Chapter 511

He knew the Masked Sweetheart's reflexes were far too slow to react.

Indeed, the Masked Sweetheart had seen the openings exposed on his body.

But in that instant, he had no time to react at all.

He couldn't even charge forward to attack.

He knew his own reflexes weren't as fast as the opponent's.

At the same time, his strength wasn't as strong as the opponent's.

And now, charging forward would likely lead him straight into the opponent's trap.

He could only watch helplessly as this golden opportunity slipped away.

"It seems the A-Class heroes in the Hero Association are all just fame-seekers—they can't even beat me."

"You don't even get to raise your heads in the Monster Association."

The monster smiled at the Masked Sweetheart.

Not only did he use body language to humiliate the other, he also spoke words of insult.

The Masked Sweetheart clenched his fists tightly.

Veins bulged on his forehead, his face flushed with rage.

His eyes radiated a murderous gaze.

If looks could kill,

he believed he had already killed this monster a thousand times.

Yet now he clearly recognized the vast gap between his own strength and the opponent's.

This gap wasn't entirely irreparable.

But closing it would require far more time and effort.

And it would also demand more luck.

"I won't lose, even if you're stronger than me.

But as long as I give my life, I'll make you leave something behind."

The Masked Sweetheart suddenly charged forward.

It was clear he had poured every ounce of strength into this move.

Luo En watched, silently giving the Masked Sweetheart a nod of approval.

He could feel the proud aura radiating from the Masked Sweetheart's body.

This was not something an ordinary hero could emit.

Clearly, deep inside, the Masked Sweetheart remained fiercely proud and unyielding.

This was indeed the very quality a hero should possess.

But mere momentum alone was useless.

Because he was facing a monster with lethal intent.

This monster's own strength was terrifyingly formidable.

Luo En knew the moment had come—he had to act.

The situation had reached this point.

If Luo En didn't act now, the Masked Sweetheart would die for certain.

With his current strength, he had no chance against the monster.

A Peak Ghost-Class monster's power was already extremely terrifying.

As one of the few powerful beings in the Monster Association,

a Peak Ghost-Class monster was unquestionably among the upper echelons of the Jin Zita.

Such strength was exceptional even within the entire association.

For the Masked Sweetheart to fight such a monster was already a cross-rank battle.

Indeed, with a dull thud, the Masked Sweetheart flew out like a kite with its string cut.

Previously, the monster had fought the Masked Sweetheart with mocking amusement.

That was why the Masked Sweetheart had been able to hold out for a while.

But now the monster had lost his earlier mocking mood.

He intended to eliminate the Masked Sweetheart.

Thus, with his first move, he crushed the Masked Sweetheart completely.

"Damn it, how did this guy suddenly become so strong?"

The Masked Sweetheart struggled to push himself up, trying to rise.

But even this simple action was now extremely difficult for him.

His body had already suffered severe damage.

Yet the monster still smiled at him.

"Now you understand the gap between us, don't you?

You have no right to fight."

With that, he walked toward the Masked Sweetheart.

His sister charged forward bravely, determined to stop the monster.

She couldn't bear to watch the Masked Sweetheart die right before her eyes.

But her strength was utterly insignificant.

She furiously rushed at the monster, every punch like scratching at his skin.

The strange man stared at his sister with icy eyes.

His eyes already revealed murderous intent; it was clear he had no intention of sparing the two.

His sister had sensed the danger.

But she had no way out right now.

Masked Sweetheart lay on the ground, unable to rise.

The previous move had severely injured him.

If she did not act now to stop him, Masked Sweetheart would surely die.

But what use would it be if she acted?

She knew her strength was utterly insignificant against him.

"Is this what you call heroes? Does this represent the power of the Hero Association? So weak."

"I could crush you with one hand."

The strange man chuckled.

He had abandoned his earlier playful attitude.

Now he intended to kill these two heroes at once.

His sister closed her eyes in despair.

She knew that no matter how she resisted, it would be meaningless.

Even Masked Sweetheart had no other option now.

He looked at his sister.

"I never thought we'd leave this world in such a way."

His sister said, "I've always wanted to explain that thing from back then."

"But you never gave me the chance."

Masked Sweetheart said, "Let's not bring up that old matter anymore."

"We've lived so many years since then."

"In truth, I've already forgotten it."

"If I could do it again, perhaps I would still ask for your forgiveness."

"But there's no chance left."

Masked Sweetheart slumped his head in defeat.

Though he desperately wanted to resist.

But both his arms were broken; he couldn't even move them.

Let alone fight a monster at the peak of Ghost Rank.