Chapter 925

"Bang, old man, I've come to pick up Vivian."

On this day, Broly arrived at the Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist Dojo, and just as he entered, he saw Bang holding a senior phone, standing motionless in the dojo with a gloomy face.

", Bang old man, why does your complexion look so bad?"

He subconsciously asked.

"Broly————"

Bang's complexion eased a bit.

"Vivian is resting in the break room. As for why my complexion is bad, it's because I just heard that my disciple did something out of line last night."

He explained in one sentence.

"Did Saitama smash something again?"

Broly was a bit curious.

"Hey, I didn't smash anything."

Saitama just happened to come over, heard this, and hurriedly defended himself.

"It's not Saitama."

Bang also shook his head.

"It's Charanko————"

On the other side, the orange-haired youth hurriedly waved his hands.

"It's not Charanko either, but my former Senior Disciple, Garou."

"A guy who betrayed the master, what did he do to make your face look this bad?"

"A while ago, the Hero Association issued a summons to the Dark Side. You should have heard about that too, right?"

"Mm."

"Last night, after that summons meeting was held, it was crashed by that unworthy disciple of mine."

"Bang old man, is it just because of this that your face looks bad?"

"No, it's not because of this that my face looks bad. The Association wanting to cooperate with those lawbreakers active in the Dark Side is something I don't really agree with to begin with.

If it weren't for the reality of the situation, with Tiger Level and above disasters increasing, leaving the Association with no choice but to make this choice, I might have gone and crashed it myself."

"Since it's not this, then Bang old man, what is the reason your face looks bad?"

"That Reverse Disciple of mine not only crashed the venue led by the Hero Association, but also publicly declared on the spot that he wants to be a Hero Hunter, saying he'll stand on the side of monsters and evil————"

"But what does that have to do with you, old man?"

"Garou's whole body of skills was taught by me."

"Oh, I get it. Bang old man, you're worried your dojo's reputation will be dragged down and ruined!"

"Uh, there's partly that reason."

Bang didn't deny it.

"But there's also a part that's because seeing a former unworthy disciple finally stray onto the wrong path is painful."

The old man sighed.

"Understood. Then I'll go clean up the sect for you right now, guaranteed to completely eliminate that guy from this world!"

Saitama pinched his fist. Although he wasn't like his disciple Genos in respecting teachers and valuing the Way, he had also developed a sense of collective honor for the Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist Dojo he'd joined for over a month, and directly expressed an attitude of wanting to stand up for his own sect.

"Ah-choo~"

At the same time, Garou, who was on the streets of C-City searching for heroes and planning to attack, suddenly sneezed several times.

"Strange. Could it be I caught a cold from wandering outside last night and getting blown by the night wind? No, impossible. With my robust build, it's absolutely impossible to catch a cold just from night wind.

Maybe it's some smelly old man who heard about me attacking the Hero Association venue and is now thinking of me————"

The robust youth with silver-white hair raised his hand and pinched his nose, actually deducing the truth of the matter.

"Uh, Saitama, no need to eliminate him. That unworthy Junior Brother of yours is still salvageable."

Facing Saitama's puzzled gaze, Bang hurriedly explained the situation.

"Yesterday, although Garou attacked the venue led by the Hero Association and publicly declared he was a Hero Hunter standing on the monsters' side, in the end he didn't kill anyone. The three A-Class Heroes present were only beaten severely, but their lives are not in danger————"

"Mistake, I see. I thought he was some heinous murderer. Turns out he's just a delinquent youth with severe violent tendencies but who still shows restraint!"

Saitama withdrew from his murderous state.

"Bang old man, then how do you plan to handle this?"

Broly looked at Bang beside him.

"I plan to find that unworthy disciple Garou, give him a proper beating, and knock him off the wrong path and back onto the right one."

Bang stated his plan.

"Do you need any help?"

Broly asked again. Vivian always freeloads Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist lessons here, so he also wanted to return the favor for Bang's trouble in teaching.

"Not needed. Teaching disciples well is my responsibility as a master. The reason that unworthy Reverse Disciple of mine became like this today has something to do with my previous indulgence as a master. I'll personally————cough cough————"

Bang hadn't finished speaking when he started coughing.

"Sigh. Once you get old, your body has more little problems. If at that time I can't educate that unworthy Reverse Disciple, then come ask me for help."

"Master Bang, then what about me?"

