182: Chapter 182 Don't Get Lost in Memories

"No way... is Wan Chaoren actually going to lose?"

The Branch President stared with wide eyes, his face full of disbelief as he intently watched the live broadcast screen.

No one could have imagined that this obscure young man named Chen Moxuan would be able to completely suppress the heavily enhanced Wan Chaoren.

The Branch President sensed something was wrong and, burning with anxiety, instructed the operator: "Quick, cut the live broadcast feed to somewhere else!"

Seeing the feed switch to the Fugitives faction surrounding and killing the Hunters faction, the Branch President hurriedly asked again: "Check the leaderboard quickly, is there anyone who meets the conditions to summon a hero?"

Due to the rule restrictions reported by Wang Puchuan, all heroes could only enter C City by spending points to summon them.

Now that the national broadcast was live, they no longer had the guts to use cheating methods like manipulating points.

"There are a few who meet the conditions, but they are all people from the Fugitives faction."

The operator quickly checked the leaderboard and informed the Branch President of the situation regarding the top-ranked individuals.

"Immediately issue a mission to them through the event app, explain that the situation is critical, and have them spend points to summon heroes right away to come and support Wan Chaoren. You handle the mission rewards, but make sure they don't hesitate any longer!"

"O-okay."

Immediately after, the operator hurriedly issued the mission to those individuals, yet they either glanced at it and ignored it, or directly clicked reject.

The various squad leaders of the Fugitives faction were all loyal followers of the Mo Sect.

Lv Ling had already clearly arranged exactly when and where they should use their points.

They would not acknowledge any other circumstances.

"P-President, no one is responding, and..."

The operator had a bitter expression. "The official broadcast feed has been switched, but there are still many private channels live-streaming that battle..."

"What should we do... should we temporarily cut off all live streams?"

The operator asked the Branch President with a bitter expression.

Wan Chaoren's power stemmed from the unwavering faith of his fans.

The consequences of being beaten up by an enemy in front of fans nationwide were far more severe than just the gradual weakening of the power boost he had received.

As time passed, even the deeply ingrained concept that 'Wan Chaoren cannot be injured' would begin to crumble and waver.

By cutting off the broadcast now, the Special Ability boost Wan Chaoren gained through the stream would not dissipate immediately in the short term.

Furthermore, this could avoid shaking the Foundation of his abilities.

Moreover, once the national broadcast was cut off, they would gain a little room to maneuver, allowing them to bypass certain established restrictions and dispatch heroes to reinforce him.

Hearing the operator's suggestion, the Branch President fell into deep thought, his expression turning gloomy.

The G District Hero Association had poured a great deal of effort and resources into Wan Chaoren, almost treating him as the face and brand of the G District Hero Association.

Being pinned to the ground and beaten wantonly on a national broadcast would undoubtedly have an extremely negative impact on the image of the G District Hero Association.

Although Wan Chaoren had the personality of a giant baby and would occasionally do some outrageous and absurd things.

But as a fighter, he was undoubtedly the most diligent and outstanding one among the A-Rank Heroes.

If he could provide aid, the Branch President would still be willing to give it a try.

But... cutting off the national broadcast might anger the Superpower Association.

Even if there was only a tiny possibility, the Branch President didn't dare to gamble.

Even though he had to be subservient when facing A-Rank Heroes in his position, he was very glorious when facing ordinary people.

Having finally reached his current position, the Branch President valued his own life more than anything.

If something really happened, he, as the person who made the decision, would definitely be the one held accountable.

Others might not know, but the Branch President knew very well.

Compared to Wan Chaoren, anyone from the Superpower Association was even more unfathomable.

If this world was a playground for Transcendent, then the people from the Superpower Association were the managers of this playground.

All major actions of the Hero Association, whether it was maintaining the hero image at all costs or establishing mental hospitals, were all following the instructions of the Superpower Association.

As long as he did nothing, the G District Hero Association might lose face, but at most they would just be ranked lower in the subsequent resource allocation.

He himself would not need to bear any risk.

"Cut what? The Superpower Association might also be watching the live stream, you tell me how to cut it?!"

