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One gold and one yellow are colliding at a speed beyond human comprehension.
Each collision leaves behind a blinding bright spot on the screen, like a solar explosion, and a terrifying shockwave that tears the earth apart like paper.
Everyone was so stunned by the apocalyptic scene on the screen, which resembled the creator gods playing and fighting, that they froze and forgot to breathe.
"Report...based on the available data...preliminary calculations that cannot be performed..."
The chief analyst, wearing glasses, reported with a trembling voice and a face as pale as paper: "Disaster level...cannot be determined!"
"The energy level... has exceeded the upper limit of our database's definition of 'Dragon' level, and may even... surpass 'above Dragon'!"
"Such destructive power... Could it be... could it be that Lord Shibabawa's prophecy... has really come true?"
Someone, without realizing it, uttered a sentence in a dreamlike voice.
The next moment, it was as if all the air in the entire operations room had been sucked out.
In the deathly silence, only heavy breathing and the crackling sound of burning equipment could be heard.
"No...it can't be right?"
Could it be...that one?
"Legend has it... that could lead to the complete destruction of human civilization..."
"A god-level disaster!?"
"Why panic?"
A deep, hoarse voice, tinged with a hint of mockery, rang out in the despair-stricken operations room.
Everyone looked over at the sound and saw a one-eyed man with a neatly combed slicked-back hairstyle and a black eye patch over his left eye, who had somehow appeared in front of the main screen.
He is none other than Makoi, the head of the Hero Association's Second Operations Room, known for his ruthlessness and unscrupulousness.
Macoy squinted, staring intently at the two points of light on the screen that were constantly creating spectacular displays of destruction. A morbid and fanatical smile played on his lips as he said, "My goodness, what a magnificent sight. This level of battle has already exceeded the scope of conventional contingency plans, hasn't it?"
"In that case, we can only contact our invincible S-class heroes to go to the scene and bring back firsthand intelligence!"
"But Chief! Sending an S-class hero to a battle of this level... what's the difference between that and sending them to their deaths?!"
A young officer couldn't help but retort.
“What do you think?” Makoy’s tone was light, yet carried an undeniable chill. “Of course, send our strongest one.”
The message was quickly transmitted to the office of Sitch, the head of the Disaster Countermeasures Department, via a dedicated internal line with the highest level of authority.
Sitch looked at the report from his subordinates, which described the area as a "god's domain," and the extremely blurry video recording. He subconsciously rubbed his aching temples.
"Should we deploy... a tornado?"
Upon seeing the battle plan signed by Macoy on the report, Sitch took a deep breath, his eyes hardening with resolve.
"This is the only way to proceed at present."
He immediately picked up the red emergency phone on the table and dialed it.
"Ms. Tornado, I'm so sorry to bother you!"
"There's an emergency; you need to go to Z City immediately... uh, the situation..."
"The situation is not optimistic; this may be the most severe challenge we have faced to date!"
A supersonic transport plane belonging to the Hero Association roared through the clouds and quickly arrived at an altitude of 10,000 meters outside Z City.
Inside the cabin, Tornado stood with her arms crossed over her chest, her body enveloped in a faint green superpower glow, floating around the edge of the porthole.
Her delicate and pretty face calmly gazed out the window at the terrifying scene that looked as if it had been repeatedly plowed by a meteor shower millions of times, but her brows furrowed more and more tightly.
A deep sense of doubt flashed in his emerald green eyes.
This level of destructive power, this fighting style that treats the planet's surface as a battlefield and ravages it indiscriminately...
Besides going all out herself, the first thing she thought of was...
That wretched, annoying Hentai!!!
The thought of that tall, muscular man with eight-pack abs and a V-shaped waist, and the two and a half hours that had left her feeling utterly ashamed and furious, filled her with a deep sense of embarrassment.
Tornado's cheeks involuntarily flushed a fiery red.
"Damn it... why do I keep thinking about that guy?!"
She quickly shook her head vigorously, trying to banish the man's domineering image from her mind.
"It's right below, Miss Tornado! We can't get any closer; the intense energy field is interfering with the machine!"
The driver's tense voice came through the communicator, pulling the thoughts that had drifted away with the tornado back to reality.
"understood."
Tornado nodded, and deep within her eyes, a vibrant green psychic light shone like a nebula.
With the approval of the association's top member, the bottom hatch of the transport plane was opened decisively.
The next second, a petite figure enveloped in pale green light fell freely from it.
During the rapid descent, the iconic military green coat was blown away by the strong winds at high altitude, fluttering and flying quickly into the distance.
The alluring figure in the black slit dress who broke away transformed into a dazzling green shooting star.
Trailing a long, fiery tail, it sped toward the center of the shattered ground.
The closer they got, the stranger Tornado's expression became, even bordering on bewildered.
The residual energy in the air was violent, scorching, and filled with a primal aura of destruction. One of the forces felt strangely familiar to her.
No, it's not just familiar!
It was that domineering golden power that she both hated and feared, which was engraved in the deepest part of her body and soul!
That incredibly annoying and perverted guy must have been here not long ago!
"Is that you, Han Sen..."
At this moment, Tornado was extremely conflicted. She knew that Han Sen dealt with disasters in unknown places every day, silently protecting the peace of the world, and was a true hero.
But beneath his heroic facade, he's secretly a villain who makes her weak in the knees and tremble at the mere thought of him! A demon…!
