Ben10: A Romantic Adventure with a Gender-Swapped Class

The battle was like being mired in a quagmire, so heavy it was suffocating.

With each swing of Kevin's greatsword, covered in metal armor, came a piercing metallic scraping sound and sparks flying, sending the approaching Eternal Warriors flying.

Xiaowen's purple celestial energy disc was like the blade of death, emitting a sharp buzzing sound in the air, precisely cutting through the enemy's formation, and each hit exploding into a dazzling burst of energy sparks.

The transformed Viper Frog is like a mobile energy fortress, its massive body leaping nimbly, devouring incoming laser beams, and then violently spitting them back.

However, no matter how astonishing their power was, the Eternal Warriors, clad in uniform armor, were like an endless swarm of ants emerging from the depths of hell. As one group fell, more silent, fearless warriors immediately filled their place.

The clanging of metal, the explosions of energy, the terrified screams of aliens, and the deep battle cries of warriors converged into a death symphony that pierced the eardrums and tightened the nerves.

The encirclement was like an ever-tightening iron hoop, as if the air had been sucked out. Every breath carried a heavy smell of metallic dust and ozone from an energy overload, pressing heavily on everyone's chest.

In this desperate war of attrition, the four men frowned, their hearts filled with a mixture of frustration and unease, racking their brains for a way out. Suddenly, a cold, clear, metallic voice, like a poisoned ice pick, pierced through all the noise and stabbed into everyone's ears.

"You still have the option to surrender!"

The arrogance and unquestionable tone in that voice sounded so abrupt and jarring on the chaotic battlefield.

As if drawn by an invisible magnet, the four people in the midst of their fierce battle—Kevin had just parried a sneak attack with his sword, Xiaowen's celestial disc hovered in mid-air, the Evil Frog had just swallowed a beam of laser, and the energy light in Crystal Warrior's palm flickered slightly—all paused for an extremely brief moment.

Four sharp, blade-like gazes pierced through the throng of people and the swirling beams of energy almost simultaneously, pinpointing the source of the sound.

In the Samurai Center, surrounded by layers of steel jungles, they spotted the only figure not wearing a helmet.

He stood there, as if he were the embodiment of the will of the entire Cold Legion.

The armor's lines were cold and hard, as if carved by a knife and axe; his eyes were sharp, like a hawk locking onto its prey; and he exuded a sense of oppressive power, as if he had long held a superior position.

Trisk, leader of the Eternal Warriors.

Mo Bai's lips twitched upwards very subtly.

It wasn't fear, but rather the calm and certainty of a hunter, like prey finally stepping into a trap.

He raised his arm, shimmering with starlight, and pointed it unflinchingly at the core figure across the chaotic battlefield. His voice was clear and powerful, clearly drowning out the surrounding sounds of battle.

"I want to fight you one-on-one! A one-on-one match!"

This demand, in the context of a chaotic battle involving thousands of troops, seems almost absurd.

However, Mo Bai's mind was as clear as a mirror. If the other party truly held a certain samurai honor as supreme as the legends suggested, then this seemingly arrogant challenge would become the only crack to break through this impenetrable defense.

The moment the words fell, the battlefield seemed to be muted, and then an unbelievable scene unfolded.

The Eternal Warriors, who were roaring and charging with their laser swords just a moment ago, suddenly froze, their movements like images frozen in time.

The once bustling and vibrant battlefield fell into a deathly silence after Mo Bai uttered a challenge.

All that remained was the sound of the wind rustling through the tattered flags, the suppressed, fearful breathing of aliens in the distance, and the occasional clinking of metal fragments as they rolled down—all of which were particularly jarring in the eerie silence.

Mo Bai felt relieved. The first step of the plan had been a gamble that paid off. To catch the thief, you must first catch the king. Now was the perfect opportunity to expand their advantage.

He pointed again at Trisk, who stood like a statue beside the motorcycle, his voice resolute and decisive, like metal striking the ground on the silent battlefield, clearly reaching the ears of every warrior.

“If I win this duel,” he said, his gaze sharp as he swept over the still steel torrent below, “you must spare these innocent aliens, and—” he emphasized each word, “never again! Aliens must not harass Earth!”

Trisk reacted as quickly as a venomous snake hunting its prey. Almost as soon as Mo Bai finished speaking, he flipped and leaped onto the menacing hovercraft beside him with a dazzlingly fluid motion.

His movements were precise and swift, possessing a cold, refined beauty that seemed to have been ingrained in his very being.