The Branch President slammed the table, feigning rage, and shouted sternly, "Switching the official broadcast feed to somewhere else is already the limit of what we can do!"

"Relying on having a bit of strength, he has always been arrogant and reckless within the Association, but in reality, he is just a paper tiger."

"That's it, leave him alone! He can clean up the mess he caused himself!"

The Branch President looked furious, but his heart was crystal clear: "Anyway, that guy won't die, getting a beating will just help him learn a lesson."

"Once the 5-minute summoning time is up, maybe he can still crawl back in a sorry state..."

The image of Wan Chaoren's invincible body was too deeply ingrained in people's hearts.

Even though he witnessed Chen Moxuan erupt with terrifying combat power at this moment, the Branch President still stubbornly refused to believe that Wan Chaoren would die here.

Including those fans of Wan Chaoren.

When they saw the official broadcast feed switch, they quickly flooded into other private channels to follow the aftermath of the battle.

Although the scene of Wan Chaoren being beaten and suppressed by Chen Moxuan felt inconceivable, they still firmly believed that Wan Chaoren would not be injured.

However, the first to waver was Wan Chaoren himself.

From the moment he engaged with Chen Moxuan, his confidence had been repeatedly crushed in every clash.

His power had clearly been continuously increasing from beginning to end, yet Chen Moxuan had always handled it with ease, suppressing him firmly in return.

Now, Wan Chaoren's Special Ability boost had reached its limit, yet he was still unable to catch his breath under Chen Moxuan's storm-like attacks.

In reality, even though Chen Moxuan was continuously launching fierce offensives, Wan Chaoren had not actually sustained any serious injuries.

But Chen Moxuan's fists showed no signs of lessening in force; instead, they hit harder and harder, each punch carrying the momentum of a landslide.

The pain he hadn't tasted in a long time gradually magnified with Wan Chaoren's wavering, like ants gnawing, each bite heavier than the last.

"No, impossible... no, am I going to lose?"

"Right! As long as that five-minute summoning time is up, I can escape this hellhole and go back safely!"

"As long as I hold out for these five minutes..."

"Damn it! Why is five minutes so long!"

In the third minute of Wan Chaoren enduring the rain-like violent offensive.

As the pain became more and more intense, Wan Chaoren's confidence, which was already on the verge of its limit, completely collapsed at this moment.

Lv Ling's analysis was correct; to achieve a Breakthrough against Wan Chaoren's defense, one had to start with the faith of Wan Chaoren's fans.

But Chen Moxuan's action was to directly crush Wan Chaoren's faith in himself.

When the person carrying the faith lost even the conviction that supported them, the Power Of Faith placed upon them would also, like water without a source, quickly dissipate into nothingness.

The very moment the golden flames wrapping around Wan Chaoren suddenly dissipated, countless lightning-like fist shadows landed fiercely on his defenseless body.

Wan Chaoren's consciousness instantly drifted far away.

"Brother, why do those people not dare to make eye contact with us?"

A little boy with red hair tilted his head, his face full of confusion and bewilderment.

"Because they know they are not the same as us."

Wan Chaoren curled his lips into a sneer of disdain, sweeping his gaze contemptuously over the surrounding crowd with a look as if he were looking at trash.

"We are destined from birth to be above them; the life they are able to live now is all thanks to us.

Their life and death are merely things we can control with a single thought."

"Listen well, as long as these people dare to show even the slightest disrespect towards us, then... ahhh!"

Suddenly, a sharp pain deep in his Soul struck like a surging tide, pulling Wan Chaoren back from his memories into reality.

Wan Chaoren felt as if his head were about to explode, and his throat let out an uncontrollable, loud roar.

It took him a while to come to his senses, and he tried his best to open his heavy eyelids.

What met his eyes was a gaze that was both familiar and strange to him.

That gaze was like looking at a worthless piece of trash, filled with contempt and disdain.

"Don't go indulging in memories on your own..."

Chen Moxuan's expression was indifferent, his tone without a ripple.

He hovered in mid-air, casually grabbing Wan Chaoren's already shattered body with one hand.

Just like holding a tattered, worn-out rag.