City Z, Hero Association branch, Tank-Top Master stood facing Saitama.
"I really underestimated you. You look pretty unremarkable with that bald head of yours, but you can take seventy percent of my power."
Tank-Top Master said with a serious expression, but his words had already agitated Saitama, a tic mark appearing on his smooth forehead.
"You need to be careful with the next punch."
Tank-Top Master's expression became serious, his back muscles bulging as he prepared to put all his strength into the next punch aimed at Saitama.
"Here it comes, Tank-Top Master's Serious Punch!"
Someone in the crowd couldn't help but get excited. Because of his overwhelming physical strength, Tank-Top Master usually took down any monster with a single move, so few opponents ever made him take things seriously.
"Are you heroes even listening?" Saitama gave up trying to explain after repeatedly failing to get through to them.
"Tank-Top Heavy Punch!" Tank-Top Master roared, the solid tiles beneath him shattering, creating a pit several meters wide. His body shot forward like a rocket towards Saitama.
The speed of this was astonishing, most of the onlookers couldn't even follow it. Saitama, however, looked at the incoming fist with a completely calm expression, and delivered a simple, ordinary slap.
Boom!
With a dull, resounding crash, Tank-Top Master was sent flying without any defense.
When the surrounding people finally reacted, they saw the form of Tank-Top Master embedded in the layers of high-rise buildings he had crashed through.
Looking through the holes he'd made, they could see the unconscious figure lodged in the structure.
"Impossible, a Class S hero, with just a single…."
The people around were staring blankly at the dazed Saitama and Tank-Top Master in the distance.
"Oh, I see!"
Suddenly, a staff member clapped his hands and said, "It wasn't actually this bald guy who made the move just now. It was the Kexing Ren behind him who stepped in to save the bald guy when they saw he was losing."
"That's right, that's right. That's how it is. How could this bald guy possibly have the strength to defeat a Class S hero? He doesn't even have a hero ranking." The people around suddenly understood.
"Being able to defeat Tank-Top Master in one hit, it seems that the Kexing Ren's strength is very strong. They can definitely make it into the top 10 of Class S."
At this moment, the people around were discussing animatedly, each letting their imaginations run wild.
But no matter how they guessed, they just weren't willing to believe that Saitama had defeated Tank-Top Master with his own strength.
Saitama just stood there, expressionless, as the surrounding crowd chattered.
He didn't care at all that Bai Ye had taken credit for the feat, turning to him with a slight smile and asking, "When does the hero certification start?"
"Slap!" A hand suddenly landed on Saitama's shoulder.
Bai Ye, gripping Saitama's shoulder, looked at the gossiping crowd with a grim expression and shouted,
"Hey, you lot of blockheads, what nonsense are you spouting? That musclehead in the tank top was taken down by this bald guy with a single punch!"
"Without any evidence, you're trying to pin this on me. Are you all trying to stir up trouble for me by letting the awakened Tank-Top Master come after me?"
Seeing Bai Ye's grim face, everyone around was stunned.
Could it be that Tank-Top Master really was defeated by the bald guy?
Because Saitama was so strong, even a casual slap couldn't be captured by the surveillance, so there was no evidence to prove that Saitama had even moved.
Bai Ye could only turn to the staff member beside him helplessly and say, "Forget what I just said. Continue with his physical test."
"Y-yes," the staff member whispered, then summoned other personnel to repair the battle-damaged area, while leading the two to the testing site.
It was the same place where the group of Reincarnators had been tested not long ago, with large amounts of debris still uncleared.
Saitama followed the staff member's arrangements and entered the testing area.
The onlookers who had been skeptical about his victory over Tank-Top Master gathered around, eager to watch.
"First, 30 seconds of repeated jumping. Ready… begin!" At the counter's command, everyone around them gasped.
A blurred figure of Saitama appeared in the training area, his speed astonishing.
Meanwhile, Bai Ye silently raised his camera, recording the scene and preparing to upload it online.
The Saitama currently testing hadn't even used 1% of his power; otherwise, all of City Z would have been destroyed by a single kick.
But Bai Ye wasn't planning on letting him show his full strength just yet.
The depth of thought is like flying; most ordinary people can't do it.
When a person flies higher, the fewer people around them can keep up. In the eyes of those ordinary people on the ground who can't fly, your back becomes smaller and harder to notice the existence of your thoughts.
Strength is the same. The so-called "highbrow and few followers" is what this means.
If Bai Ye activated his biological field now, turning the ground into a single iron plate to allow Saitama's power to be better displayed, the viewers wouldn't accept it.
Instead, they would be at odds with their common sense and would use physical quantities to prove that the video of Saitama's test was photoshopped, that it was all for show.
Therefore, to let ordinary people see a glimpse of Saitama's immense power, it was sometimes necessary to lower the altitude of his "flight" a little.
In a short while, as Saitama's power test results came out, the undeniable perfect score of 50 points left no one with any objections. He was indeed terrifyingly strong.
'That's definitely a Class S hero, right? He's broken several records already,' the people around couldn't help but think.
"Right, his brain isn't exactly the sharpest, though."
Bai Ye put his arm around Saitama's shoulders and introduced him to the staff, "Don't let his strength fool you. He put all his IQ into his muscles. His score on the exam will be quite low."
'Low? How low can it be? He just seems a little spacey, not mentally challenged. If he knows a few test-taking tricks, he should at least get 40 or 50 points,' the people around couldn't help but think.
But after half an hour, seeing the written exam score of 21 points, everyone nearly spat out their drinks.
"Is there something wrong with this guy's brain?" The surrounding staff all looked at this light bulb with strange eyes. They say that the smartest people are also the dumbest, but how did it get reversed?
"Can I take a look at his written exam?" Bai Ye smiled at the staff, and the other party immediately agreed.
Looking over the test paper, with the expected mindset, Bai Ye took out his phone and snapped a photo of Saitama's exam.
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