: The Sky Cleared! Genos felt he was back to normal.

"Oh! How touching! This scene is absolutely heart-wrenching! It's worthy of being recorded in history!"

Watching the retreating figures of the miscellaneous fish, the commentator's voice rose again, filled with exclamations!

"We can clearly see that there are still tear stains in the corners of Zhayusi's eyes. This is not because of fear, but because he has been completely touched by Boros's profound and magnanimous heart!"

"At that moment, he deeply understood the martial arts realm of Boros that transcended victory and defeat, and was impressed by the elder’s kind and patient demeanor, like a loving father."

"Faced with such an opponent who is not only exceptionally strong but also possesses a noble personal charm, Zayu was filled with guilt and admiration. He simply couldn't bear to throw another punch at this mentor-like elder, so he gave up this unequal contest."

"Let's give a warm round of applause to Boros! He has once again won this battle without a fight, in an amazing way! Congratulations, Boros!!!"

Huh? (⊙o⊙)

Are you sure he was impressed by my composure, and not by your psychologically assaulting commentary?

Boros, completely bewildered, stepped off the ring, a roar escaping his lips in his mind:

"This is absolutely outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!!!..."

"But I'll still look for you next time!! Hehe..."

Regardless of the frenzied cheers from the audience surrounding the ring, the contestants in the waiting area exchanged bewildered glances before exclaiming in unison, "Holy crap!"

Leaving aside whether they could beat Boros, what truly inspires despair is the host's mental pollution.

That incessant, double-standard commentary felt more lethal than Boros's punches; it was a complete mental assault, so damn difficult! It was hellishly difficult!

The other contestants shivered involuntarily, then turned around and focused their gazes on Bakuzan with a complex mix of pity, sympathy, and "take care, brother" in their eyes.

After all, according to the schedule, the unlucky guy who will face Boros in the next match is none other than him—Bakuzan.

The sympathetic and gloating gazes around him felt like countless fine steel needles, densely packed and piercing Baoshan's back.

He felt the strange, unsettling gaze directed at him, but instead of backing down, he whirled around, his eyes sweeping across the room like lightning, before a cold, disdainful sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.

He crossed his arms and spoke in a loud, booming voice, with a sneer:

"Hmph, this kind of nonsensical underhanded tactic might only work on weaklings with weak wills. I, Baoshan, won't fall for it!"

"I will show him on the field that in the face of absolute strength, all those fancy psychological tactics and exaggerated commentary are nothing but futile noise!"

After saying that, he ignored the astonished gazes around him and strode back to his backstage lounge.

One match after another was in full swing, and the atmosphere at the scene gradually heated up with the fierce battles between the contestants. Thunderous cheers erupted from the audience from time to time, and the entire arena was immersed in a frenzied atmosphere.

Inside the commentary room, the heavy soundproof door was suddenly flung open, and a flustered figure stumbled in, his face ashen, his forehead covered in cold sweat. He gasped for breath, shouting:

"It's terrible! An emergency! The Hero Association just sent their highest-level warning, saying that a large number of ferocious monsters have suddenly appeared in the nearby area! We must immediately organize the evacuation of the audience, otherwise people could really die..."

Upon hearing this, the previously noisy commentary room instantly fell silent. Another staff member, who was adjusting the equipment, was also shocked, nearly dropping the microphone. His eyes widened, and he asked in a trembling voice:

"Really? This is a live broadcast! Okay, I'll issue an emergency evacuation notice right now!"

"Need not!"

The host, however, remained surprisingly calm. He turned around and directly pressed down on the hand that was about to operate the radio.

"Issuing a notice at this time will only cause greater panic among the audience and could even lead to a stampede. It's completely unnecessary. So many martial arts masters are gathered here; what kind of weirdo would dare to cause trouble here?"

He paused, then said with absolute confidence, "What's more, we have Mr. Boros here; he's an invincible symbol. As long as he's here, this place is an absolute sanctuary! There's no safer place than here!"

"Oh, is that so? You're right, then let's continue working."

Although the previously flustered staff member was still feeling uneasy, seeing the host's calm demeanor, he could only stammer in response.

"Yes, continue as usual, stay calm."

The host readjusted his bow tie, his eyes gleaming with a fervent excitement, even more so than when he was commentating on the match:

"To be honest, I actually hope some crazy bastard attacks this place. Just imagine, if those scum dare to rush in, I could give a live commentary, witnessing Boros blasting those monsters to smithereens! That would be epic live footage, absolutely electrifying!"

Seeing the host's expectant, even somewhat eager, expression, the other staff members fell into a speechless silence, as if three black lines had simultaneously slid down their foreheads. They exchanged bewildered glances, silently thinking to themselves:

"Even though I know you're a die-hard Boros fan, this doesn't have to be right! This isn't a professional commentator, this is a crazy person who just wants to stir up trouble... Holy crap, is this what they call a brainless fan?"

