Chapter 70: Let Me Show You the Terror of Speed-o'-Sound Sonic!!
Witnessing all this, Genos's heart was filled with nothing but shock and reverence for King.
Such fluid control...
He had never imagined his mechanical body could execute such precise combos, leaving the enemy with zero chance to counterattack.
Take the thrusters, for example. King's application of them was a peak Genos felt he could never scale.
Using short bursts for mid-air strafing, effortlessly dodging every attack... Genos was deeply shaken.
He began to doubt: Is this mechanical body mine, or is it King-sensei's?
As expected of King-sensei... I still have so much to learn...
Accompanied by static, King's voice came through the audio receptors in his mechanical eyes:
"I recorded it all. Feel the battle just now. Your mechanical body has great potential. In special situations, it can create miracles that will make your machine spirit rejoice."
With that, King disconnected the visual link and returned control of the body to Genos.
Thud!
Deep Sea King's corpse, having lost all support, crashed to the ground, splashing rain everywhere.
His two shattered fish eyes rolled out of their sockets, coming to a stop at Genos's feet.
Deep Sea King had died miserably. The ruler of the deep had all his internal organs turned into bloody water, roasted to perfection from the inside out.
Wisps of burnt black smoke rose from his gaping maw, like vengeful spirits venting their unwillingness and pain.
Genos stared at the corpse for a long time, speechless.
If it were me... would I have had a chance to defeat this monster?
Genos ran a simulation based on his own data and the combat data he had gathered on Deep Sea King.
The conclusion: If he fought normally, his win rate was about 46%. Just shy of an even match.
After all, Deep Sea King was durable and had strong regeneration. Unless Genos used an Overclocked Incineration Cannon, it would be hard to deal effective damage.
The sound of rain gradually ceased. The torrential downpour had come quickly and left just as fast.
Rays of sunlight pierced the heavy clouds, sprinkling over the earth and illuminating the horizon.
Standing in the sunlight, Genos sighed deeply and looked up at the clearing blue sky.
The road I have to walk... is still very long.
Meanwhile, Dojo Entrance.
Charanko, who was sweeping outside, suddenly saw someone leaning against the doorframe. He looked up, puzzled.
"This is the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist Dojo. Are you here to inquire about enrollment?"
The young man leaning against the door smirked. His purple scarf fluttered, and he vanished from sight instantly.
Charanko's scalp tingled. Seeing a grown man disappear into thin air made him instinctively step back.
But in the next second, a hand landed on his shoulder, followed by a heavy chop to the back of his neck.
"Guh..."
Charanko let out a low groan, his eyes rolling back as he slumped to the ground, unconscious.
Sonic tossed the unconscious Charanko aside. His handsome face twisted into a grimace of rage as he stared at the main hall of the dojo.
Right there! My greatest enemy in this life! S-Class hero Caped Baldy is right there!!
Unable to suppress his anger any longer, he strode forward—then pulled a muscle in his groin and winced in pain.
Damn it!
Sonic gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist and drew it. The sharp blade glinted coldly in the post-rain sunlight.
Hunched over, enduring the intense pain between his legs, he kicked the door open and roared:
"Saitama! I know you're in there! Get out here! I'm going to kill you!"
But when he saw the scene inside the dojo, Sonic froze. His hand gripping the sword stiffened instantly.
Are you kidding me?!
Inside the spacious dojo sat three people.
On the left was a man with golden hair. His majestic, domineering face, accompanied by a heartbeat like thunder, exuded a heavy, invisible pressure that suffocated anyone who looked at him.
In the middle sat a wrinkled old man. But as a ninja, Sonic could tell at a glance that this man was a martial arts grandmaster. Every movement was natural and flawless.
As for the one on the right... wearing a mustard-yellow jumpsuit, ridiculous red gloves, and a fluttering white cape. And most eye-catching of all—a completely hairless, shiny bald head.
Sonic felt a sense of dread and subconsciously took half a step back.
Miscalculation! I didn't expect so many people! Damn it!
The blond man on the left is definitely strong. At least, not someone the current me can fight. Just facing him feels suffocating.
The old man in the middle isn't to be messed with either. He looks like a master of martial arts. fighting him would take some effort.
As for the one on the right...
The throbbing pain in his lower body, combined with his rage, made Sonic lose his cool. His hand holding the sword trembled.
That bastard baldy... He turned me into a 'Leftover Egg Santa' (pun on Single-Testicle Santa). If I don't avenge this, how can I, Sonic, call myself a ninja?!
Seeing the black-haired young man glaring at Saitama, combined with the signature purple scarf and the hunched posture, King immediately identified him.
Oh, it's the Lone-Testicle Ranger.
Thinking this, King put down the game controller. He casually picked up a raw meatball with his chopsticks and infused it with his power.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, the meatball shot toward Sonic like a bullet fired from a gun.
Oh? Attacking first? Very well! Let me show you the terror of Speed-o'-Sound Sonic!!
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