Chapter 886: High Sparring Fee Deters

"Broly, how about another round?"

"What's wrong, can't accept defeat?"

"No, I accept defeat, it's just that I feel if I fight you again now, my performance will definitely be better than just now."

Saitama clenched his fist; in the battle just now, he could feel many of his own shortcomings, and could also feel his strength rapidly increasing during combat—a feeling of getting stronger that he hadn't experienced since he started being able to blast various enemies with one punch.

So even though he had taken a beating and was full of anger just now, after calming down, Saitama could still feel excited about it.

"I believe this: among the opponents I've met, your potential is relatively exaggerated. When I fought you just now, I could clearly feel your body constantly getting stronger under the pressure I gave you, breaking through the limits you originally possessed—"

"Then—"

"But why should I keep fighting you? You want to use me as a whetstone, using the pressure I give you to quickly get stronger, but why should I indulge you?"

Broly had stayed in this world for quite a while, but he still needed to find capture targets; even if he hadn't found any for now, playing with Mosquito Girl was fine too.

And spending time fighting Saitama was, for Broly, purely a waste of time; fighting other battle experts, he could at least learn something, but fighting Saitama, this pure stat monster, what could he learn? Learn Saitama's somewhat peculiar body that could constantly break through limits and get stronger?

"Uh—"

Saitama scratched his head, feeling that Broly's refusal wasn't unreasonable.

"Then if I want to hire you as a sparring partner, how much money would it cost?"

"If you're paying, that's another matter."

Although Zenier sponsored him, Broly himself was short of money; even the costs of renting rooms and eating these past few days were paid with the prize money from Mosquito Girl winning the Beauty Pageant Champion.

"My pricing standard isn't high, charged by the hour. You're the first person in this world who wants me to be a sparring partner, so I'll give you a discount—just give me one million."

Saitama: "—"

An hourly rate of one million; he also wanted to do this job.

"Sorry, I disturbed you."

Touching his own empty wallet, Saitama's fighting spirit vanished completely clean; a poor bastard isn't qualified to hire a sparring partner.

"Teacher Saitama, I can help pay for the sparring."

Seeing this, Genos directly said.

"Forget it, I can't pay back one million."

"No need for Teacher Saitama to pay it back; just treat it as my tuition as your disciple in the future."

"Then also don't—"

Saitama hurriedly waved his hand; he now didn't even know what he could teach Genos.

Not collecting tuition was fine, but if he collected tuition and couldn't teach others real things, it would definitely make him feel very guilty.

"I'm hungry, want to go eat breakfast together? I'll treat you."

Saitama rubbed his belly, ending this topic.

"Broly, want to come too?"

"Didn't I say when I came that I already ate?"

"I know, it's just that you fought me for not a short time just now, your consumption shouldn't be small either, why not eat another meal?"

The challenge was invited by himself, and the other party agreed, but after all, the other party quoted a sparring pricing standard of an hourly rate of one million, which made Saitama feel like he had taken advantage of the other person, so he wanted to show something.

"I'll treat, I'll treat her portion too, just treat it as compensation for that slap just now."

Saitama pointed at Mosquito Girl and said.

【Maybe, after getting on good terms with Broly, if I want to find him to fight again in the future, I can get him to give me a friend price.】

He thought in his heart.

"Wait, wasn't it agreed you'd treat us, so why are you treating us to udon noodles?"

Arriving at a noodle shop, Saitama told the other three not to be polite, to order whatever from the cheapest udon noodles on the wall, but limited to one bowl, which made Mosquito Girl retort.

"No way, my wallet is empty, I can only afford this."

Saitama opened his wallet and generously showed it to Mosquito Girl.

That empty wallet without even a single large bill directly made Mosquito Girl fall silent.

This baldy really is sincere, taking out all his family assets to treat everyone to a meal.

"Forget it, I've received your apology; I also had problems before, so you don't need to treat me to noodles, just treat Broly."

"Then that's settled."

Saitama was very happy that he could save the cost of a bowl of noodles.

", Broly, how much can you eat now?"

Suddenly, Saitama noticed the noodle challenge item hanging on the noodle shop's signboard, turned his head and asked.

"Eating a bucket of noodles shouldn't be a problem."

Broly also saw the words written on the signboard: 【Challenge: successfully eat a bucket of noodles within one hour, prize money 50,000 yen, failure requires paying 10,000 yen】.

"How about this? If you win, it's yours; if you lose, it's mine."

"But your wallet seems to not even have 10,000 yen, right?"

"It doesn't matter; as long as you don't lose, I don't have to pay."

