CHAPTER 394: CHAPTER 237: BLUE ARC VS. MU LONG, REVENGE, BLACK ELECTRIC LIGHT

Above Li Jing Square, everyone was staring blankly at the video being shown on the screen.

All was silent, deathly quiet in every direction; even the giant LED screens embedded atop the skyscrapers were broadcasting the same video:

——A deep blue flash of lightning suddenly burst through the window in the hallway of a residential building, turning the man on the video into a pool of blood. A boy trapped under the rubble wailed loudly.

"Did I... do that?"

Blue Arc lifted his head, gazing blankly at the image on the screen.

In the image, blood ran across the floor, slowly reaching the boy’s cheek. The boy stretched out a hand from under the rubble, screaming hysterically, "Dad——!"

Watching this scene, Blue Arc’s pupils contracted, and he awakened as if from a dream. At this moment, he finally remembered it was the Li Jing Earthquake two years ago.

At that time, he was confronting the superpower criminal "Earth Nether," and in a situation where he was nearly cornered, he struck back desperately with a bolt of lightning, piercing the opponent’s chest and demolishing a residential building.

But then, he had no idea that inside that collapsed building...

There were other people present.

"Yes." Mu Long stared at Blue Arc and said softly, "It was you who did it."

"But... why didn’t anyone tell me before?"

Blue Arc stared motionlessly at the despairing boy on the screen, asking quietly.

"Because the people who wanted to tell you had their mouths covered; no one wanted their hero to be tarnished."

"How is that possible?"

"Don’t play dumb. Aren’t you curious who the two people in the video are?"

Mu Long asked slowly.

In the dead silence, Blue Arc slowly lowered his head, closed his eyelids, and his Adam’s apple moved up and down.

"...Who are they?"

After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice hoarse and unrecognizable.

Mu Long stared at him and said word by word, "The child on the screen... is me."

As the words fell, the crowd erupted in shock. Waves of gasps burst out from the hundreds of meters surrounding them, swallowing the two on stage like a tsunami.

In the sea of murmurs that rose like mountains, Mu Long remained expressionless, his eyes fixed on Blue Arc. At this moment, he was content, as the truth buried for many years finally surfaced, and the original culprit was standing on stage, subject to everyone’s questioning, as if swimming naked in the icy ocean.

Blue Arc lowered his head, maintaining his silence.

He didn’t seem surprised by the answer, just opened his eyes, silently backing up a step.

But he didn’t know where he could retreat to; in front was a vengeful force rushing towards him, and behind was a tsunami-like cascade of questioning voices.

Soon... his figure would be submerged.

After a long silence, Blue Arc slowly raised his head, looking at Mu Long’s face through the lens.

"Then... who is the other person?" he asked slowly, almost deceiving himself.

"My father." Mu Long said decisively.

At the moment of hearing the answer, Blue Arc was stunned in place.

"Your... father?"

He asked hoarsely.

"Yes." Mu Long said slowly, "He was just an ordinary man without your innate Divine Power, a man who loved his child like any average father would..."

He gritted his teeth, squeezing the words out through clenched lips, "So he died, like an ant, easily crushed under your foot!"

"Impossible..."

Blue Arc shook his head, retreating two steps, stumbling like a broken clockwork doll.

"Impossible?"

"Yes, impossible..." Blue Arc muttered hoarsely as he retreated, "I wouldn’t do such a thing; otherwise, how would I be different from the one who killed my mother?" He almost roared out, "Tell me, in what way am I different from the person who killed my mother?!"

Mu Long remained silent.

After a moment, he spoke, "You know, those bastards from the Mutants Association kept my mouth shut, claiming to the public that it was a hallucination I had after the disaster, saying... my father was actually crushed to death by the rubble."

Blue Arc was taken aback, his eyes shook beneath his helmet.

He slowly raised his head, meeting Mu Long’s gaze with disbelief.

Mu Long lowered his face and continued, "They even... wanted me to cooperate with a psychologist, to emerge from traumatic hallucinations."

At this, he suddenly laughed, no longer suppressing the anger in his voice:

"At that time, I felt like an insect—yes... everyone reminded me, I was just a pathetic worm, manipulated by anyone, ready to be crushed by this filthy world at any time, and you? Even if you made mistakes, there would be people supporting you, treating you like a hero."

Speaking, Mu Long suddenly drew his sword from its sheath and stepped towards Blue Arc.

With each raspy roar he made, he left spider-web-like cracks on the ground with each step.

"But those scum didn’t expect that later, I could find the footage from the past! And someday... stand here openly, revealing the truth to the public!"

The crowd below the stage was still dense like the pooling water on a rainy day, and after hearing Mu Long’s words, they looked at Blue Arc’s back in amazement.

Everyone was waiting for Blue Arc’s rebuttal and explanation, but they had never seen such a desolate back.

Even when he was covered in wounds during battle, Blue Arc still stood confidently and calmly in front of the camera because he was the people’s hope, their faithful supporter, and he couldn’t let people see him fall.