"Hey, don't get one-shotted out there. At least last a few seconds... you're Sensei's only disciple now," said Sourface, sweating nervously.
He almost missed the days when Garou was still around. Brutal, yes, but undeniably strong. The true prodigy of Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist. What a shame...
On stage, Saitama stood blankly, orange wig slightly crooked.
He only came for the prize money. But now that it was raised to ten billion yen? Tempting. Still, it felt boring—like a max-level player grinding in a newbie dungeon.
"Full of openings... does this guy even want to fight?" scoffed Bakuzan, towering with his spiked beard. He loomed over Saitama. "Hey! You're an amateur, right?"
Saitama looked up. "Well, it's my first time trying this... show me your martial arts."
He wanted to experience it. People hyped martial arts so much—why not see for himself?
"It's Bakuzan! Last year's champion!"
"Poor Charanko. He's dead meat."
"I bet he lasts three minutes."
"Three minutes? I'll call him 'big bro' if he lasts one!"
"One bag of chips says ten seconds max!"
The crowd cheered Bakuzan almost unanimously. The reigning champ versus a nobody. No contest.
Bakuzan sneered, demonstrating with fists and kicks:
"First, my Oni-Crying Low Kick—your legs will shatter. Then Bear-Slaying Middle Kick, followed by Asura Straight Fist—your bones broken, organs wrecked. Finally, Hell Chop—to crush your skull!"
He swung his arm down, miming a chop toward Saitama's head.
"Don't touch my head."
Annoyed, Saitama threw a casual punch.
"WAAAHHH!"
The stadium froze as Bakuzan spun like a ragdoll, screaming. He slammed into the arena floor headfirst—outside the ring.
BOOM!
Silence.
Even the host gaped, mic dangling. Judges sat wide-eyed.
"He... lost?"
"Bakuzan? In one punch?"
"No way... the match just started!"
Two full minutes of silence.
Then—
"Congratulations to... Charanko!!" the host screamed, almost bowing.
An upset of epic proportions. The favorite crushed in a single blow.
"Shishō... when did my junior get this strong?" Sourface stammered.
"Unbelievable! So the dojo was hiding its true power all along?"
"Not surprising. Silver Fang's disciple, after all!"
The crowd roared. They credited his power to Bang, the martial arts titan.
Saitama, meanwhile, was just bored. Martial arts still felt dull.
Bang sighed. "This guy... a real monster."
"If he were born in our era, brother... our titles might not exist," Bomb muttered.
Suiryu's eyes gleamed. "Charanko... so strong? Now this is worth my time." His battle spirit burned hotter.
Elsewhere—
The awakened Cockroach laughed maniacally, dashing through rubble.
Its speed was absurd. Red afterimages blurred as it weaved through alleys, too fast for Genos's targeting systems.
Claws slashed him repeatedly, but Vibranium armor and cybernetic regeneration held.
Still, he couldn't keep up. His sensors struggled to lock on whenever its wings unfolded.
"Tch... troublesome. Do I use that move?" Genos muttered, bracing.
Then—
A voice echoed in his mind:
"Genos. Leave this one. Go handle the others. We'll take this cockroach."
(End of Chapter)
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