"And even if you lose, as long as I win, won't there be money to pay the bill?"

Broly:

What a move of empty stomach condom white flour.

"Uncle at the noodle shop, the three of us want to participate in the noodle challenge!"

"Okay, three customers, please wait a moment."

After waiting ten minutes, the noodle shop boss and a waitress girl came out from the back kitchen carrying three buckets of noodles.

"This is the bowl you're challenging."

"Wait, isn't this bowl a bit too much?"

Saitama looked at the bowl as tall as his face, hesitating slightly.

"Not much. The portion is marked on the challenge sign; our shop absolutely does not cheat."

The noodle shop boss smiled broadly. He indeed hadn't cheated; it was just that the challenge portion he set was measured by raw noodles and cooked meat.

Raw noodles absorb water and increase in weight when cooked, while cooked meat is measured after shrinking from cooking—genuine, absolutely not reducing the bucket noodle portion by half.

This combination meant many big eaters who wanted to win prize money by eating noodles ultimately returned in defeat, and after failing the challenge, obediently paid the bill.

Although the three before him looked like they had some appetite, the noodle shop boss was still very confident in his shop's bucket noodle portion.

But unfortunately, he had run into Broly the Saiyan and Genos the cyborg.

In less than half an hour, Broly finished a bucket of noodles.

Forty minutes later, Genos also finished the bucket of noodles in front of him.

"Mr. Broly, you're truly amazing. After finishing the noodles, you can even order something else to eat."

"It's almost noon. The noodles here taste good, so I just had my lunch too. Want some?"

"No, one bucket of noodles is enough for me."

"By the way, your mechanical body—can you really digest food?"

"Yes. Although most of my body has been modified, part of the stomach organ for absorbing nutrients is retained. It's just that accelerating digestion requires extra energy consumption."

Pausing, Genos looked at Broly's still flat abdomen: "Mr. Broly, you've eaten so much, yet your belly hasn't bulged at all."

"My digestion is better."

"Ugh, I feel like I can't eat anymore."

Beside them, Saitama watched the two, who had succeeded in the challenge and started chatting, covering his mouth so the noodles not yet swallowed wouldn't spray out.

"Your eating capacity isn't great either. How dare you bring us to challenge?"

Broly looked at his bulging belly and couldn't help but retort.

"I didn't expect the food to be so much."

"Cheer on, Saitama-sensei. You just have to finish the soup."

Genos cheered him on from the side.

"Excuse me, can I go to the toilet?"

Saitama raised his hand.

"You can't vomit, otherwise it counts as cheating."

"I won't vomit. Boss, you can follow in to supervise."

After being supervised by the noodle shop boss to the toilet, Saitama finally finished the noodle soup in the bucket in the last minute.

"I can't anymore."

At the moment the noodle shop boss reluctantly announced the challenge success, Saitama also collapsed directly, noodles even coming out of his nose.

In the morning, sparring with Broly, Saitama wasn't knocked down, but now one bucket of noodles almost took him away.

Saitama sat on the noodle shop chair, rested for a while, and finally recovered.

"Are you stronger than me just because you can eat more than me?"

Looking at Broly still eating, Saitama couldn't help but ask.

"Although eating capacity represents strength to some extent, I'm stronger than you obviously because of technique. Hmm, your physical quality is almost catching up to me, and your control of force isn't bad either, it's just that your technique is too crude."

"When you go back, practice combat techniques more. Relying entirely on physical reaction to fight is fine against opponents with worse physical quality than you, but against those not weaker than you, you'll be at a loss."

Saitama brought his fifty thousand prize money, and Broly didn't mind giving his advice.

"That said, you're the first opponent I've met since I went bald who can beat me."

Saitama also reflected. Before going bald, he used combat techniques learned from free fighting videos on the internet to deal with opponents, but after going bald, the enemies he met became easier and easier to deal with, often gone with one punch—what use was technique? He gradually ignored so-called technique, but now it seemed technique was still useful, not for bullying the weak, but for fighting opponents stronger than himself.

【Hmm, decided. When I go back, I'll go find some fighting videos to watch.】

Saitama thought this, and the noodle shop door was pulled open. A handsome blue-haired youth stepped in, walking toward them.

Seeing the person enter, some female customers in the noodle shop cried out in surprise. Broly glanced sideways and heard the mosquito woman's voice beside him: "Wait, it's Sweet Mask."

"Who?"

"Didn't we go watch an idol drama he starred in together not long ago?"

The mosquito woman reminded him, and Broly then remembered.