Just as Tornado was getting angrier and angrier, wishing she could find that man immediately and use her telekinesis to tie him up and beat him for three days and three nights.
The two auras, as vast as gods, soared into the sky from the center of the battlefield below, snapping her back to her senses!
Her pupils contracted instantly as she saw the scene clearly, and...
Chapter 212 Daughter
What came into view was a makeshift barbecue grill made of a few stones and branches.
Although it is made from local materials, it is processed very cleanly, and there is no problem even if it is used in the wild for a long time.
A bald man with a shiny bald head, wearing a yellow and red bodysuit, was squatting in front of the barbecue grill with a serious expression.
Holding a small fan made from a tree branch, he fanned it vigorously, controlling the heat.
His hands moved so fast they were almost blurry, and the fire surged upwards.
Opposite him stood a tall, familiar figure that made Tornado grit her teeth involuntarily.
He was sitting leisurely on a flattened rock, his slender fingers picking up a pinch of fine salt and evenly sprinkling cumin and chili powder onto a sizzling, oily skewer of meat, before brushing it with various dipping sauces.
The ground beneath them was scorched black, with countless bottomless ravines winding and intersecting like centipedes.
The air was filled with the rich aroma of roasted meat and the scorching heat of a battle.
"It really was him! But...?"
Tornado's little brain went blank.
She looked at the scorched earth that had been completely destroyed and then rebuilt, and then at the harmonious yet eerily strange outdoor BBQ scene before her, finding it hard to connect the two.
The "god-level disaster" monitored by the Hero Association, capable of destroying human civilization, is actually...
Are these two guys fighting?
Han Sen was one thing, but she had already experienced his strength firsthand.
Yes, the kind of understanding that is thorough inside and out, that kind of complete and wholehearted knowledge.
But what's up with this bald guy who looks so simple and unremarkable?
How could they possibly fight that Hentai to the point of causing the heavens and earth to shatter?
"What are you standing there for, Cream Puff Sauce?"
A warm, masculine breath, brimming with male hormones, wafted from behind, and Han Sen's magnetic voice rang out unexpectedly in Long Juan's ear.
She froze instantly, like a startled kitten, every nerve taut, and turned around abruptly as if electrocuted.
Before she knew it, Han Sen's handsome yet hateful face was almost within reach, wearing that wicked smile that she knew and hated most—a smile that suggested he had everything under control.
—This guy…!!!
It will be too late if you wait too long!
This is the only thought engraved in Tatsumaki's DNA after being bullied countless times.
Without a second thought, a vibrant green psychic light instantly enveloped her entire body.
She turned around and was about to transform into a streak of light to escape this dangerous and troublesome place.
However, she was fast, but Hansen was even faster.
A large, hot, and powerful hand seemed to traverse space, precisely embracing Tornado's incredibly slender waist.
He easily pulled her petite body into his arms without any resistance, holding her firmly in his broad embrace.
The powerful telekinetic energy, which was enough to easily overturn an entire city, was rendered useless. It couldn't even hold Han Sen back for a moment in the face of his epic enhancement!
"you……!"
"What do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'what do you mean'?" Han Sen's voice interrupted Long Juan's blustering question, sounding deep in her ear, "You're already here, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"
"Perfect, it's more lively to have a barbecue with more people."
As she spoke, her warm breath brushed against Tornado's sensitive earlobe, instantly turning her fair earlobes a lovely pink.
The unspoken meaning—
I didn't even contact you, yet you proactively delivered the goods to my door.
Then don't leave.
Tornado's red-faced little head finally snapped out of its panic. She struggled symbolically in his arms for a couple of moments, only to find it was all in vain.
She had no choice but to raise her delicate, porcelain-doll-like face, glare at him with her emerald green eyes that seemed to contain a whole galaxy of stars, and huffed, "Hmph! Fine, I'll eat! Do you think I'm afraid of you?!"
Looking at the adorable girl in his arms, who was stubborn but soft-hearted, Han Sen shrugged with satisfaction as he carried her toward the grill.
Just then, he suddenly noticed that the girl in his arms reached out her fair little hand and tugged hard at his clothes.
"Hey... in front of outsiders, you're not allowed to call me that... that title!"
The tornado's sound and momentum unconsciously weakened, becoming as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
Beneath the black, slit-hemmed long dress, the barely visible area of her cleavage taut slightly with tension.
Han Sen raised an eyebrow, pretending not to understand, and deliberately leaned close to her ear to ask, "What's your name?"
"It's that bubble... Ahhhhhh...!! Anyway, it's absolutely forbidden!!!"
Tornado, filled with shame and indignation, turned red on the spot, and her powerful telekinetic abilities were almost out of control due to Han Sen's provocation.
"Okay, okay! In front of outsiders, you should call her 'Tornado of Terror'~~"
Han Sen drawled out his words, the teasing tone in his voice was self-evident.
Tornado gave up resisting, burying her face in his chest, having already given up on herself.
Playing with the red-bellied wildcat in their arms, the two slowly flew back to the grill at their temporary campsite.
"Come, come, let me introduce you."
Han Sen and Tatsumaki landed on the ground, his long arm still around her slender waist, asserting his dominance: "Tatsumi, this is my friend, Saitama, a hero he plays for fun."
Listening to Han Sen's introduction, Tornado looked up and took another look at the strange bald man she had seen from afar.