: Will anyone laugh at the Mumen Rider's resistance as pointless sentimentality?

"Huh? Who else?"

His response was a deathly silence.

After a long while, apart from the howling wind and the sounds of the fallen heroes struggling, there was no other sound.

"It's over...it's really over...all the heroes have fallen."

A survivor hiding not far away peered through his fingers at the pool of blood outside, muttering to himself in despair.

"Waaah... Mommy... Mommy..."

A little girl, nestled in her mother's arms, finally broke down in tears. Her cries were particularly piercing in the deathly silence of the ruins, yet filled with heartbreaking despair.

"Don't cry...don't cry..."

The mother tightly covered the little girl's mouth, tears mingling with the rain as they slid down her pale cheeks.

The Deep Sea King watched all this with satisfaction, a cruel smile curving his lips.

"Since no one dares to come out anymore, then I'll begin, hahaha!"

Suddenly, the sky changed color. A jet-black figure, carrying a terrifying aura of world-destroying power, crashed into the ground like a black meteorite at supersonic speed.

As Boros fell from the sky like a meteorite, the surrounding space was distorted and deformed by the terrifying air pressure, with howling winds and torrential rain.

However, the earth-shattering roar that was expected did not occur.

In the instant he was just meters from the ground, he displayed perfect control over his unparalleled power, instantly neutralizing the violent momentum that could have shattered mountains.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, not even a ripple in the water on the ground. Boros stood silently in the center of the ruins.

At this moment, his originally azure body turned completely black, surrounded by countless dazzling pale white energy lightning bolts. These electric snakes danced wildly as if they had a life of their own, emitting crackling and ear-piercing explosions. Each twist and turn tore and distorted the surrounding space.

That was the power he hadn't transformed into when he was fighting six dragons alone, all because he was in a hurry—the Overlord Burst Mode!

"My disciple... is truly grateful for your care."

Boros's icy voice echoed through the rain, radiating boundless killing intent...

Genos's mechanical eyes gleamed faintly as he watched the black figure descend from the sky. A hint of relief finally crept into his previously despairing electronic voice, and his tense nerves completely relaxed. It was not only his trust in the power, but also his unwavering belief in his teacher's invincibility.

"It's Professor Boros... Everyone's alright..."

Not far away, Fubuki struggled to lift her head from the ruins, a smile appearing on her pale face. Her delicate body, which had been struggling in vain, finally relaxed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and the flame of hope rekindled in her eyes.

"Boros... he's finally here," she murmured to herself.

As Boros's godlike figure landed steadily in the center of the ruins, the previously silent and despairing crowd instantly erupted in cheers.

"Great! We're saved! It's Boros, the tenth-ranked S-class Azure Heaven Fist!"

A citizen hiding behind a bunker excitedly waved his fist, tears welling in his eyes, as if he had seen a savior descend.

However, the shadow of fear had not completely dissipated, and some people in the crowd still carried a trace of hesitation and worry:

"But... can we really defeat that monster? So many heroes have fallen before, even the S-class cyborg..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was loudly interrupted by a young man next to him with a face full of fanaticism:

"He's different! Lord Azure Heaven Overlord Fist is completely different from the previous heroes! Can't you feel it?"

"Yes! Yes! We can definitely defeat that monster!"

The surrounding crowd echoed their sentiments, and their previously low morale surged instantly. They gazed at the black figure wreathed in pale white lightning, as if they had seen the only light at the end of darkness.

"Feed? You seem a bit different from those other trashy guys."

The Deep Sea King's previously arrogant expression froze on his face, replaced by an undisguised sense of apprehension.

He stared intently at the black figure before him, its body wreathed in pale white lightning, clenching his fists and trying to mask his unease with a defiant tone.

Boros ignored him and went straight to the fallen, unlicensed rider, extending his hand and saying:

"Well done, hero. Those few seconds you risked your life to save countless lives. Are you alright?"

The unlicensed rider was covered in blood, his helmet shattered, and his breathing was as faint as a candle flickering in the wind. He struggled to open one eye, and through his blurred vision, he could only see a tall silhouette.

"Help...help..." The unlicensed rider used his last bit of strength, his finger trembling as he pointed to the ruins not far away—there, survivors were still calling for help.

"Don't worry, don't fret, get some rest!"

Boros's voice was deep and powerful, with a strange soothing effect. He then slowly turned around, his pupils reflecting the ruins. Among the broken walls and rubble, Genos, Fubuki, and the other heroes lay scattered about, their blood staining the puddles.

