"Won!"
Bomb's eyes shone as his Zantetsuken (Iron-Cutting Fist) struck Saitama's gleaming bald head.
The blow resounded like a great bell.
A shockwave ripped through the dojo, shattering every window.
Charanko screamed as he was hurled into the wall.
But Bomb's face twisted. His hand throbbed with pain, bones nearly fractured.
And Saitama?
He stood there, sunk half into the floor like a nail… without a scratch.
"This… impossible. Has his body training reached the peak of perfection?" Bomb thought in horror.
"Brother, no holding back! This man is a monster!" Bang barked.
The two masters exchanged grim looks, then nodded.
"Ryūsui Ganseki Ken (Flowing Water Crushing Rock Fist)!"
"Zantetsuken (Iron-Cutting Fist)!"
Their attacks sealed every escape route, a storm of fists and blades crashing down.
The dojo trembled, dust filling the air.
Even Charanko, sprawled on the ground, could barely breathe under the pressure.
But as the storm cleared—
Saitama was gone.
"Where…?"
Bang's heart lurched.
"I'm over here."
Saitama's flat voice came from behind him.
Bang swung his elbow desperately—
But a finger touched his forehead.
Snap!
Bang, the S-Class Rank 3, was blown off his feet, slammed into the wall unconscious.
"Bang!" Bomb roared.
But before he could move, Saitama appeared behind him too, finger raised.
Snap.
Bomb was sent flying as well, crashing through half the dojo before falling limp beside his brother.
Charanko sat frozen on the floor.
"Master… Grandmaster… lost? Together… they still lost…?"
Saitama dusted his hands.
"Alright, I'll take the money. Charanko, you handle the rest."
Pocketing the fat card of yen, Saitama whistled happily and strolled out.
The two martial arts legends lay groaning on the ground, exchanging bitter smiles.
From then on, neither ever challenged Saitama again—
In fact, they started showing up at his place every few days, eager to share a meal.
"Master, Bang is here again. He said… do you want to come to the dojo for ramen tonight?" Mosquito Girl asked respectfully.
"Oh, ramen!"
Saitama's eyes lit up.
But then he frowned. "Wait, why would I go there? Fubuki makes ramen just fine…"
"Don't forget, you promised Miss Fubuki today," she reminded him gently.
Saitama yawned, changed into his hero suit under the care of the three women, and headed to Child Emperor's lab.
The boy genius, however, could only scrape together ten million yen as payment.
"Recently, strange incidents have been rising across the cities. It's troubling," Child Emperor said with a frown.
"Oh."
Saitama nodded blankly.
Child Emperor almost collapsed. How could anyone be so careless?
[Ding! Honorable Saitama, the next world you will descend into is part of the Sequential Worlds: Captain America 2.]
"Sequential world?"
Saitama blinked, puzzled—then darkness swallowed his vision.
…
S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters.
Nick Fury was dead, killed in a car crash. His body returned to headquarters, with Alexander Pierce leading the mourning.
Captain America, Steve Rogers, was unsettled. He couldn't shake the sense that something was deeply wrong inside S.H.I.E.L.D.
He entered the elevator, already crowded with agents. Each stop added more, men too broad-shouldered, their military bearing barely concealed.
Sweat glistened on some brows.
Steve's instincts screamed.
"Before we start… does anyone want to get out?"
He pressed the stop button.
The air turned cold.
(End of Chapter)
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