From Igarashi Masata's perspective, the entire examination venue was clearly visible.
Just like in the first round, the ceiling and surrounding walls of the lounge collapsed one after another. The sealed space instantly opened up, revealing the disaster zone outside.
Ninety-nine candidates rushed out at once.
Many of them were familiar faces.
Yelan Inasa immediately charged to the front. Hurricanes visible to the naked eye swirled around him, sweeping away massive piles of rubble. Large sections of ground were cleared in seconds, and several trapped victims were rescued almost instantly.
"Points deducted!"
However, the victims weren't impressed by his handsome face.
Although Yelan Inasa had carefully used air currents to separate rubble according to its structure and the victims' positions, his use of his Quirk was still judged as reckless.
"Before confirming whether the area is safe and understanding the victims' injuries, you must not move rubble or victims casually! Otherwise, you'll only make the situation worse!"
The HUC evaluators weren't deducting points arbitrarily.
Their reasoning was sound.
After hearing the explanation, Yelan Inasa accepted it.
Other students also ran into various problems.
After all, most of their previous training had been theoretical. This was their first time dealing with "real" disaster victims, so panic was inevitable.
Midoriya had even been scolded by an elderly man he rescued—because his words of comfort were too generic.
Among Class A, the strongest performers were Yaoyorozu and Chacha.
Yaoyorozu excelled because of her solid theoretical foundation. After overcoming her initial nervousness, she quickly applied textbook knowledge to real situations and earned consistent praise from victims.
As for Chacha, her advantage came from her Quirk.
Her goal had always been to become a disaster-relief hero, so she paid special attention to this field in daily training.
With her high mobility, she moved swiftly through the ruins, rescuing victims efficiently. Even Masata couldn't help but be impressed.
As rescue operations continued, boundaries between schools gradually disappeared.
Students began cooperating naturally.
With so many people working together, more and more victims were saved.
Everyone felt relieved.
"It looks like the second round is going to be much easier~"
After escorting another victim to safety, Kirishima wiped sweat from his forehead and spoke with relief.
"Yeah. But where's Masata?" Kaminari asked. "I haven't seen him anywhere."
Bakugo, Kaminari, and Kirishima had somehow formed a small team.
"No, wouldn't it be easier if he were here?" Kirishima continued. "He's ridiculously strong."
"What's that magma bastard doing?" Bakugo snorted. "Even without him, we can pass."
Kirishima frowned.
Could it be that Masata was acting alone again?
Meanwhile…
The person they were talking about was standing quietly at the edge of the disaster zone.
Masata was wearing a black cloak and headgear, completely disguised.
"How's the situation?" he asked Gang Orca beside him.
"At first, many students performed poorly," Gang Orca replied after checking his wrist device. "But overall, the deductions were less than expected. They're doing well."
"It seems this year's batch is pretty good."
Masata nodded.
"Yeah. My classmates aren't weak. You'd better be careful later, Mr. Gang Orca."
He said it jokingly.
Gang Orca didn't take it seriously.
After all, no matter how strong he was, he wasn't Masata's opponent.
But if he couldn't even pressure ordinary students, that would be embarrassing.
"So… it's time for our entrance, right?" Masata asked.
He pointed at the solid wall in front of them and stretched lazily.
"Let's just blast through here."
"Uh… yes. The explosives will be here soon—"
Gang Orca tried to explain.
But before he could finish—
"SMASH!!!"
Masata roared.
BOOM!!!
A deafening explosion erupted.
The thick wall instantly collapsed into fragments.
Smoke and dust filled the air.
The ground shook violently.
"I've wanted to try this for so long. That was awesome!"
Masata rubbed his wrists with satisfaction.
It had been a long time since he'd relied purely on physical strength.
Most villains he faced fell into two categories:
Those too weak, who collapsed from a single glance.
And those too strong, who couldn't be beaten without magma.
Compared to All Might, Masata's physical strength was still inferior.
His true strength lay in his magma.
But compared to most heroes, his raw power was already terrifying.
Gang Orca stared at the massive hole in the wall.
No Quirk.
Restraining gear equipped.
And he still did that.
At this moment, Gang Orca felt deeply grateful.
Letting Masata withdraw from the exam was absolutely the right decision.
Otherwise, he would've been humiliated on the spot.
"What's happening?!"
Among the candidates, Midoriya reacted first.
He turned toward the source of the noise in alarm.
Based on the setup, this exam seemed modeled after the battlefield incident.
Which meant—
The ones who appeared now had to be—
Villains!
Sure enough, as the smoke cleared, several figures emerged.
"Killer Whale!!!"
The students cried out in shock.
Gang Orca's reputation was enormous.
Not only because of his strength—
But also because he looked like a villain himself.
He even ranked highly on bizarre popularity charts.
God knew why so many strange rankings existed.