"Sorry. Compared to watching dramas, I seem to pay more attention to you."

Hearing this, the mosquito woman's cheeks turned red. She said "annoying," leaned her body over, and kissed him.

Saitama sat opposite, watching their interaction, only feeling something slapping back and forth on his face.

"You're Genos, the S-Class Hero specially evaluated by the Association, right?"

Sweet Mask came to stand beside them, his gaze locked on Genos as he asked.

"It's me. You, A-Class Hero Rank 1, what business do you have with me?"

Genos looked at this person doubtfully.

"Maybe he's here to suppress you, this S-Class newcomer. The hero industry seems to have a culture of seniority. Veteran heroes are dissatisfied when newcomers surpass their ranking and want to teach the newcomers a lesson. Yesterday, I beat down a guy who came looking for trouble—"

Saitama said quietly from the side.

"I want to talk to you. Let's go out."

Sweet Mask ignored Saitama's words and directly invited him.

"Need help?"

Saitama volunteered.

"Not needed, Sensei Saitama, I can solve it myself."

"Then be careful."

Genos followed Sweet Mask out.

"I'm full, so I'll leave first."

Not long after he left, Broly also stood up and prepared to leave.

"Oh, then see you next time."

"Sir, are you together?"

Seeing he was about to leave, the noodle shop owner's daughter hurriedly walked over to ask.

"Mm, the guy behind will treat the meal money, my challenge success prize money, you give it to him."

", this is too embarrassing."

Hearing this, Saitama hurriedly waved his hand, whoever challenges takes the money, that's reasonable, how can he take the money.

However, Broly waved his hand, and left with Mosquito Girl.

"This sir, that sir who left, after challenge success, also ordered eighty thousand yen of dishes, deducting his challenge success prize money, you still need to pay an extra thirty thousand yen, using your prize money to offset, we can only give you twenty thousand yen prize money."

And when the noodle shop owner's daughter, holding the long bill and explaining the remaining situation after the challenge prize money was deducted, Saitama didn't feel Broly's challenge prize money he took had any problem.

"This eats too much~"

Looking at the long list, Saitama's mouth corner twitched.

"Please give me a glass of ice water, thanks."

He felt his loss wasn't unjust, that guy's eating power is undeniable.

Not long after, Genos returned.

"How about it, did you win?"

Saitama gnawing on ice cubes on one side, asked on the other.

"Didn't fight."

", that guy isn't here to bully newcomers?"

"No."

"Then what did he come for?"

"Seems like he came to welcome me."

", the treatment between people, the gap is this big?"

Saitama was surprised.

"Sensei Saitama, I have something, so I'll leave first."

"Uh, okay, you do as you please."

After waiting for Genos to leave, Saitama only then reacted, this cheap disciple didn't take the prize money.

"Forget it, next time I see him, I'll return it to him then."

Chased out, didn't discover Genos's figure, Saitama could only temporarily put the challenge prize money away properly.

"Ding dong~"

Evening, after showering, Saitama just finished watching a free fighting video tutorial, the doorbell rang.

Walked to open the door, saw Genos behind his back carrying a huge luggage bag, standing straight outside.

"So late, what is this?"

"I have already become Sensei Saitama your disciple, for this coming period I want to live together with you, for the convenience of observing Sensei your daily life's every move."

Hearing this, Saitama only felt his body a bit hairy: "Your challenge eat noodles prize money wasn't taken, I helped you take it back, now I'll go get it for you, you wait, after taking it just leave."

"Sensei Saitama, why do you reject me outside the door, could it be you regret accepting me as disciple?"

"Uh, this is not————"

Saitama felt a bit guilty, he indeed regretted it.

"Just this morning after losing to Broly, self-awareness personal capability still not good, so, feel can't keep you, lest mislead students."

Saitama found a decent excuse.

"I see, then please rest assured, no matter what, Sensei Saitama, you are the teacher I acknowledge."

"No, Genos, Broly clearly is stronger than me, compared to me, shouldn't you more go consult him?"

"Yes, I will also go consult Mr. Broly, just, this and me wanting to follow by Sensei Saitama's side, observe learn Sensei Saitama this matter, also doesn't have any conflict."

Saitama still wanted to continue politely refuse, then saw Genos throw a thick stack of bills on the table.

"Water electricity rent I'll pay."

One sentence poked into heart socket, Saitama fell silent for a while, then asked: "Genos, your toothbrush didn't forget to bring right?"

"Didn't forget."

"Then I'll make a spot for you."

"I'll sleep in the kitchen is fine."

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