Displeasure

With each step, the air seemed to be pressed down by an invisible hammer, even the dust motes settled down.

Qi Heng casually remarked, as if discussing the weather, "Super 17, if I remember correctly, you're about 2.5 meters tall, right?"

Super 17 was stunned, almost thinking he had misheard, "... What?"

Qi Heng continued walking forward, his tone excessively casual, "I don't really like people being too much taller than me, so just that alone makes me quite uncomfortable."

Super 17's expression instantly changed, shock turning into twisted rage, his blood-red eyes practically spitting fire. "You... you're playing me?!"

Qi Heng tilted his head slightly, as if he were really pondering this statement, and then a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

I guess so.

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure suddenly vanished completely and cleanly from the spot, as if erased by an eraser.

Only a wisp of golden light slowly dissipated, and the empty void in front of Super 17 made one's heart tighten.

The next second, Qi Heng seemed to tear through the air, instantly appearing in front of Super 17.

Before his foot had even fully touched the ground, his right fist had already slammed out—so fast it was like a blur, too fast for the eyes to follow.

A thin layer of golden light enveloped the fist, dazzlingly bright, with a deep, resonant hum, leaving a dazzling golden trail, as if even the air itself was being burned with tiny cracks.

Super 17's blood-red electronic eyes flashed wildly, desperately trying to capture the trajectory of the fist, but its body couldn't keep up with its brain at all.

He could only instinctively cross his arms in front of his chest, and a thick energy shield immediately rose on the black metal shell.

"Bang--!!!"

The moment they collided, the deafening roar made everyone's ears ring.

The sound was even more terrifying than a metal mountain colliding head-on.

The golden fist force, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly tore the shield to shreds.

Then came that teeth-grinding sound—metal twisting, bones shattering, Super 17's arms were struck at bizarre angles, cracks spreading outwards from the point of impact, exposing the internal mechanical skeleton and energy lines, with blue sparks and dark bionic blood splattering everywhere.

Qi Heng held nothing back, unleashing his full power upon Super 17.

Super 17 flew backward like a cannonball, becoming a black afterimage.

Sonic boom clouds exploded in concentric circles behind him.

First, it crashed into the rocky mountain behind it, which was several hundred meters high. The mountain was carved out of a huge hole, and boulders flew everywhere.

But he didn't stop, and crashed through the second and third steeper peaks in succession.

With each impact, the earth trembled, and dust billowed into the sky, forming three enormous columns of dust that aligned in a line.

Finally, he was embedded hard at the bottom of the fourth mountain, completely buried by the collapsing boulders, leaving only a bottomless, smoking pit.

The battlefield was ravaged, but a gust of wind dispersed some of the dust and smoke.

Qi Heng slowly withdrew his fist, and the golden flames on his arm gradually faded away.

He hovered in mid-air, his golden eyes as calm as the sun, staring intently at the ruins from a great distance.

His black hair swayed slightly in the air, yet his body was spotless.

"Stand up."

His voice wasn't loud, but it eerily pierced through the wind and the clatter of falling gravel, reaching the ears of every spectator—whether it was the terrified humans in the distant city or other beings observing with Scouter.

Cold and forceful. "I know you're not dead yet."

A deathly silence fell.

A few seconds later, the pile of boulders suddenly shook violently.

With a deafening roar, countless rocks were violently blasted apart from the inside, scattering in all directions.

Super 17 staggered to his feet from the smoke and dust.

He looks terrible right now.

Its arms hung limply like a broken doll, the joints deformed, the exposed mechanical structure still flashing unstable electric light, and large patches of bionic skin peeled off, leaving only a charred metal skeleton.

But his core was still roaring wildly, his self-healing system desperately trying to repair the damaged parts, and nanomechanics and energy flow were visibly writhing and intertwining at the wound, trying to reconnect the broken structure.

He raised his head, and in his bloodshot optical eyes, the initial shock had turned into utter anger and despair, mixed with excruciating pain and shame.

Energy leaked out uncontrollably from the damaged area, and black arcs of electricity crackled and popped on his body.

"You... you monster..."

His voice crackled with static, each word sounding like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth, as if he were gritting his teeth in hatred.

"Monster?" Qi Heng's lips curled into an almost imperceptible smile, cold as ice, his golden eyes reflecting Super 17's disheveled appearance.

Maybe.

He didn't intend to say anything more, and slowly raised his right hand, palm facing Super 17 in the distance.

His movements were as casual as pushing open a door, but the moment his palm was aimed, the surrounding air suddenly became so heavy it was suffocating, and a sense of oppression spread like a tide.

"It's time to end this."

He uttered those words as if delivering a verdict.

The electronic eye of Super 17 shrank to the size of a pinhead.

Despair drove him to one last act of madness.

He let out a bloodcurdling roar, "Then let's all perish together--!!!"

He released all the energy reserves in his body, along with the reactor's maximum output, all at once!

Boom!

Inky black, viscous flames, seemingly about to drip, erupted from his tattered body, shooting straight into the sky.

The aura was so intense it was almost unbelievable; even the clouds high in the sky were tinged with an ominous black, as if night had fallen prematurely.

The earth beneath our feet was groaning and cracking, while the distant sea was churning violently, with giant waves rising and falling tens of meters high.

Even from a distance, the coastal city groaned in pain under this energy shock, large shards of glass shattered, and spiderwebs appeared on the walls.

"Hell Energy Blast - Full Power--!!!"

He roared hoarsely, as black flames frantically gathered and compressed above his head.

A black energy sphere with a diameter of over 100 meters formed above his head, its surface flowing with dark red energy patterns, its interior so black it could devour all light, and destructive waves spread wildly.

This thing didn't resemble an energy sphere; it was more like a black sun descending upon the earth, its oppressive aura causing everything to tremble, even the planets seemed to shake.

The air around the energy sphere distorted, light was swallowed up, and space itself rippled unstablely.

"Go to hell--!!!"

Super 17 gritted his teeth and pushed his broken arms forward with all his might! The black energy ball, carrying the momentum to crush everything, slowly but irresistibly pressed down on Qi Heng.

Where it passed, the earth was plowed with deep furrows by energy, the air was ionized, and explosions continued incessantly.

Faced with this ultimate blow that could cause the continental plates to collapse and the world to change color, Qi Heng simply hovered there quietly, without even changing his expression.