He swiftly fastened the silver-gray helmet, and the mask slammed down with a clang, instantly sealing away all his expressions and eyes, leaving only a lifeless metal mask.

Immediately afterwards, an even colder and more cruel voice, amplified electronically, like the whisper of death, came from the helmet and crashed into the silent air.

"If I win, you—will die!" This declaration was devoid of any emotion, containing only a naked will to kill.

Faced with this chillingly direct threat of death, the subtle smile on Mo Bai's face not only did not disappear, but instead, like a flame beneath the ice, it revealed an even clearer sense of composure.

His gaze pierced through the cold metal mask, as if looking directly into the arrogance deep within Trisk's soul, calm yet containing unparalleled determination, without the slightest wavering.

Trisk moved.

He reached into a slot on the side of the hovercraft with his right hand and suddenly pulled out a metal spear that was far longer than his height.

The spear is not a single color; it has a strange, dark silver sheen, like molten starlight, with faint energy patterns running across its surface, exuding a chillingly low temperature and a sharp aura.

A cold glint appeared at the tip of the spear, its sharpness seemingly capable of piercing through the void, pointing towards Mo Bai.

Mo Bai remained calm and composed, even exuding an almost elegant ease.

He raised his hand and slapped the watch face on his chest, turning back into an Earthling.

Having transformed back into human form, Mo Bai even exuded a sense of pre-battle leisure as he leisurely rolled up the sleeves of his sports jacket, revealing his sleek forearms. His fingers rested on the Ultimatrix watch face on his left wrist, deftly flicking the dial, causing various alien hero icons to rapidly rotate on the screen.

Kevin, Wen, and Ben, who had been waiting by his side, immediately gathered around him.

Three pairs of eyes were fixed on the ever-changing clock face, filled with curiosity and an irrepressible anticipation.

Kevin crossed his arms, watching a tall icon flash across the watch face, and couldn't help but grin, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he chuckled in a low voice.

"Sigh, it would be hilarious if I turned into a giant!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Bai's smile widened instantly, like sunlight piercing through dark clouds.

He turned his head and gave Kevin a knowing look, his voice also carrying the same relaxed and playful tone.

"I think so too." Before he finished speaking, his eyes narrowed, and his fingers slammed heavily onto the dial with resolute force, transforming him into a colossus.

Its colossal body, over fifty meters tall, stood majestically in the center of the battlefield, like a magnificent mountain cast from the earth itself.

The sunlight was cut through by his steel-like body, casting a huge shadow that seemed to bring nightfall early, enveloping all the buildings, vehicles, and the countless Eternal Warriors below, who looked like ants, in cold darkness.

He lowered his head slightly, his huge, angular, and inhuman face covered with heavy armor interwoven with silver and deep red. His eyes, as big as searchlights, gleamed with a light that looked down on all living beings, slowly sweeping over the tiny world beneath his feet.

Panic, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly engulfed all the Eternal Warriors below.

Like a flock of frightened sheep, they retreated frantically, jostling and trampling, desperate to escape the reach of the giant foot that cast a shadow of death.

Even Triske, who had always maintained a rock-solid calm and seemed to be in control of everything, had to suddenly tilt his head back to the extreme angle. For the first time, he couldn't help but reveal his bewilderment, shock, and a trace of... insignificance in the face of absolute power.

However, the samurai pride and deep-seated ferocity flowing in their blood grew wildly like poisonous vines after the brief shock.

Trask's eyes flashed with ferocity, and he let out a beast-like roar distorted by the microphone of his helmet.

He twisted the hoverbike's controller sharply, and the engine emitted a piercing shriek. Fearlessly, he thrust the spear in his hand—which looked like a toothpick in front of the giant—at the giant's massive ankle, which was like the foundation of a mobile fortress, with all his might!

puff!

A faint, almost imperceptible sound, like a needle piercing thick leather, was heard.

Mo Bai felt a brief, slightly itchy, stinging sensation in her ankle, as if she had been bitten by a very large mosquito.

His large brows furrowed slightly, showing a hint of displeasure at being disturbed and a genuine anger, as he slowly lowered his head.

The searchlight-like gaze focused on the tiny figure struggling to "attack" it at its feet, and the voice, like muffled thunder rolling through thick clouds, echoed loudly.

"Hey! Don't you know it hurts to step on a nail?" The complaint, coming from the giant's mouth, had a strange, somewhat human sense of grievance.

