Chapter 287

The fourth 'S-class' hero, Atomic Samurai, looked at the monitor screen with intense interest. "I know most of the strong fighters in the martial arts world, but where did these guys with such exceptional swordsmanship and martial arts come from?"

What he saw was astonishing. Sword energy from just a single slash tore through the thousand-meter-long steel spaceship, shredding its massive structure into fragments. This level of swordsmanship was unheard of, even among the greatest in the martial arts world.

Of course, Atomic Samurai had his pride. Despite the presence of several swordsmen on the screen who were far superior to him, he refused to acknowledge any of them as his equal.

The ninth 'S-class' hero, the mechanical cyborg Drive Knight, continued to scan the battle on the surveillance screen with his red electronic eyes. "Impressive. Based on my analysis, these combatants are at least on par with our S-class heroes, and the strongest among them... might even rival Blast, the legendary number one hero."

Tatsumaki instantly jumped up, glaring at Drive Knight with a scornful expression. "What? Did you just say they might be as strong as Blast? I admit those guys out there are powerful, but there's no way they're on Blast's level. One move from Blast could blow all of them away!"

Tatsumaki, also known as Tornado of Terror, was fiercely loyal to Blast. After all, he had saved her when she was a child, freeing her from a secret organization conducting inhumane experiments on her because of her immense psychic abilities. No one was allowed to disrespect Blast in her presence.

The eleventh 'S-class' hero, Superalloy Blackluster, quickly ran up behind Drive Knight and whispered cautiously, "Hey, Drive Knight, you might want to be careful not to provoke Tornado."

Drive Knight paused for a moment before continuing, "You're right, of course. I've never seen Blast fight, so I don't have his data."

Tatsumaki folded her arms and snorted arrogantly, "Hmph."

The fourteenth 'S-class' hero, Puri-Puri Prisoner, wore a serious expression. "It's truly amazing. It's unbelievable that so many powerful fighters have been hiding in the world."

Bang, the third 'S-class' hero, nodded. "There are hidden masters among the people. The fighters outside who are attacking the aliens are stronger than an old man like me."

Child Emperor, the fifth 'S-class' hero, licked his lollipop thoughtfully. "If these people are so strong, why haven't they shown themselves before now?"

Sitch, one of the leaders of the Hero Association, stared at the surveillance footage in awe. Though the Association had a dozen S-class heroes who were beyond ordinary comprehension, he was still shocked by the power of the individuals on the screen.

He snapped out of his daze and said, ecstatic, "Maybe it's only when the world is truly in danger that these powerful people will step forward."

The Hero Association had only been established for less than a decade. Many of the truly strong individuals disdained official organizations like them, unwilling to be bound by rules or bureaucracy. Even the S-class heroes only listened to the Association's requests as a matter of convenience; it was the Hero Association that needed their help, not the other way around.

Saitama, with his deadpan expression, glanced at the monitor. The fighters outside looked impressive, but... he still doubted they could withstand his punch. Raising his hand, he asked, "So... aren't we going out there?"

The fifteenth 'S-class' hero, Metal Bat, crossed his arms and responded, "Let's just watch for now. With so many S-class fighters out there, it doesn't really matter if we join or not. They'll wrap this up soon enough."

He slung his bat over his shoulder and headed for the exit. "Besides, my sister has cram school, so I better go."

Seeing this, KING, the "strongest man on Earth," almost burst into tears. "I-I can't do anything to help here. I'll be leaving too."

One by one, other S-class heroes also began leaving, with about half of them choosing to leave the room.

Seeing them leave, Tatsumaki snorted derisively, folding her arms and looking down her nose at them. "Hmph. Just go already. You weren't going to be of any use anyway, cowards."

Bang clasped his hands behind his back. "I'll stay and see how things play out. My dojo is in City A, and I can't abandon it. Plus, I'd like to observe those skilled martial artists."

Atomic Samurai adjusted his loose clothing, chewing on a piece of grass. "I want to test my skills against those swordsmen."

Puri-Puri Prisoner, ever earnest, said, "There may be many strong fighters, but even if I can just help a little, it'll be worth it."

Bang nodded. "Let's head out and see what we can do."

The conference room quickly emptied.

Sitch, trembling, picked up the phone to call the Hero Association's other branches, sharing the live surveillance footage.

At the same time, the Hero Associations in twenty-six cities across the world issued red alerts. Sirens blared, and staff scrambled in panic.

"Issue an evacuation alert for City A and all surrounding areas! Quickly!"

"Deploy life detectors across City A to assess the damage and monitor the situation!"

"What's the disaster level?"

"It's definitely Dragon level!"

"No... judging by the situation, it might even be God level!"

The person in charge wiped the sweat from his brow as he watched the live footage from City A. The sight of numerous fighters battling against a spaceship the size of a city left him in awe.

He had never heard of so many powerful fighters appearing at once. Surely, this was the fulfillment of the prophecy by Lady Shibabawa. In order to protect the Earth, these hidden S-class warriors had revealed themselves. After all, they too lived on Earth and couldn't just stand by and do nothing.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

The attacks from more than a dozen lower gods and numerous quasi-god-level fighters pounded against the spaceship. The brilliant and dazzling display of power filled the skies, reflected in the eyes of all those in City A who looked up in fear.

The Teyvat army advanced toward City A at full speed, attacking the spaceship without hesitation.

King Douya, with a wild look in his eyes, drew his divine weapon, Iron-Crushing Fang, and rushed forward with a battle cry. "Bakuryuuha!"

A torrent of golden sword energy spanned several kilometers, striking the spaceship's hull with a massive explosion. The outer shell was torn apart, leaving ten massive gaps.

"Anyone who's not god-level, get inside the spaceship and kill the aliens!"

"All gods, follow me and tear this ship apart!"

Eyes filled with determination, they stormed the spaceship, ready to eliminate every alien they encountered.

Diluc, upon entering the spaceship, saw the terrified aliens. They seemed to have been caught off guard, and they looked bizarre. It wasn't clear if they were surprised to see them or simply confused.

Without hesitation, Diluc's elemental power flared, and the Wolf's Gravestone in his hand ignited with blazing flames.

"Here comes your judgment—Scorching Flash!"