Boros's gaze swept over the heavily wounded group, and his brows furrowed.

"To save time, I deliberately unleashed my full power..."

He didn't even glance at the Deep Sea King; he simply spoke coldly to himself, his voice chilling:

"I'm only dealing with small fry like you."

Before the Deep Sea King could respond, Boros raised his right hand, his palm as sharp as a knife.

"laugh--!"

An invisible yet extremely sharp energy slashed past, so fast that even the sound was a beat slower. Deep Sea King didn't even see the opponent's movement before feeling a piercing pain in his right shoulder.

"ah--!!!"

With a piercing scream, the Deep Sea King's thick right arm snapped off, the cut smooth as a mirror, blood gushing out like a fountain, tracing an arc in mid-air.

"Do you really enjoy torturing and killing others?"

Boros's tone remained icy.

Another sharp burst of energy flashed past.

Before Deep Sea King could even cover the wound on his right shoulder, his left arm followed suit and flew off his body. The excruciating pain of both arms being severed caused him to instantly lose his balance.

The massive body collapsed heavily to its knees amidst the ruins, blood staining the ground beneath its feet. Its once ferocious face was now twisted into a grimace, filled with terror.

The loss of his arms in an instant made Deep Sea King realize that the enemy before him was someone he could not possibly contend with.

"Ahhh! I'm so sorry, so sorry! Please forgive me! I'll go back to the deep sea right now and never set foot on land again, please... please forgive me!"

The excruciating pain from his severed arm almost made Deep Sea King faint, but he couldn't care less at the moment. He could only endure the agonizing pain and drag his broken body forward, struggling to crawl through the muddy pool of blood.

His once ferocious face was now twisted into a grimace, and there was no trace of the majesty of the Deep Sea King in his eyes. He knelt on the ground, desperately kowtowing, each impact producing a dull thud.

"Taking advantage of me while I'm dealing with other things, you're here to swagger around?"

Despite the heart-wrenching pleas, Boros remained coldly indifferent, continuing to speak as if he hadn't heard the Deep Sea King's pleas at all, and simply moved forward slowly.

Looking down at the trembling ant at his feet, his eyes were filled with a chilling indifference, and then he kicked out with his right foot.

"Bang--!!!"

A sickeningly loud cracking sound rang out.

The Deep Sea King's right leg, which had been supporting him as he knelt and begged for mercy, exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist and shattered bones.

The immense impact sent him flying several meters away, crashing heavily into a broken concrete pillar and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Before his scream could even escape his throat, the excruciating pain choked him, leaving only a wheezing sound like a broken bellows. His massive body was now curled up in a ball, completely powerless to resist, with only his gradually dilating pupils remaining.

"Wail in agony..."

Boros coldly uttered those words, without delivering the fatal blow.

For these utterly useless ants, unable even to crawl, annihilation would be a relief. He would rather see them slowly succumb to endless fear and agony, feeling their life force ebb away.

Having done all this, Boros slowly turned around, and the violent black flames and pale white lightning around him began to subside. He strode towards the figure not far away, whose body was covered in charred black soot and whose mechanical parts were exposed.

"Genos, are you alright?"

His voice was icy yet gentle, and his eyes revealed a barely perceptible concern.

"Teacher, I'm fine."

Genos's remaining mechanical eye gleamed faintly. Although his synthesized voice was somewhat distorted, and his body was almost completely destroyed with only his head remaining, his eyes were unusually bright at this moment.

Boros’s deep eyes flashed with approval. He didn’t say anything more, just nodded slightly. Then, he bent down and held Genos’s remaining head in his arms.

Then, he walked over to Fubuki, who was also in a sorry state, and offered her a helping hand.

Fubuki's beautiful face froze for a moment. She stretched out her slender fingers and gently placed them on Boros's broad, warm palm. Using the support, she staggered and barely straightened her body. Her originally pale cheeks instantly flushed with a faint blush because of this sudden intimate contact, like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow.

You're blushing like a teapot...

"Fubuki, should I take you to the hospital?"

Boros withdrew his gaze and looked at the somewhat flustered girl in front of him. His voice was gentle and deep, completely different from the coldness he had shown when facing the enemy.

Fubuki gently shook her head, her gaze sweeping over the equally injured members of the Fubuki Clan amidst the surrounding ruins, her eyes hardening:

"No need. There are still many members of the Blizzard Group here. I can't leave them behind. Let's wait for the association's rescue vehicle to arrive and go back with them."

"Great! We're saved! We're really saved..."