boyutpedia Chapter 415 You Fight, We Chat
Chapter 415 You Fight, We Chat
A white light flashed, and the metal baseball bat shuddered, suddenly regaining consciousness as if waking up from a nightmare.
When I came to my senses, I found myself standing on the competition field again, as if the experience just now was just an illusion.
The terrible feeling just now still lingers in my consciousness.
He subconsciously touched his neck and found it was still intact.
Everything is normal.
But looking at the black sperm opposite and the [Prepare for Battle] light screen between the two, Metal Bat knew that he had already died once.
In the first round, he had no time to react at all, and his head was instantly chopped off by the transformed opponent at an extremely fast speed.
The black sperm returned to its original position and sneered, looking at the metal bat with undisguised contempt.
"Don't be afraid, the game will be over soon."
After saying that, he started to transform.
After two seconds, it switches to the most powerful platinum form.
Then it turned into a white flash and rushed towards the metal bat.
boom!
But this time, the black sperm was stunned.
His attack was unexpectedly blocked by his opponent.
The metal bat used his weapon to catch the black sperm's fist steadily.
Metal Bat, with blood all over his face and flying hair, has eyes as cold as ice and exudes an inexplicable aura.
He stared at the black sperm fiercely, "I saw you!"
With a wave of his arm, a huge force burst out, instantly forcing the black sperm back.
This guy!
The black sperm steadied himself and was very angry.
Just now, Metal Bat took advantage of the moment when he transformed, picked up the bat and hit his forehead hard, causing his head to bleed.
Then he became stronger, able to take on attacks that would have killed him instantly before.
[How shameless of you to think of using self-harm to increase your own strength...]
Trying to figure out the key, the black sperm felt angry and annoyed, but there was nothing he could do.
His transformation speed was not as fast as the other party's self-harm.
The norm can't be defeated.
You can only let the other party do it.
"Forget it. Let's just crush them with our absolute strength..."
A large number of black sperm broke out from the ground, but they had hidden part of their bodies beforehand. This part of the hidden black sperm quickly merged and transformed into a second platinum sperm in the blink of an eye.
Two platinum sperms surrounded the metal baseball bat, one in front and one behind.
They said in unison, coldly: "We have been trying every possible way to become stronger these days. Our strength has doubled to over 200 trillion. The platinum form is the strongest form after the fusion of 100 trillion of me. Now, you can die at the hands of the twice strongest me, and you can rest in peace."
"Tsk, stop talking so much. What do you mean by trillions or what form? I don't understand anything at all. Just come on!"
Metal Bat spat bloody saliva into his palm and tightened the handle of the bat.
He took a fighting stance towards his opponent with the might of a dragon.
"Haha, you ignorant idiot... just go to hell!"
boom!
Two platinum sperms turned into flashes of light and attacked the metal baseball bat from the front and the back.
……
"What a hassle. My combat assistance program tells me that no matter how many times I calculate it, the probability of me defeating you is zero."
Genos looked at the Beyonder standing in front of him with an expressionless face.
Beyond Man pulled the corner of his mouth awkwardly, "Um, Genos-kun, how about I admit defeat?"
"Don't do that! I've calculated many times, and you, Tornado, and King are the ones most likely to win in the end."
Genos said firmly.
"Although I don't know what the reward for the champion is. But it is still a hope... Go ahead, Beyond Man, let me accept my defeat sincerely and leave with peace of mind."
"...I understand. Sorry, Genos-kun..."
"No need to apologize. If I were you, I would make the same choice. This is the best choice for all of humanity... Come on."
boom!
The two men turned into flying streams of light, dragging long trails, chasing each other and fighting in the sky.
Intense flashes of explosions bloomed densely in the sky.
……
The last competition venue.
The thirty-year-old otaku and the ten-year-old elementary school student stood face to face, looking at each other with innocent eyes, their faces full of helplessness.
"Mr. King, I didn't expect that we would be drawn together..."
"Yes, I never expected that..."
"Want to fight?"
"No. I refuse. Please do as you please."
"Then I... forget it. I can't do it."
Child Emperor sighed.
If it was before the match between Sweet Mask and King, he could still be so cruel as to attack his teammates.
But after seeing the performance of King and Sweet Mask, Child Emperor finally truly understood the word "companion".
I could no longer fight like I did with Metal Knight, so I made up my mind and attacked freely.
Especially when facing someone as kind and gentle as King.
He is obviously too strong and has the fighting power to crush everyone, but he is unwilling to attack his companions and is willing to sacrifice himself.
Child Emperor couldn't convince himself at all.
How shameless of you to attack such a noble hero.
(King: I am not. I didn’t. Don’t talk nonsense!)
Seeing that King had no intention of taking action at all, Child Emperor also gave up the idea of taking action.
Instead, I felt relieved.
Sitting down on the court, he said in a relaxed manner, "In that case, Mr. King, why don't we sit down and chat for a while?"
"……OK."
King also breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the dusty ground without any burden.
So, a strange scene appeared in the arenas where the flames of war and blood were raging.
One of the competition venues was particularly quiet and peaceful, with two players sitting cross-legged facing each other like old friends.
The brutal battle turned into a lighthearted chat.
Tornado, Boros and others who were watching the battle outside were all stunned.
What the hell is going on with these two people!
[As expected, Mr. King is also under heavy psychological pressure...]
Looking at King who was sweating and relieved, Child Emperor thought silently and his admiration for him grew even stronger.
"Mr. King, why did you become a hero?"
Child Emperor asked calmly.
"Ah? This... is hard to explain... I am just an ordinary person... but everyone thinks I am the savior..."
King held his hair in distress and organized his words in a halting manner.
It was obvious that he himself looked a little confused. His attempts to explain were somewhat incoherent, and there was a hint of complaint in his confusion.
[People’s expectations…]
Looking at King’s conflicted expression, Child Emperor was very sad.
King's motives are so pure.
It is because people need him that he puts aside his ego and devotes himself to the heroic cause. How pure and selfless.
And don’t you think that even a perfect hero like King would feel pressure and complain because he carries too many expectations from the people?
As expected, he also has the same seven emotions and six desires, joy, anger, sorrow and happiness as ordinary people.
Not a robot without a mind of its own.
But even so, King still strictly demands himself, suppresses his negative emotions, works hard to do everything well, and fulfills his heroic duties.
What a great mind this is!
Child Emperor was deeply moved, his eyes became moist, and he burst into tears.
Sweetheart Mask, you really didn’t make a mistake about me.
King is really, really great.
Child Emperor thought of himself and his expression darkened.
He looked down at the ground and said, "In fact, I wanted to be a hero at first because I thought being a hero was cool. I wanted to be the protagonist who saves the world in the story. And I wanted to compete with Dr. Porfoy to prove that even without profit calculations, a passionate hero can still save the world..."
"Actually, my parents don't like me being a hero. They don't say it, but I know they are always worried about me. And the teachers at my school... After all, no matter how smart I am, in their eyes, I am just a ten-year-old child."
"And I myself sometimes neglect this. I often behave like a child and get into a lot of trouble..."
The more Child Emperor spoke, the more lost he became, and a faint black aura appeared around his body.