Chapter 344: Chapter 45: Exit of the Weak
Buzz...
A tremendous pressure erupted from the figure in the sky, instantly shattering the ominous clouds overhead.
An overwhelming sense of oppression came crashing down from above.
Even the air was distorted by the force, and the rubble on the ground shattered with a loud crack. Every dragon-level monster felt a weight crush down on their shoulders.
Their expressions grew increasingly grave.
"What terrifying pressure..."
"Is this guy really a human hero?"
S-Class hero Silver Fang and his elder brother Bomb had just arrived. Atomic Samurai, accompanied by his three disciples, also appeared at that moment.
After exchanging quick greetings—
Atomic Samurai looked up toward the sky, his expression tense. "That is...?"
Bang shook his head. "I’m not sure, but this overwhelming aura... it reminds me of someone."
Atomic Samurai’s eyes narrowed. "The Swordmaster?"
Bang didn’t answer.
And then—
A youthful, light-hearted laugh echoed from the figure in the sky, resounding across the heavens.
"Hero Association, Monster Association... Justice versus Evil. Quite the fascinating contrast. I imagine if you two met under normal circumstances, you’d tear each other apart, fight to the death, no?"
Hearing that, Genos, Bang, and the others were all visibly shaken.
Monster Association?
So those monsters were indeed organized!
Child Emperor, Zombie Man, Watchdog Man, and Superalloy Darkshine also arrived at the scene, moving to stand beside Atomic Samurai and Bang. The gathered heroes all looked up, eager to hear what the mysterious figure would say next. What was he really planning?
"Instead of letting heroes and monsters maul each other like beasts," the boy continued with a laugh, "why not make this a proper match? Let’s find out—are heroes truly stronger, or are monsters the superior force?"
As all eyes locked on him, the silver-haired youth pointed toward a suspended, mountain-sized section of desolate urban ruins floating in the sky.
"That—" he said with a faint smile, "is the arena I prepared for you."
Both the heroes and monsters tensed slightly at his words.
Tatsumaki frowned. "What the hell is that guy thinking?"
Fubuki’s eyes were locked on him, unblinking.
The Homeless Emperor scoffed coldly, "Hero Association, Monster Association—only one side should survive. A match? Ridiculous. The only thing fitting for us is war."
"Perfect,"
Metal Bat, Puri-Puri Prisoner, Pig God, and Flashy Flash walked up beside the other S-Class heroes. Metal Bat, resting his bat on his shoulder, tilted his head toward the monsters and shouted arrogantly, "Honestly, I don’t need no stage or arena. I could take you all out myself!"
"What did you say, punk?!"
A horde of Black Sperms bristled with fury. "You’ve got guts—why don’t you come over here and try it!"
"Who’s afraid of who?!"
Metal Bat didn’t hesitate—he charged toward the Monster Association.
Seeing him dash off, the other S-Class heroes exchanged glances, then nodded.
They followed him without hesitation.
Across from them, looking at the charging heroes, Monster King Fuhrer Ugly crossed his arms and let out a mocking chuckle. "Fools."
"Lord Fuhrer, leave this to us."
Awakened Mantis, the Vampire, Princess MiseryS, Lord Stench Flower, Martial Arts Senior and several other Demon-level monsters stepped forward with squads of Tiger-level monsters and charged toward the heroes.
Phoenix Man descended from the sky, landing gracefully. He looked ahead and said, "They’re not going to win, are they?"
"Who cares," the Great President sneered with twisted amusement. "They’re just cannon fodder anyway."
Homeless Emperor crossed his arms, expression cold and sharp. "Let them test the heroes’ strength. It’ll be worth watching."
Just as the clash between S-Class heroes and the swarm of monsters was about to erupt—
A massive crimson slash came crashing down from the sky.
It carved a colossal trench, thousands of meters long and bottomless in depth, straight between the two sides.
Everyone froze in stunned silence.
Hovering above the trench stood a silver-haired youth with mismatched golden-blue vertical pupils.
Genos’s eyes widened in shock the moment he saw him.
Saitama looked up at Ron with his usual deadpan expression. "Oh, it’s Ron-kun."
Ron stood mid-air, surveying both the heroes and monsters below, then smiled gently.
"Whoever wins the arena battle..." he said lightly, "I’ll help them."
His words rang loud and clear through the dead-silent battlefield.
Deep underground, Psykos’s gaze sharpened.
This guy’s power... it’s unfathomable. If we can pull him to the Monster Association’s side...
She immediately ordered the psychic Eye-Creature to relay a telepathic command to all monsters: Cease the attack.
The heroes were utterly confused.
Even Tatsumaki and Fubuki couldn’t make sense of it.
Flashy Flash furrowed his brow. "Is he... that Swordmaster?"
"What’s he thinking?" he muttered, voice tinged with caution.
Superalloy Darkshine scratched his head in confusion. "Is he seriously going to side with the monsters? That’s insane."
Metal Bat tightened his grip around the bat, his eyes filled with anger.
Bang’s expression turned grim.
Atomic Samurai couldn’t hold back and shouted up at Ron, "Why are you doing this?! You’re human, aren’t you?!"
"The reason?" Ron’s otherworldly handsome face curled into a mischievous smile.
"Well... because it’s more fun this way."
The moment he finished—
He threw a single punch toward the horde of Demon and Tiger-level monsters.
With that single blow—
A massive crater over a hundred meters wide, unfathomably deep, opened up in the ground.
Nearly a hundred monsters vanished from existence.
As both S-Class heroes and dragon-level monsters stared in wide-eyed horror, the silver-haired youth—neither god nor devil—lowered his fist, still wrapped in ominous black aura, and laughed softly:
"The weak... exit the stage."