A spray of blood burst from Bakuzan's chest, spurting several meters away.
Before countless stunned eyes, the newly ascended Dragon-level monster Bakuzan had all four arms sliced clean off.
His body too—
Split neatly into two halves.
With a crash, his foul-smelling organs spilled onto the ground, blackened blood gushing.
Poor Lord Bakuzan had been cut in two by Ashura Queen.
His so-called Dragon-level status didn't even last long enough to warm a seat before he reported to the afterlife.
"That should be enough to kill him, right?"
Ashura Queen grinned.
Gouketsu's expression turned grim.
Wounds like that—no monster could survive.
Split in half? Even a Dragon-level wouldn't stand a chance.
This man's strength was far more terrifying than he had imagined.
He even faintly sensed… this guy was a true rival.
When had human martial artists produced such a monster?
But in a way, this was good.
It had been too long since he felt so excited, his fighting spirit ablaze.
"Boy, you've succeeded in exciting me!!"
Gouketsu sneered coldly.
He raised his fist and hurled it at Ashura Queen, completely ignoring Helen, that insignificant woman.
Ashura Queen wasn't polite either.
He grinned wide, clenched his fist, and swung straight back.
Boom——
Their fists collided, large and small, with no tricks or flair.
The two locked in place, neither backing down.
A visible shockwave blasted out in all directions.
The ring beneath them crumbled like a biscuit.
Buildings within a hundred meters cracked and collapsed.
The weaker martial artists and monsters were blown away instantly, tumbling like rag dolls.
Even Gouketsu's giant black bird minions shrieked, knocked stumbling by the shockwave.
"So strong!"
Suiryu, lying on the ground, was horrified.
That level of attack was beyond anything he could endure!
At the same time.
At the Whirlwind Iron-Cutting Fist Dojo—
"Oh, looks about right, one billion yen. Thanks for the hospitality."
Carrying two large travel bags, Saitama bowed in thanks.
Around him, the dojo was littered with collapsed disciples in Iron-Cutting Fist uniforms, including the so-called top disciple of Bang's brother, Bomb.
Strength-wise… they were above Iaian, but weaker than Atomic Samurai.
But in front of Saitama's "superhuman fart," none of them lasted a single round. All were flattened.
The cause of the fight was simple.
Saitama had said he wasn't interested in techniques like Iron-Cutting Fist or Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist.
As Bomb's disciple and the others, they were furious.
Iron-Cutting Fist was a shining legacy, world-famous.
Looking down on Master Bomb was looking down on them.
So, as young men often do, they fought.
The top disciple led the charge, trying to ambush Saitama in revenge.
The result… obvious.
Fortunately, Saitama had held back.
Otherwise, the dojo itself might not still exist.
"Saitama… won't you reconsider inheriting either Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist or Iron-Cutting Fist?"
Bang tried earnestly to persuade him.
"Yes, if you agree to inherit our arts, we'll have peace of mind when we're gone."
Bomb added pitifully.
The brothers pleaded endlessly.
But Saitama… simply said he wasn't interested in "cool-looking exercise routines."
"Silver Fang, sir! The Super Fight Tournament is in trouble! Please come support immediately!"
At that moment.
Bang's communicator buzzed—it was a summons from the Hero Association.
"Seems some trouble's come up. Saitama, shall we go take a look?"
Bang frowned.
As one of the Association's top S-class heroes, his communicator rarely sounded. If it did, it meant something big.
"Wait, brother. I'm worried about Garou. If possible, please go check on him for me."
Before leaving, Bang spoke up.
"Alright, little brother. Garou's in the Association prison, so he should be fine. But I'll keep an eye on him."
Bomb nodded.
Garou's potential was immense. If he escaped their control, he might stray down a dark path. That was what they feared most.
"Saitama, shall we?"
Bang smiled.
"Sure, if there's trouble, gotta check it out."
The bald man nodded casually.
At the Super Fight Tournament.
About half an hour had passed since Gouketsu and Ashura Queen began fighting.
The once-luxurious venue was now rubble and ruins.
Without the lingering signs, no one would know it had been a tournament stage.
Ashura Queen's appearance had changed—
His body was covered in gruesome wounds, some so deep bone gleamed white.
But to everyone's shock, his blood wasn't red—
It was golden, like steel itself.
Gouketsu wasn't much better.
No clear wounds showed, but his lower right leg was gone, and he was drenched in blood.
Their fight was horrifying.
Nothing but head-on clashes.
No dodging—just pure brute force.
Scarlet rays shot from Gouketsu's eyes, tearing the ground like tofu.
Ashura Queen's golden glow endured them, slamming fist after fist into Gouketsu's body.
Blood sprayed.
The aftershocks swept out like a hurricane.
Suiryu lay dumbfounded.
The battle was beyond imagination, shattering everything he believed.
Once, his Dark Body Fist was his pride.
But that technique couldn't even harm monsterized Bakuzan.
And against Gouketsu, at least mid to high Dragon-level? Laughable.
But Ashura Queen—
This man's strength equaled Gouketsu's, his physique even sturdier.
When power reached such heights, all techniques became meaningless.
One power breaks all laws!
That was the truth Suiryu finally grasped.
The "stylish movements" he once pursued… were laughable.
This was true martial arts.
"Hahahaha! Wonderful! More!!"
Ashura Queen laughed wildly, blood dripping from his lips.
He and Gouketsu were evenly matched, each excelling in different ways.
Finding such a worthy opponent made the battle exhilarating.
"Our master has arrived. Let's step back."
Helen Cho spoke softly.
Ashura Queen froze, then realized.
He quickly retreated, turning his gaze into the distance.
Two figures approached—
One in a yellow jumpsuit, white cape, and red gloves: Saitama.
The other, slightly hunched, the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist grandmaster: Bang.
(End of Chapter)
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