The S-Class Heroes at the center of the hurricane's eye stopped arguing.
The steadily intensifying clash of psychic power was still within what most of them could withstand, but with their keen eyes, how could they fail to see that neither Josen nor Tatsumaki had truly exerted themselves in their standoff?
Zombieman, whose physical strength was the weakest, casually wiped away the blood seeping from his eyes. The power of immortality embedded in his genes was rapidly repairing cells throughout his body.
There was no sign of it on the outside, but his body had already suffered severe damage under the crushing psychic pressure.
Psychic powers?
They really are a troublesome kind of power.
If it were me, I could only try to see whether I could hold out until they exhausted themselves... but thinking about it, that probably wouldn't be possible either, would it?
That was what he thought.
Sitch, the only ordinary person in the venue, was instead completely unharmed. The psychic power Tatsumaki had used to silence him had now become a shield, keeping him from suffering any harm.
No matter how prickly, mercurial, irritable, forceful, and unapproachable the shell she presented to the outside world might be, Tatsumaki always retained an unknown tenderness within her heart, one few people could understand.
Josen glanced at the carefully protected Sitch and made up his mind.
I'll go a little easier on the rebellious little girl when I teach her a lesson later. It's not like there's some deep-seated grudge between us.
On the other side, the ever-proud Tatsumaki had not expected Josen to withstand her telekinetic power so easily.
It was not that she thought too highly of herself. Rather, no one capable of doing this with psychic powers had ever appeared before.
If psychic powers had a