"As for you, Saitama. If you encounter Garou a step ahead, then help these old bones of mine and give that fool a harsh lesson."

"Okay. If I encounter him, I'll definitely beat that jackal into a pulp first."

"It's Garou, Senior Brother Saitama."

"Whatever wolf. Anyway, I'll beat him into a dog with its tail between its legs!"

", that guy got away again?"

The Hero Hunt incident occurred, and upon hearing about it, Saitama ran from Z-City to the scene, only to find heroes who had been attacked and knocked unconscious by Garou in a small alleyway, while the attacker himself had vanished without a trace.

"No way around it, that guy Garou is definitely on guard against the possibility of this old man seeking him out, so he fires one shot and changes location."

Bang, who arrived at the scene afterward, looked at the situation of the attacked heroes being loaded into ambulances, yet he also felt somewhat helpless.

The Reverse Disciple is in the dark, while he is in the light; wanting to intercept that Reverse Disciple Garou was, for Bang, truly somewhat difficult.

"How about asking Mr. Broly for help?"

Genos, who had also followed along, proposed.

"That won't work, Broly can only distinguish the aura of acquaintances; for a stranger's aura, it's also impossible for him to distinguish it from the vast sea of people.

Asking him to find someone is less reliable than bringing Dog Hero to the scene to sniff out the scent and find the person.

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Wait, speaking of which, can't we get that guy with the sharp nose to come help?"

Mentioning Dog Hero, Saitama genuinely wanted the other party to come act as a police dog to find someone.

"Forget it, that guy Dog Hero only cares about his Q-City; nowadays disasters caused by monsters are increasing all over the world, having him leave Q-City to come here isn't very realistic."

Bang shook his head, rejecting Saitama's proposal; seeing Saitama still looking somewhat frowned, he changed the subject and said: "Saitama, your Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist has also been learned to a decent degree; how about it, want to go to a formal occasion and test your current skills?"

"Master Bang, what do you mean? I've been using the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist you taught me when fighting monsters————"

【Although the vast majority of the time, there's no need to exert the technique's borrow-strength-to-strike-strength effect; solving things purely with physical stats is enough————】

"Monsters are ultimately enemies without technique; what I mean is, letting you fight against people who have also practiced martial arts.

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"Are you always preparing to take me to kick other people's dojos?"

"It's not kicking dojos; rather, this year's Martial Arts Tournament is about to be held, and I want you to represent the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist dojo and participate."

"Uh, then the matter of teaching Garou a lesson————"

"This old man will handle it himself; don't delay you young people's growth because of this matter. The Martial Arts Tournament is a good place to witness other martial arts schools."

"But I'm not very interested————"

In this world, currently only when facing Broly does Saitama need to bring out the fist techniques he has painstakingly trained.

As for other opponents without stats, regardless of whether he uses Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist or not, it's all the same; basically they're all defeated with one punch.

"Saitama-sensei, if you win the Martial Arts Tournament championship, the daily salary for maintaining the champion position seems to be 3 million yen."

"Cough cough, I'm full of anticipation for the Martial Arts Tournament; Genos, how should I register to participate?"

Saitama's face turned serious in an instant.

"Ordinary people have to go through quite a few procedures to register, like tournament preliminaries and such, but if you have a dojo or hero identity as guarantor, you can directly participate in the formal competition."

"The situation is like this; Master Bang isn't letting Senior Brother Saitama handle that guy Garou's matter anymore; he's now going after Garou alone."

"I see; wonder when Master Bang will return to the dojo?"

"That, I'm not clear on either."

"Since that's the case, Charanko, when your master returns, you help me pass this thing to him."

Broly took out a small combination lock case from the Crystal Palace Space and pushed it to Charanko.

"Mr. Broly, this is?"

Charanko looked at the silver-white combination lock case with some puzzlement.

"The House of Evolution's Youth Serum; it's something I just got my hands on. The password is six zeros, and inside there's the serum's instruction manual; you just give the thing directly to your master.

Broly didn't explain much, merely entrusting a share of Youth Serum to Charanko to pass on to Bang later.

"Broly, are you going to participate in the Martial Arts Tournament?"

"I don't lack that bit of champion money."

"Heard that there, you can witness quite a few martial arts schools."

"Alright then, I'll register and participate too."

"The registration matter can be left to me."

Charanko volunteered.

