The Monitored Target!

Could a human stop a steel behemoth weighing dozens of tons with his bare hands?

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The answer was: absolutely impossible!

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At least, by the standards of the current world, humans were incapable of doing such a thing.

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Before long, someone in the crowd that had just been facing imminent death let out a cheer.

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"Holy crap, Superman!"

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"Honey, come look at God!"

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"Oh my god, has spiritual energy returned?"

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The cacophony of excited voices and the reverent gazes of these people gave Maximus a headache for the first time.

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Surrounded by these "tiny" humans, he was asked for autographs and whether he was from "Krypton."

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Maximus looked completely at a loss, even a little flustered.

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If these were enemies, he could have fought his way out with his wealth of experience and formidable strength. But the problem was... these were humans!

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And it was no exaggeration to say that even on Holy Terra back then, no one had purer blood than "they" did.

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Maximus now almost believed Alvin's claim that this was "Terra" from tens of thousands of years ago.

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If this wasn't Holy Terra from tens of thousands of years ago, how could there be so many humans with such pure blood?

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Watching Maximus's pleading gaze, Alvin could barely keep from laughing at the sight of the warrior who could tear apart tigers and leopards with his bare hands and had slaughtered countless Xenos—the Sorcerer Tyrant—standing helplessly amid the enthusiastic crowd.

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He even saw an elderly man trembling as he shoved freshly bought soy milk and fried dough sticks into Maximus's arms.

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"Thank you, child." The old man's wrinkled hands held Maximus's thick fingers as gently as a baby's.