………………

Meanwhile, Genos, who had been severely injured by Saitama's unintentional actions, causing his entire system to fall into a vicious cycle, has finally completed a full repair of his body today.

In Dr. Kusno's studio, as the last spark of welding died down, Genos slowly opened his eyes. The data stream in his field of vision was no longer displaying the frantic errors it had before; instead, it was clearer and more stable than ever before. He tried to clench his fist, but instead of the usual mechanical coldness, he felt a heavy force that seemed capable of tearing everything apart.

"Doctor, what are the results of the system self-check?" Genos's voice was deep and powerful.

"Perfect."

Dr. Kusno wiped the sweat from his brow:

"The G4 core that Boros brought is an excellent energy furnace. I cracked its energy circuit and completely integrated it into your new body. Now, your output limit and reaction speed have far exceeded your previous specifications."

Genos stood up, feeling the surging energy within him. He walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the sky gradually darkening outside.

"Teacher Boros is participating in the 'Super Fighting Tournament' today. If we rush over now, we should still make it in time..."

A glint of light flashed in Genos's golden eyes.

"You're going to City C?" Dr. Kusno seemed to have guessed his thoughts.

"Yes. To observe Professor Boros's match and to verify the performance of this new body... Doctor, thank you, I'll be heading off now."

Before he finished speaking, blue flames suddenly spewed from the jets on Genos's back, and he instantly transformed into a silver-white streak of light, flying at an astonishing speed towards the arena in City C.

The wind whistled past his ears, and the surging power provided by the new core gave Genos an unprecedented sense of control. Everything in his field of vision was stretched into blurry blocks of color, and just half an hour later, the iconic skyscrapers of City C appeared on the horizon.

"Five kilometers to the track... I can't believe I'm going this fast!!"

Genos was overjoyed; the distance that would normally take several minutes to traverse was now shortened in an instant.

Within the golden optical lens, streams of data flowed rapidly like a waterfall. The new core not only provided surging power but also elevated his perception precision to an unprecedented level.

The radar beam swept across the designated airspace, accurately capturing even the movement trajectory of dust particles in the air.

Just as he was about to retract his thrust and enter the field, a muffled, thunderous roar, accompanied by a burst of flames shooting into the sky, shattered the tranquility of City C without warning.

"Warning! Warning! High-level disaster response detected!"

The once calm electronic map on my retina was instantly covered in blood-red, countless red dots lit up simultaneously throughout the city like a plague outbreak, and piercing alarms echoed.

Genos frowned, his body making an abrupt stop in mid-air that defied the laws of physics. The anti-gravity thrusters on his back and legs shot out in reverse, spewing out blinding blue sparks, forcefully bringing his speed of hundreds of kilometers per hour to a complete stop.

He hovered high in the air, looking down at the chaotic scene below.

"Was this scale of synchronized attack... premeditated?"

Genos's electronic brain was working at lightning speed, calculating processing time and the feasibility of getting to the arena.

"Simultaneous monster attacks? If we deal with them all quickly, we can still make it to watch Professor Boros's match!"

He looked down at his palm, where the core energy was radiating a chilling fluctuation.

That overwhelming sense of power gave him an unprecedented confidence, as if he could crush his once invincible enemy simply by clenching his fist.

"Just how far have my powers been developed?"

"If I encounter that Asura rhinoceros beetle again... I won't have to be as pathetic as before. I can easily win just by relying on the physical strength of this body."

"This level of power... this level of control, it's already half the strength of Saitama and Boros."

A confident light shot out from Genos's golden eyes like a sharp sword.

If Boros were here, he would silently tell him:

"Wake up, kid, this is all your imagination. That bald guy doesn't have any concept of 'half strength.' Even an Asura rhinoceros beetle could turn you into scrap metal!"

At that moment, an emergency contact message from the Hero Association came through the communicator.

Genos took a deep breath, turned on his communicator, and replied, "Yes, I'm currently over City C."

"Okay, send me all the locations of the attacks in City C, and I'll deal with them immediately."

"Metal cyborg, can you manage alone?"

A somewhat worried voice came from the other end of the communicator.

Genos's lips curled into a slight, cold smile. He recalled Boros's quote and deliberately mimicked it, speaking in a stiff, artificial tone:

"These mere sand shoals are no match for me. Dealing with these small fry will only take a minute."

Genos issued a confident declaration of victory.

At this moment, there is only one hero's time left before Genos suffers another brutal beating from society...

And at the far end, tens of kilometers away, that gigantic figure, several meters tall with muscles bulging like granite, is on its way…