"Then I'll trouble Junior Brother Charanko; right, Broly, do you have free time later?"

"What business do you have?"

Broly looked at Saitama curiously.

"I want to duel you."

"Wait, this is what you call a duel?"

Following Saitama home, watching Saitama skillfully turn on the television, connect the game console, open the fighting game, and toss over a controller, Broly couldn't help but ask in astonishment.

"A real-life duel inevitably becomes a contest of physical stats, but I want to compete with you on combat awareness and technique, so this (fighting game) is most suitable; right, crushing the controller counts as losing; how about it, you in or not?"

Saitama looked at Broly provocatively.

"You seem quite confident, looking like you'll win against me in this kind of duel."

Broly is no stranger to fighting games either; in the Food Spirit World, he's played quite a few times with Iwayama Huangquan and the other wives.

"Of course, I've even privately asked a coach to help with special training!"

Saitama was full of confidence.

"Fine, let's duel with this then."

Twenty minutes later, only a *click* sound was heard; the controller in Saitama's hand was directly crushed by him.

The fighting game duel had also gone from best-of-3 to 31 rounds, 16 wins.

And Saitama had just experienced his sixteenth loss.

"Why is this happening?"

"Isn't this perfectly normal? What makes you think that just because the game characters have identical stats, you can control yours better than I can?"

"Ah, then let's go again. Best of thirty-three, first to seventeen wins————"

"Don't get fired up. Your controller is broken. You've already lost."

"Ding-dong~"

Just at this time, the doorbell at Saitama's home rang.

"Saitama, about that game console I lent you last time————"

Opening the door, King stood right at the front door.

"King, you've come at just the right time. I need your help!"

Upon seeing King, Saitama's face lit up with joy, and he directly pulled the other man inside.

", Flashy Flash, why are you here?"

After King entered, he saw Broly, and a look of surprise surfaced on his face.

"Saitama invited me for a duel."

"A duel using a fighting game?"

"Right."

"Broly, I acknowledge you're powerful, but in this world, there are still people even more powerful than you!"

"You mean him?"

Broly looked at King. This man praised as the strongest in the world — he had actually kept tabs on him too, but the result of probing him with Qi was that this person's Qi was merely slightly stronger than an ordinary person's Qi, seemingly nothing special at all. However, if Saitama put it that way, then he was probably a master at suppressing his Qi.

"Right. You don't mind if I call in external aid to have a contest with you, do you?"

Saitama nodded and asked.

"Fine. Then let me test his mettle."

Broly perked up with some interest. To be able to suppress his Qi in front of him to the extent that even he couldn't detect it, this King before him

might actually have some real skill.

"This isn't too good, is it?"

It was King who seemed a bit restrained. And his true situation had already been confessed to Saitama before this.

"There's nothing wrong with it. You're the (reigning multi-time champion of fighting games) world champion!"

Having his area of expertise mentioned, King didn't back down. He took out the game controller he carried with him, plugged it in, and sat down next to Broly.

As the fighting game started, the two game characters on the TV began battling fiercely. Not to mention, compared to Saitama's play, King's operation brought the pressure directly to the max.

The slightest lapse in attention, and the character he controlled landed a grab. Broly's controlled character was directly knocked down half a health bar.

Although Broly afterward also seized the opportunity and had his controlled character unleash a combo on the opponent's controlled character, he still lost.

The score went from sixteen wins zero losses to sixteen wins one loss. As the fighting game continued, the originally lopsided score was actually pulled back by King.

The smile on Broly's face had already disappeared, because someone who wants to win doesn't smile. And King's face, from the relaxed expression of the first match, also turned into a serious look.

Compared to Saitama, whom he could defeat with just two fingers, Super Flash's gaming talent was simply perverted. He could distinctly feel the other party's growth. In this match, his controlled character's health bar was just a hair's breadth away from being counter-killed by the opponent.

In reality, he was just a shut-in with a loud heartbeat, but in the game, he truly was the genuine article King.

However, right now, his throne seemed a bit precarious.

【No good. The game is my last sanctuary. I have to hold onto it————】

"Worthy of being the strongest man in this world."

Broly put down the game controller.

"How about it? Any interest in having a discussion on combat skills in reality with me?"

Hearing this, King, who had originally wanted to protect his gaming throne, instantly went dazed, and fine beads of cold sweat also emerged on his forehead.

【Me, fight Flashy Flash in reality? For real?!】

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