Silver Fang Bangou stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the ring: "Now it's one win, one loss."

Super Alloy Black Light looked at the group: "Who's next?"

"I will."

Flashy Flash stepped forward.

"Wait."

Genos said coldly: "Why you? Didn't I say I was the one who should go?"

"What did you say?"

Flashy Flash turned to him, his gaze somewhat hostile.

"I'm ranked higher than you—it's only natural that I should go, isn't it?"

"Huh?!"

Genos did not back down: "Who decided that?"

The two faced off, neither willing to yield.

"You two, don't argue."

The Sexy Prisoner didn't know what to do—both Flashy Flash and Genos were the best boys; he couldn't choose whom to support.

Child Emperor pinched his chin as he stared at the monsters across the way and mused: "Compatibility between hero and monster abilities is crucial—Atomic Samurai's match just taught us that. We can't just decide who fights randomly. Let's see what kind of monster they send out first."

Zombie Man nodded: "I agree that's better."

The others had no objections.

A group of black sperm jumped off the ring and returned to the monster side.

Vagabond Emperor looked at the monsters beside him: "Who's next?"

Ugly President raised his hand, but before he could speak—

A figure shot onto the ring at a speed so fast it became a blur.

It was a man dressed as a ninja.

"Human?"

The heroes were slightly startled.

"No, this aura… he's a monster."