[Another spear thrust at you, and you caught it with your backhand. Your shoulder armor released a counter-current, propelling you nearly a thousand meters upwards before stopping. Looking down, you saw the Purple-Gold King's face filled with horror; he couldn't believe anyone could catch a spear thrown at such speed.]
You snorted coldly, then swooped down towards his position, simultaneously hurling your spear at seven times the speed of sound, piercing through the White Feather King who was preparing to ambush you from behind.
[The Meteor King streaked across the sky, his back shattered by two punches from you, and he retreated in a panic.]
[Iron Claw King darted out from the right, and you precisely aimed your heat ray and plasma at his head, melting him halfway before he rolled to the side to dodge.]
[You approached the Purple-Gold King, and before he could even utter a sound like, "Please...", you pierced his shoulder armor, tore apart the internal pressure bands and other power-generating devices, and rendered the largest arm of this battle armor useless.]
At the same time, another javelin, tightly gripped by the exoskeleton arm, fell to the ground. He was preparing to use words to provoke your hesitation before launching a sneak attack, but little did he know that you had already noticed this subtle movement.
"Did you really not foresee that scene using precognition?"
[You used your foot to flick up the falling javelin, then your right hand precisely caught it and swiftly thrust it into the Purple Gold King's chest.]
[With the power you wielded, the javelin exploded at 300% of its self-destructive potential, piercing his breastplate without resistance and reaching deep into his body, completely shattering his upper body.]
The "Purple Gold Spear" exoskeleton, now deprived of its pilot's power supply, collapsed limply. You, meanwhile, casually grabbed the dozens of javelins behind him, ready to indulge in a game of throwing.
[The arms of the War Dragon XI haven't undergone the same throwing-specific modifications as the Purple Gold Spear, but that doesn't matter; it's still stronger than the Purple Gold King in use.]
"The Purple Gold King-Slaying Spear, wherever the King is, that's where the spear will be." You're carrying a stack of spears in one hand, and with the other, you're scooping up javelins and throwing them around.
[You maneuver amidst a group of kings, dodging incoming cannonballs, slashing blades, and blasting energy streams. With each downward grab, upward lift, and forward throw of your right hand, you single-handedly eliminate multiple trash kings within hundreds of meters.]
If one javelin isn't enough, then two will do.
Within minutes of the battle commencing, over twenty-five kings had fallen, and those who remained were filled with terror, their initial confidence turning into fear.
"That's too strong! That's way too strong!"
"How can the gap between us and those at the monarch level be so vast?"
"Could it be... that he's considered a top-tier expert among king-level beings?"
"Damn it, why haven't the other monarch-level beings arrived yet? I was hoping they could take their time so we could get our hands on the five hundred million... but we're no match for this monster!"
These spammers are confused because they are unaware that the information they received about you before was edited out.
[To keep these trash kings occupied for longer, the conglomerate sent them videos of your battles with bounty hunters, letting them understand your attack methods and the various functions of the War Dragon XI armor.]
[However, to prevent these trash kings from retreating out of fear of you, the consortium did not send them the subsequent videos of you navigating through artillery fire unscathed and single-handedly defeating a level-two legion.]
[Because in the first video, the strength you revealed could only be considered "King-level," meaning you could be overwhelmed and killed by them.]
[And in the following two videos, the level of achievement... it's beyond what can be described as monarchical!]
That's an emperor-level being, a true god-like existence on earth!
"...Where did this new level come from?"
[The Trash Emperor is an ultimate powerhouse, one that might only appear once every thirty years on a wasteland planet. Not only does he possess the cultivation of an Inner Manipulator, but he has also utilized the planet's resources to their limits, creating an exoskeleton with a performance approaching 200, reaching the "world's upper limit"!]
Although your exoskeleton's performance stats are below 100, under your piloting, it has achieved Emperor-level combat feats!
The conglomerate clearly understands that you are an existence that those "kings" can never match!
Even if one, two, or even seven or eight worthless rulers pass by, the possibility of them posing a threat to you is still extremely low!
Therefore—they never placed their hopes on the Garbage King; the only purpose of those henchmen was to waste your time and energy.
[...]
Although the Trash Kings realized your invincibility, they still didn't dare to consider the "Emperor level." To them, the Trash Emperor was like those inner-city middle schools—a level of near-transcendence, and they wouldn't act rashly.
However, before the arrival of other monarch-level beings, they intentionally changed their policy towards you. Instead of launching a fierce attack to take you down, they circled around you, attacking from a distance to keep you occupied.
"Money over life." You shook your head. Although they had evolved from mindless ants charging at you into mosquitoes swarming in the distance, waiting for their chance, they still gradually fell to your fists.
[The only difference is that the death rate has decreased from one every ten seconds to one per minute.]
[Your kill speed has slowed down, but the speed of the trash kings rushing in from all directions hasn't slowed down.]
The first to arrive were the fast-moving trash kings from nearby areas, while those from farther away that were also fast, or those from closer areas that were slower, arrived one after another.
"Thirty-seven kings, Flying Chariot King, Thirty-eight kings, Golden Horn King..."
[A hundred kilometers away, a Chinese-made exoskeleton sets up a telescope to closely monitor the battlefield and calculate the number of kings who have fallen in this war.]
He counted softly, trembling uncontrollably with fear.
"There are too many. Too many garbage kings have died. Countless regions will be reshuffled, and parts of the entire planet will undergo drastic changes!"
"Isn't it normal for a localized change to occur? Otherwise, wouldn't it start from the mouth?"
[Again, a bluish-white figure rushed past. The observer glanced at him: "It's the Azure Dragon King. He's the Garbage King of District 2145, a 'Mid-Level King.'"]
Three minutes later, he saw the Azure Dragon King, having recklessly charged at you, be cleaved into five vertical stripes by a single strike.
The observer continued counting: "Forty-one kings, Azure Dragon King..."
Suddenly, he felt a slight tremor beneath his feet, as if something had crawled under his feet.
The well-informed observer instantly recognized the source of the turmoil, and felt as if an invisible hand was squeezing his heart, threatening to burst it.
He uttered two words.
【"……king."】
...
(At dawn? (ˉ﹃ˉ?))
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