Suddenly, Mark stretched out his hand and, with his metal-control power, grabbed the Ford sedan carrying Ian Song, Faye Shangguan, and Cynthia Murong. Instantly, the ton-heavy Ford lifted off the ground and flew straight toward Mark.
"What the hell is going on?!" Faye Shangguan shouted in shock.
"Hmph!"
Ian Song let out a cold snort, sword essence surging within him. In that instant, the airborne Ford suddenly accelerated, streaking forward like a bolt of lightning.
Bang!
The Ford sedan smashed straight into Mark, sending him flying dozens of meters before crashing to the ground.
Mark got up from the ground, looking baffled. His esper ability was metal manipulation—he should be able to control anything metallic.
But just now, his power had lost control.
Unwilling to accept it, he activated his ability again, reaching for the Ford sedan.
Thud!
In a flash, Mark was sent flying by the car once again.
"Shit!"
Mark cursed loudly as he got up, but he no longer dared to use his power to control the Ford sedan.
"Let's get out of the car!"
Ian Song led Faye Shangguan and Cynthia Murong out of the Ford sedan.
"Are you with the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs?"
Ian looked at Mark and asked. Before coming to the US, the Head of State had sent him a dossier—all about the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs.
Simply put, the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs was made up of a group of espers.
S-Class was the highest rank, D-Class the lowest.
S-Class espers were incredibly powerful—at least stronger than Innate Ninth Layer martial artists.
Twenty years ago, an S-Class esper from the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs known as "Thunder God" infiltrated Centralia. He was besieged by three Innate Ninth Layer masters, but the fight ended in a draw.
According to the files, the Bureau has a total of five S-Class espers.
They are Thunder God Bowen Ray, Wolf God Sergei Volkoff, Mecha Overlord Garren Steele, Venom Queen Medusa Kane, and Dr. Basilisk Viper.
Thunder God wields lightning powers and has the strongest attack among the five.
Wolf God Sergei wasn’t originally American, but a werewolf from Bear Nation. Without transforming, he’s weaker than Thunder God, but once transformed, he can fight Thunder God to a standstill. However, his transformation only lasts half an hour and leaves him weakened afterward.
As for Mecha Overlord Garren Steele, his esper ability is mastery over all kinds of machinery. He’s a madman—aside from his own head, his entire body has been rebuilt into powerful mechanical weapons.
Venom Queen Medusa Kane controls toxins. She once stormed a terrorist stronghold alone and poisoned over two thousand militants to death. Her terror isn’t just her raw power, but her mastery of poison.
Finally, there’s Dr. Basilisk Viper. He’s another madman—originally a biologist, but after being paralyzed, he injected himself with animal genes, causing his body to mutate. He can walk again, but has turned into a monster.
"Shit, who the hell are you?" Mark glared at Ian Song, his eyes full of hostility.
Ian Song smirked playfully. "Didn’t expect the Bureau to show up. Interesting. You’re an A-Class esper, aren’t you?"
Mark’s heart sank. "Looks like you know quite a bit!"
"I know even more than you think!"
Before the words faded, Ian Song suddenly vanished.
Bang!
Mark’s body was sent flying again, crashing fifty meters away.
"Holy crap, is he Superman? He just punched a guy that far!" Faye Shangguan and Cynthia Murong stared in shock.
"Damn bastard! If you’ve got guts, fight me head-on! Sneak attacks aren’t heroic!" Mark struggled to his feet, glanced at his caved-in chest, and cursed. But his chest quickly healed itself.
"As you wish! Come on!" Ian Song beckoned Mark with a finger.
"Bastard! Die!"
Mark’s hands writhed, and a golden longsaber and a silver broadsword appeared.
Weapons in hand, he swung viciously at Ian Song, while the ten-meter-long Ford sedan soared up and hurtled toward Ian as a projectile.
"You’re too slow!"
Just as the blades were about to strike, Ian simply sneered and kicked out. Mark was sent flying again. With a casual wave, Ian sent the Ford sedan back to its original spot, unharmed.
Inside the temporary command room.
Clarissa stared at the computer screen, watching Mark get kicked away. She covered her eyes, groaning, "Oh, damn it, how can this guy be so strong?"
On the street.
Mark, like an indestructible cockroach, got up again and charged at Ian Song.
"Idiot!"
Watching the video feed, Clarissa couldn’t help but curse.
"Courting death!"
Ian Song now held a longsword.
With a flash of sword light, Mark was sliced into dozens of pieces—but bizarrely, not a drop of blood was spilled.
Even stranger, the pieces of Mark began to melt, turning into pools of silver liquid metal, then merging together.
Splash!
A humanoid figure rose from the metal liquid—Mark again.
But now, his aura was much weaker.
"Bastard, I’ll kill you!"
Mark charged at Ian Song once more.
Ian’s longsword danced, slicing Mark into hundreds of pieces.
Just as the hundreds of pieces began to melt and merge, Ian didn’t give him another chance. With a wave, hundreds of fireballs appeared and rained down on the metal puddles.
The fireballs burned at extreme temperatures, igniting the metal instantly.
Agonized screams echoed from the burning flames.
At the computer, Clarissa couldn’t sit still any longer.
She quickly stripped off all her clothes, leaving nothing, and vanished into thin air.
Invisibility ability!
Not only is she the Bureau’s strategic analyst, she’s also an esper with invisibility powers.
The blaze burned for a full three minutes before fading.
The metal liquid wasn’t completely destroyed, but only a third remained.
The remaining liquid wriggled and merged, forming a silver figure—still Mark, but now only eighty centimeters tall.
The newly reformed Mark didn’t dare charge again. He knew he was no match for this giant Black man.
The flames had burned away two-thirds of his metal essence. He’d have to devour a mountain of metal to regain his original power—a thought that gave him a headache.
"Hey, mister, I think we can talk!"
At that moment, a blurry figure appeared behind Faye Shangguan and Cynthia Murong, cold daggers pressed to their necks. Clearly, they’d been taken hostage by the invisible esper.
"Another invisible esper? Things are getting interesting. But I don’t like negotiating under threat!"
Ian Song smiled and flicked his finger.
As if teleporting, two strands of compressed air force slammed into the blurry figure’s chest. With a scream, she was blasted out of stealth.