Three figures, one in front and two behind, walked in.
Walking at the very front was a bald man wearing a cheap yellow bodysuit and a white cape.
His expression was a bit dull, his eyes half-open and half-closed, as if he hadn't woken up yet or was lost in thought.
He scratched his smooth, bald head as he walked.
Following closely at his side was a handsome youth with golden hair and golden eyes, his body partially modified with machinery.
He looked serious, his eyes sharp, following the bald man step for step.
At the very back was an old man with white hair and beard, wearing a white martial arts uniform, possessing a calm temperament.
The bald man—Saitama—stopped after walking in.
He used his lifeless, dead-fish eyes to slowly scan the various S-Class Heroes in the meeting room, with their unique appearances and astonishing auras.
Then, as if he had just remembered something, he asked in a tone so bland it was almost annoying:
"Huh? Didn't they say King would come too? Where is he?"
He paused and added a sentence, his tone carrying a hint of imperceptible excitement.
"Genos said he is very strong."
As soon as he finished speaking.
"Click."
The grip of the special alloy bat in Metal Bat's hand emitted a groan of unbearable stress.
The veins on his forehead bulged with visible speed!
His already extreme irritation was like a bucket of boiling oil being poured on it, exploding instantly!
"Hey—!!!"
Metal Bat roared, taking a step forward, and the marble fragments on the ground were sent flying by his tread!
He pointed his bat at the bald head of Saitama, which was reflecting the light:
"Where did this bald nobody come from!"
"Is this a place you can just barge into?!"
"Talking about King being strong in every sentence?"
"To actually judge a man like that!"
"Who do you think you are!"
"I've been waiting here for ten hours!"
"And this is the kind of... that I get for waiting?"
He couldn't finish his sentence.
Because—
"Presumptuous!!"
Genos, standing at Saitama's side, suddenly had his golden mechanical prosthetic eyes light up with a terrifying glow!
He didn't waste words, raising his hand—
The mechanical structure at his palm instantly deformed and opened, revealing a deep cannon muzzle!
Hum—!!!
Violent energy condensed in an instant.
"Incineration Cannon!"
Genos's voice was decisive.
A stream of orange energy, so hot it distorted the air and was bright enough to cause temporary blindness, shot out like an angry fire dragon.
Without the slightest hesitation, it blasted toward Metal Bat!
The speed and power were far beyond the ordinary.
Genos would never allow anyone to insult his teacher in any way!
"Wha...?!"
Metal Bat's pupils shrank!
He had never expected this kid, who had just been promoted to S-Class, to open fire without a word.
And the speed and energy reaction of this attack...
In his haste, he could only roar, holding his alloy bat horizontally in front of him!
"Boom!"
The Incineration Cannon slammed solidly into the bat!
Terrifying high temperature and impact exploded!
The ground under Metal Bat's feet cracked instantly.
His whole body was pushed backward several meters by this immense force, his soles screeching against the floor, leaving two charred marks!
Although he managed to withstand it relying on his brute strength and the special material of the bat.
But the numbness in his arms and the significantly increased temperature on the bat made his heart sink.
This blonde kid... is not simple!
"Hey! Pompadour-head!"
After the strike, Genos did not pursue, but the cannon muzzle in his palm was still flickering with dangerous orange light.
He stared coldly at Metal Bat, his voice filled with undisguised hostility:
"Who gave you permission to be disrespectful to my teacher?"
"If you dare to speak rudely again, the next shot will not just be a warning."
"Huh?! Pom-, Pompadour-head?!"
Metal Bat was stunned at first, then became so angry his hair almost stood on end; he had never been called that by anyone since he was a child!
"You out-of-control robot trash!"
"I'll crush you with my own hands..."
Just as the two were at daggers drawn, looking like they were about to stage a full-blown brawl in the meeting room—
"Enough."
A low, sharp voice suppressing anger rang out.
The voice came from the other end of the conference table.
It was Atomic Samurai.
This S-Class rank four hero, wearing retro ronin attire with a long sword at his waist, slowly raised his head.
There was no exaggerated expression on his face, but his eyes were like blades polished to the extreme.
He swept a cold gaze over everyone present, finally landing on the "bald" Saitama who had caused all of this.
He had waited too long.
Ten hours.
For a swordsman, this was an unbearable waste.
And what he finally got was not the "strongest man on earth" worthy of his patient waiting.
But a bald man who looked plain, even a bit dull, and a hot-headed new S-Class.
Disappointment.
Huge disappointment, along with the humiliation of being played, turned into tangible anger.
"I am truly... fed up."
Atomic Samurai's voice was very soft, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.
"Clang—!"
A clear sound of a sword ringing!
Atomic Samurai's right hand brushed across his waist like a phantom.
No one saw his drawing motion.
They only saw a flash of bright blade light, like a New Moon passing by!
"Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish—!!!"
Immediately after, countless fine blade lights, like a storm, instantly enveloped the entire long table!
That was the "Atomic Slash," executed countless times beyond the limits of the naked eye!
And then—
That special alloy conference table, capable of withstanding rocket fire, along with the documents, water cups, and electronic equipment on it...
Turned into silver and wood-colored powder, evenly and finely ground like Flour!
Rustle...
The powder fell softly, piling into a small mound on the floor.
The whole process took less than a second.
Atomic Samurai slowly sheathed his sword, his movements elegant, but his eyes were colder than the unsheathed blade.
"Cough, cough, cough!!!"
Dust filled the sky.
Tatsumaki, sitting not far from Atomic Samurai, bore the brunt of it.
She was hugging her arms, her small face full of impatience, waiting to watch the show.
She didn't expect Atomic Samurai to suddenly pull such a stunt, with a large amount of powder rushing toward her face, directly entering her nose and mouth.
"Pff—! Cough! Ptoo! Ptoo, ptoo, ptoo!!!"
Tatsumaki was choked into coughing repeatedly, her small face flushing instantly, and her dark green curly hair was covered in a layer of ash.
She swung her small hand violently, and Psychokinesis roughly blew away the dust around her.
But that terrible feeling of being covered in dust made her anger instantly exceed the critical value!
"A-to-mic-Sa-mu-rai—!!!"
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