The echo of that "rebuke" still reverberated in the air when the Colossus's massive arm, as huge as a mountain, suddenly swung out.

In Triske's eyes, all he saw was a blurry, wind-pressed shadow looming overhead.

He abruptly swerved the hoverbike, instantly revving the engine to maximum power, trying to create that fatal distance—but it was too late!

Trisk felt an irresistible, overwhelming force squeezing in from all directions, and his vision was instantly filled with the skin of a giant hand.

With a short cry of surprise and the ear-piercing sound of the hoverbike being crushed, he was like a beetle caught by a mischievous child, along with the wreckage of the motorcycle, firmly grasped in the palm of Mo Bai's armored giant hand.

The immense force instantly immobilized him, making even breathing extremely difficult.

Mo Bai easily straightened his towering figure, which seemed to reach the sky, as if picking up an insignificant toy, and slowly raised his tightly clenched right hand to eye level.

The giant fingers loosened their grip slightly, allowing the disheveled "trophy" in the palm to see the giant's enormous eyes, which, like deep lakes, reflected his tiny figure.

Mo Bai looked down at Trisk, who was struggling in vain in his palm. The corners of his huge mouth curved upwards again, outlining a smile with absolute control and a playful meaning. His voice was like a loud bell, yet clear and clear, word by word, it bombarded Trisk's mind.

"Surrender! The game is over!"

"Eternal Warrior - Never Surrender!" Trisk's face was contorted with extreme humiliation and rage. He roared with all his might, his body twisting and struggling in vain within the giant finger's restraint, trying to find a chance to escape. But in the face of absolute power, all his efforts seemed so pale and laughable.

Despair and stubbornness intertwined in his eyes, burning with a frenzied rage. He abruptly turned his head toward the group of warriors below, using the last breath in his chest to unleash a hysterical roar.

"Samurai—!!!"

This roar, filled with despair and command, was like a spark thrown into boiling oil.

The Eternal Warriors below, as if injected with a fanatical command, instantly transformed their fear into utter resolve.

They displayed astonishing organization, meshing together instantly like precision gears.

The previously loose encirclement rapidly contracted inward at a visible speed. Countless scarlet laser swords were raised high, their cold energy beams like the fangs of death, precisely aimed at the trembling, defenseless alien horde trapped in the center.

The intention was obvious—to execute the hostages immediately in the bloodiest way possible!

Trisker's voice, coming through the loudspeaker, carried a desperate madness and a chilling ruthlessness, like the forked tongue of a viper licking at the white nerves.

"Listen! You and your accomplices! Leave Earth immediately! Never set foot on Earth again!" Every word seemed to be carved from an icebox. "Otherwise—my warriors will turn them all into cosmic dust before you can crush me!"

Mo Bai's massive brows suddenly furrowed! The playfulness and ease on his face seemed to freeze instantly in the cold.

Instead, there was a devastating heaviness and a chilling rage that could freeze the soul.

The giant hand gripping Trisk tightly, its five fingers like five enormous hydraulic clamps, suddenly unleashed destructive power.

The chilling sounds of twisting and cracking metal, along with the subtle popping of short-circuiting energy, mingled together, like the grinding wheel of death crushing everything in its path.

The sturdy armor made of alien alloy that Trisk wore, a symbol of his supreme authority, was instantly and severely deformed under the immense force, like a fragile model thrown into a 10,000-ton hydraulic press.

The edges cracked, the plates curled up, and the intricate internal structure groaned under the strain.

Trask's body arched violently in the giant hand, as if struck by electricity, and a suppressed, yet still leaking, painful groan came from under his helmet.

That immense force was relentlessly crushing and kneading his flesh and blood through his shattered and deformed armor.

"You dare order—" Mo Bai's voice suddenly turned cold, "I'll first crush every bone in your body, from your toes to your spine, inch by inch, joint by joint, into dust! I'll make sure you suffer excruciating pain for the rest of your life, even breathing will be unbearable! Forget about sitting in a wheelchair, you won't even be able to act like a sentient being! You'll be paralyzed on the bed like a lump of mud, unable to live, unable to die! Tortured by me—" His enormous eyes burned with icy fury, fixed on the tiny yet stubborn enemy in his palm, "to the ends of the universe!" The cruelty and determination in his gaze were enough to freeze the soul of even the fiercest warrior. "Don't believe me? Go ahead and try! I bet your warrior can kill faster, or my hand—can grip it faster!"

With that roar, the destructive power in that tightly clenched giant hand erupted once again without reservation.