Zone 3.
Outside Heavy Machinery's headquarters.
Hundred-Ton King stared in shock at the little guy who had dodged three of his punches in a row. "You've got some moves, kid."
Baomu was terrified. He had never imagined he would face an S-Class Hero someday. If the shoes Great-Uncle Seven had given him, the laces his sister had tied, and the ill-fitting socks the shoe store owner had thrown in on a buy-one-get-one deal hadn't made him trip three times in a row, he would already have been off to his next reincarnation.
The green glow of his superpower activated again.
"That trick again?" This time, Hundred-Ton King didn't clutch his stomach, because he had already finished shitting. "I'm all out of shit. Now it's your turn to die."
Just as Hundred-Ton King charged, ready to flatten Baomu into a photograph—
Zzzzt!
Light of the Firmament hovered in the air, her eyes blazing. Two solar beams struck Hundred-Ton King square in the chest, sending him flying sideways over three hundred meters. He smashed through three walls of high-entropy alloy before finally stopping.
The acrid smell of ozone filled the air.
Chen Feng clenched his fists and cheered. "Yes! That's how you play a mage! Zap the hell out of him!"
At his words, Light of the Firmament's eyes lit up again. She unleashed her beams at the spot where Hundred-Ton King had fallen. Their heat and power were so immense that they blasted up an enormous mushroom cloud.
Oh, crap.
Smoke means no damage.
Chen Feng warned her just in time. "Fly! Now!"
The enemy's already dead. Why bother flying?
That was what Light of the Firmament thought, but her body obediently followed the order. Just as she lifted Baomu, the Jujutsu Sorcerer, Ying, and Chen Feng with her force field—