"I, Bomb, will provide one billion yen as the prize!"
Simple words.
But the effect rivaled Bang's earlier declaration.
"Hiss—!"
The crowd gasped in unison.
One billion yen!
A fortune beyond imagining!
For martial artists, poverty was often the wall blocking their dreams. Without resources, many abandoned their path.
Lightning Max, Snake... so many descended from orthodox schools, yet had no livelihood. Unless one was a legend like Bang or Bomb, whose teaching fees alone were astronomical, most struggled.
Some even turned pro hero, earning steady pay. But purists scorned them as deserters.
Now everything changed.
With Bomb's one billion yen support, the champion could live in comfort for life—whether martial artist or hero.
"Master Bomb!!"
"One billion yen... the title is mine!"
"What generosity!"
Cheers erupted. Even Suiryu and Bakuzan's calm eyes flickered with heat.
Bang and Bomb exchanged knowing glances, gazes settling on "Charanko."
"He's still so calm... will this bait work?" Bang muttered.
"Little brother, we're old. The legacy must not end. For the sake of martial arts," Bomb said gravely.
"Yes. Charanko letting Saitama join... perhaps he's helped us," Bang chuckled.
In the stands, Genos clapped politely. Martial arts meant nothing to him. Bomb once considered passing on his school, but Genos refused. His pursuit was firepower, not form.
He only came to see Saitama.
Did his teacher really think a wig fooled him? One scan exposed him instantly.
While the tournament raged, chaos spread outside.
Screams. Streets flooded with panicked civilians.
Several pro heroes lay broken, unable to rise.
"Heh heh heh~ Compete with Queen Do-S? Come back in a hundred years, you pathetic heroes!"
Golden hair flowing, heart-shaped crest on her brow, crimson eyes behind a mask. She cracked her whip, clad in dominatrix garb.
Demon-level monster—Monster Princess Do-S!
Elsewhere—
A gorilla in overalls and officer's cap crouched, bananas strapped to his belt. Beneath his feet, the A-Class hero Heavy Kong lay defeated.
"Pathetic. If A-Class is this weak, I'll climb ranks fast. Spread the word: Heavy Kong was crushed by me, Marshal Gorilla!"
Tiger-level monster—Marshal Gorilla.
Civilians sweated, trembling in fear. A-Class wasn't even a match.
Nearby, A-Class hero Masked Rider soared on skates—only to be blasted midair by lightning. He screamed, crashing down.
"Lightning... I'm countered... this is bad!"
He staggered to flee—
"Run now?"
Before him, a kimono-clad young woman with taiko drums at her back smiled coldly.
Tiger-level monster—Plasma Dancer!
Bolts of lightning shot forth, paralyzing Rider where he stood.
"So it's true. Even tiger-level disasters can defeat A-Class heroes. Attribute advantage makes all the difference," muttered a dark carp-like monster nearby.
"Damn it! Why are there so many monsters lately?! Call for S-Class backup now!" Rider groaned.
Plasma Dancer sneered. "Backup? We're striking cities everywhere. Not just here. Even S-Class can't save you all."
BOOM!
A massive figure slammed down, shaking the street.
Dust billowed.
The carp monster was crushed flat.
Plasma Dancer froze in terror, eyes wide.
Masked Rider gaped.
Over three meters tall, muscles bulging like an iron tower—an overwhelming presence.
"Boss, shall we start cleaning the trash?" the giant asked respectfully, glancing back.
Helen's lips curved faintly, her white robes immaculate. Her eyes swept the monster-filled city. She nodded.
"Wipe them all out. But hunting them one by one is tedious. I'll summon them here."
Her eyes glimmered. The Mind Stone flared.
Within a hundred kilometers, every monster felt it—an irresistible pull, a craving dragging them toward her.
At Association HQ, satellite feeds showed it all.
Staff scrambled in panic. Too many monsters!
Entire cities were overrun. Heroes were spread too thin. Even S-Class numbers weren't enough.
"Sir, look at this!"
A technician pointed at the screen, voice trembling.
(End of Chapter)
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