"Oh, so you've got names now? Christina, Quinn?"
Saitama glanced curiously at Mosquito Girl and the Beetle. One prettier, one greener—
And that was it?
Genus: "…"
Bruce: "…"
As expected, talking science with a barbarian was like playing piano to a cow.
Not Saitama's fault—
To him, monsters only came in two categories:
Those who go down in one punch.
And those who need another punch.
So far, he'd never needed the second punch.
Dragon level? Meant nothing to him.
But to others, it meant everything.
Fubuki's eyes grew sharp.
Dragon-level monsters were those capable of destroying an entire nation.
Each one the Hero Association had fought caused nationwide upheaval.
Before meeting Saitama, she had been merely the boss of the Blizzard Group, struggling against Demon-level threats.
Dragon-levels were things she had only heard of her sister Tatsumaki defeating.
Now, at last, she saw one in person.
But… why didn't they feel that strong?
In truth, Asura Rhino Beetle was the only monster who hadn't feared Saitama in the original.
He wasn't particularly powerful—
Just stubborn.
Still, one punch had ended him.
So the difference between him and other monsters never really showed.
"The so-called complete forms…"
Genus tried to explain.
With Bruce's help, his research had broken through. These were stronger than ever!
Christina twitched unnervingly, so much so that even the Beetle didn't want to get too close.
Bruce clapped Genus's shoulder.
Explaining to Saitama? Pointless.
"Better to let them show it."
"You mean fight me?"
Saitama's dead-fish eyes lifted.
Shloop—
The Beetle froze mid-bite.
He bolted to the corner, trembling like a terminal patient.
Christina wasn't much better, her face pale, eyes twitching.
Their fear of Saitama was bone-deep.
Genus winced. He knew the feeling all too well.
"Of course not," Bruce chuckled. "No one alive can beat you. How about we let S-Class Rank 10 Fubuki and Rank 12 Saturday fight them instead?"
The arena was set.
Cheering came from old House of Evolution minions—Frog, Mole, Beast King, Metal Gorilla.
Two rings.
"Looks like they're underestimating us. Too long out of sight. Saturday, who do you want?"
Fubuki's psychic aura cloaked her body.
Clad in a slit cheongsam and white jacket, she floated like a queen.
The little monsters cowered before her power.
Only the Beetle and Mosquito Girl stood firm.
"That depends on them. I don't like being underestimated. Especially not in front of Master Saitama."
Saturday smiled faintly at her opponents.
"Huff huff huff!"
The Beetle's eyes turned bloodshot.
"Christina, pick your target."
"I'll deal with the weaker one first. Kill her, then help you. Heh heh heh… as long as it's not Saitama, I'm fine."
Relieved it wasn't Saitama, Christina laughed wildly.
Her sultry body oozed danger.
Unlike Fubuki's pride, Tatsumaki's loli charm, or Saturday's wild edge—
Christina radiated raw, savage beauty.
Pure temptation, pure predation.
Saturday sighed.
"Underestimated again."
"I'll go first. Don't disgrace the House of Evolution, or you'll face Banner's punishment!"
The Beetle roared, charging like a tank.
The ground quaked, his body vanishing.
"So fast!"
Metal Gorilla and Beast King, now Demon-level, shivered.
They couldn't even see him move—only the cracked floor and shockwave he left behind.
Boom!
A dull impact.
Mole and Frog were blown off their feet.
"Yo… blocked?"
The Beetle gawked.
His fist had stopped ten centimeters from Fubuki's head—
Stopped by her psychic barrier.
"That's all? Dragon level?"
Fubuki folded her arms, smirking.
"Hissss… that was just the start! I'm no longer the old Asura!"
Mad Gatling!!
Bang bang bang bang bang!!
Punches rained in a blur, turning the air around Fubuki into a hurricane's eye.
The speed, the frequency—terrifying.
"Seems Rank 10 isn't so simple after all."
Christina chuckled, licking her lips.
"Shall we?"
"Of course. I'm fully charged."
Saturday's armor gleamed as she stepped forward.
Christina moaned low, her insect limbs shedding.
Perfect white legs emerged, traced with golden sigils forming scales across her skin.
She held a massive golden spear and a towering shield.
Crystal wings spread from her back.
She had transformed.
The aura around her pressed down like a storm.
Complete Form—Holy Knight Christina!
Dragon Level!!
(End of Chapter)
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