Everyone who knew Masata stood frozen in disbelief.
No one could believe that the terrifying "villain" who had just fought them was actually their own classmate.
Half an hour ago, he had still been chatting casually with them.
And now—
After disappearing for only a few minutes, he had turned into an examiner?!
"Ah… yeah. As you can see, I somehow became an examiner."
Since his identity was already exposed, Masata admitted it honestly.
In his opinion, it wasn't a big deal.
After all, the Hero Committee would clean up the aftermath for him anyway.
"Huh?! So it was you, magma bastard?!"
"Then why didn't you use your quirk?!"
Bakugo instantly exploded in anger.
He finally realized that Masata had beaten him earlier without even using his main ability.
Wasn't that basically playing with him?!
"Very good. Really great!"
But instead of being discouraged, Bakugo's fighting spirit burned even hotter.
Masata's strength only made him more excited.
"This is really the worst-case scenario…"
Nearby, the Killer Whale covered his face helplessly.
Once Masata's identity was revealed, the students would no longer treat him like a real villain.
This assessment was definitely going to derail from its original purpose.
"It really is Igarashi…"
Midoriya had just arrived.
He had been escorting refugees the entire time.
Although the Killer Whale hadn't personally attacked, the "villains" still had many subordinates.
Their coordination and numbers had kept the students busy.
Only now did Midoriya manage to reach the main battlefield.
"I knew it…"
Yaoyorozu also noticed Masata in the distance.
Black lines formed on her forehead.
She could accept this kind of ridiculous outfit on Tokoyami.
But Masata?!
How did this guy manage to dress so badly?!
He usually wore sportswear, baggy pants, and sleeveless shirts.
If it weren't for his handsome face and perfect physique, he'd look like a total background character.
Straight guys really had no fashion sense.
At that moment, Yaoyorozu made up her mind.
"Improving Igarashi's fashion sense" would officially become a long-term project.
This was important.
Very important.
"Well, the break should be over, right?"
Seeing everyone still discussing, Masata waved his hand.
"The second round is still going, boys."
That arrogant remark instantly triggered everyone.
Boys?!
Did he mean they were still weaklings?!
"If you don't use your quirk, there should still be a limit—!"
Bakugo and Midoriya moved at the same time.
They flanked Masata from both sides.
Explosions and lightning flashed across the battlefield.
"There should be a limit!!!"
Boom!
Shindō Ryō also attacked.
His palm slammed into the ground.
Violent tremors spread instantly.
Flames.
Hurricanes.
Corrosive acid.
Hardened fists.
All kinds of attacks erupted at once.
More intense.
More focused.
All aimed at Masata in the center.
Like a raging storm.
The Killer Whale stared in shock.
"Wait… weren't they classmates?"
"Why are they attacking harder now?!"
"Is it my eyesight… or is there a generation gap?!"
"Hahaha!"
Faced with the overwhelming assault, Masata didn't panic at all.
Instead, he laughed.
"An attack like this—"
"Is completely meaningless!!!"
He kicked off the ground.
His body brushed past several attackers and shot upward.
"What?!"
Everyone looked up in shock.
Masata was now suspended in midair.
Sunlight poured down on him, making his figure dazzling.
"Heaven-Piercing Kick!"
After pausing for a split second, he bent his body.
Then—
He dropped.
Like a meteor.
The candidates immediately scattered.
After learning their lesson, no one dared face him head-on.
Unfortunately, they were still too slow.
Masata's heel slammed into the ground.
BOOM!!!
A deafening explosion shook the entire venue.
Many people's ears rang.
A terrifying shockwave spread outward.
The already-damaged ground shattered again.
Cracks expanded like spiderwebs.
Deep fissures split the field apart.
The entire venue was torn into pieces.
The examinees were completely unlucky.
The ground they trusted most was now collapsing beneath their feet.
Smoke filled the air.
Rocks flew everywhere.
At this point, Masata was clearly getting carried away.
He had completely forgotten Murayama's earlier reminders.
The restraint gear barely affected him.
Though heavy, it was nothing compared to his years of training.
"Damn it!"
Kirishima climbed up, coughing violently.
He had just swallowed a mouthful of dust.
"Can heroes even be this outrageous?!"
A shout echoed from the center of destruction.
Everyone felt helpless.
Masata was simply too strong.
Not even close to their level.
Were they really the same age?!
Even Class A students, who knew him well, felt bitter.
No amount of hard work could close this gap.
Let alone students from other schools.
Was this guy's brain made of muscles?!
"How can someone cause this much damage with just their body?!"
"If you don't have any more tricks…"
Masata lowered his voice slightly.
"I'll stay right here."
In truth, he really wanted someone to record him right now.
This scene had to be cool.
A super villain standing calmly in the ruins.
Shocking all the heroes.
Cold expression.
Absolute dominance.
It was perfect.