"Now see my true strength!"
Suiryu roared, slamming his elbow into the arena floor.
Crack—boom!
Under the host's nearly choking scream, the entire ring split in half, dozens of meters wide.
"Don't even think of running!"
He stomped hard, flipping half of the stage up to block Saitama's path.
"Ah-dadadadadada~~~!"
A storm of punches and kicks poured down on him.
Saitama's blank, dead-fish eyes stared vacantly.
"Weren't you saying this was supposed to be fun?"
Blows rained on his face, his body, everywhere—yet he didn't react.
"With you not fighting back, how could I enjoy myself?!"
Suiryu's fury burned hotter, his strikes growing more frenzied.
The crowd roared, the host's voice shrill with excitement.
It was Suiryu!
The youngest, most gifted champion, always calm and untouchable. Now, enraged, unleashed!
"Open your eyes! I'll show you what real martial arts are!"
His fists blurred, leaving afterimages.
Even Bang and Bomb nodded slightly.
"This boy's talent is frightening. His strikes are flawless in form and power. Even I might not do better," Bomb muttered.
"Yes… a shame his opponent is this monster. Not even a scratch…" Bang narrowed his eyes.
"Spirit Body Sky Dragon Fist!"
Suiryu howled.
He became a whirlwind before Saitama, punches flashing faster than vision could follow.
"Combo! Combo! Suiryu's Super Combo is here!!"
The host shrieked, hysterical.
This move had always floored his opponents. Unstoppable. Unbreakable.
But inside the storm, Saitama only stared, unmoved.
Blows that could shatter stone bounced back, jarring Suiryu's arms with pain.
Even an elephant monster would have collapsed.
But Saitama stood still, as if basking in spring breeze.
"Damn it! Still unscathed?!"
Suiryu dropped down, smashing the ring apart.
Boom!
The ground quaked under his steps, each one thunderous.
"This guy… he means to kill! Run!!" Kusuo screamed.
"Fall!"
Too fast! The arena cracked behind his charge, a beast in human form.
A brutal hook slammed Saitama's stomach, air pressure splitting the stage further.
The bald man slid back three meters—
And stood, calm as ever.
"What… not even this works?"
Suiryu gaped. His limiter-shackles snapped in that strike—he'd gone all out.
But Saitama's face didn't even twitch.
"Oh, I see… I think I get it."
"You finally grasp what true martial arts are?" Suiryu snapped.
"Yeah. Martial arts… is basically just a sport with cool-looking moves, right?"
What?!
The entire stadium froze—spectators, fighters, even Bang and Bomb.
For seconds, silence.
Then—
Pfft!
Almost coughing blood, Bang's eyes bulged. "That's… that's his enlightenment?"
"Haha… brother, what a strange young man indeed!" Bomb chuckled, patting his shoulder.
"Pffft—cool-looking movements? That's martial arts?!"
"Too good! Saitama 6666!"
"Sensei, I love you! Perfect truth!!"
His fans cheered madly.
"You bastard! How dare you insult martial arts like this!"
"Outsider trash! They don't understand the sacred way!"
"Suiryu is our true genius! Saitama is just a hero hack!"
Many traditional martial artists seethed. Their anger, suppressed by Helen's Mind Stone, flickered back.
"Pfft… master is just too adorable."
Helen rested her chin on her hand, smiling.
"Boss is right. Isn't martial arts just fancy moves?" Carnage Kabuto muttered, scratching his head.
"You shallow fool! After all my attacks, that's your conclusion?!" Suiryu roared, humiliated.
His pride, his entire world of martial arts, mocked into dust.
"Martial arts is spinning and knocking people down? Then I'll try too."
Saitama began turning in place, mimicking his moves.
But—
Damn.
So ugly.
Suiryu's motions were sleek and powerful.
Saitama's? Like a clumsy auntie doing square dance in the park.
It felt like his pride was being rubbed into the dirt.
"Stop mocking me!!"
Muscles taut, Suiryu charged like a beast gone wild.
He swore. He wouldn't stop until he beat the crap out of this bald bastard.
Da-da-da—
But Saitama just spun in place, ignoring him.
Then—
Boom.
Suiryu's rush met… Saitama's backside.
A fart.
One-Fart Superman Saitama!
Kaboom!
Poor Suiryu rocketed like a shell, soaring a thousand meters, smashing through the tournament walls.
The genius prodigy, the so-called martial arts master, hit the ground wide-eyed.
"I… I actually… lost…"
(End of Chapter)
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