Chapter 930: Also Heroes, Yet There Is a Gap (Fracture Competitor)

Saitama beat the bitter worm into a pig's head before stopping, making him apologize and admit defeat.

Afterward, participants appeared one after another, using various martial arts styles.

Broly watched from below the stage, but gradually began yawning.

"Mr. Flashy Flash, did you not sleep well last night?"

Beside him, a cheongsam-clad girl adorned with many bell decorations initiated conversation with him.

"Huh?"

Seeing Broly look over in confusion, this cheongsam girl introduced herself.

"Hello, I am Lingling of the Bell-Ringing Fist, your opponent in the next match."

The Chinese-style girl said this and reached out her hand.

"Third-rate Fist, Broly."

Broly did not reject her from afar and shook hands with her.

"At the same time, I am also a loyal fan of the beauty pageant you host, Teacher Broly."

The girl named Lingling added another sentence.

"So this counts as a fan meet-and-greet?"

"I only hope Mr. Broly can properly guide me in the ring later."

"My guidance fee is expensive, but this is a competition, and you are my fan, so it's fine."

Broly released this person's hand and turned his gaze back to the ring.

This match was A-Class Hero Lightning Max versus Dark Body Fist Water Dragon.

This A-Class Hero, after removing some hero equipment, was still quite skilled as a martial artist.

However, his opponent was a somewhat carefree but very strong fellow who toyed with him using leg techniques the whole time.

"I heard being a hero pays well, even a fellow like you with unsteady footing can be an A-Class Hero, so if I became a hero, wouldn't I directly become an S-Class Hero?"

Water Dragon dodged Lightning Max's kick with a smile on his face.

"I admit you have some skill, but S-Class Heroes are all monsters."

"I saw Mr. Broly yawning just now; did you not sleep well last night and feel sleepy?"

Below the stage, Bell-Ringing Fist Lingling sat beside Broly and asked the question again.

"Although I slept little last night, I am not sleepy; I just came to the Martial Arts Tournament wanting to see the participants' martial arts."

"But as it turned out, the participants' martial arts level was somewhat disappointing; among so many who took the stage, only this match is slightly interesting."

"As for the rest, compared to Old Man Bang's Water-Rock Crushing Fist, they are far inferior; calling them flowery fists and embroidered legs is not an exaggeration."

Broly answered casually, and the match on stage had already decided a winner, with Lightning Max being knocked out by Water Dragon's High Axe Kick.

【Old Man Bang? Silver Fang, a senior figure in the martial arts world, letting us young juniors compare with him?】

The Bell-Ringing Fist girl's mouth corner twitched, feeling she was also among those with flowery fists and embroidered legs.

Soon it was her and Broly's turn.

"Mr. Broly, please instruct me."

On stage, the bell girl respectfully performed a fist salute toward Broly.

"Come on, but I will only give you five minutes."

As the Referee announced the start of the match, the bell girl rushed over.

Although her body was covered in bells, when moving quickly, the bells on her body made no sound, as if the beads inside had been removed.

Broly made a sound of surprise, sidestepped to dodge the bell girl's straight-step thrust punch, then shifted one step in the direction she charged; the whirlwind kick she launched by spinning and raising her leg after the straight-step thrust punch was also easily dodged by him.

The Commentator's voice affected the bell girl's fist technique on stage; her originally short, fast, and steady fist technique gradually showed haste, and the best proof was the bells hanging on her body, which began to ring.

Lingling, Bell-Ringing Fist, top female fighter in the women's combat world, reportedly joined this Comprehensive Martial Arts Tournament to prove women's combat skills are not inferior to men's, but facing S-Class Rank 3 Hero Super Flash, famous since debut for Death Flash, can she really prove herself?

The Commentator's commentary voice affected the bell girl's fist technique on stage; her originally short, fast, and steady fist technique gradually showed haste, and the best proof was the bells hanging on her body, which began to ring.

Ding Lingling, not pleasant to hear, but her fist technique had problems, and her attack rhythm was completely disrupted.

Seeing this, Broly furrowed his brow and flicked a finger sword from afar, directly cutting the microphone cable connected to the speaker on the commentary stand.

"Don't be affected by the outside world; adjust your mindset and finish your fight properly."

The bell girl was stunned upon hearing this, but still quickly adjusted her state as instructed.

Her fist technique became smooth again, and the ding Lingling bell sound disappeared again.

Although, after five minutes passed, this person still had not landed a single punch on Broly.

"Your fist technique is interesting, suitable for petite figures, but when using this fist technique, you need to be more calm; once you panic, this fist technique becomes full of flaws. Hmm, your fist technique needs some improvements—"

Broly poked the bell girl's forehead between her eyebrows with one finger, ending the match, and then began instructing her on the shortcomings of her fist technique as agreed before the match.

The bell girl listened somewhat entranced, but soon she felt strong gazes from the audience seats.

Turning her head, she saw three beautiful women sitting in consecutive seats in the VIP area of the audience stand, looking over here with scrutinizing gazes; probably, seemingly, well, they should be staring at her.

And she knew all three of them; they were the championship winners from different cities in the beauty pageant hosted by Mr. Broly beside her.

It seemed they obviously had an unclear relationship with this Mr. Broly, and she was probably being regarded as a love rival.

"Mr. Broly, thank you for your guidance, I won't disturb you anymore~"

Bell-Ringing Fist Lingling was truly afraid of being killed by those three women's gazes; she thanked him and hurriedly left.

"Broly, you're having peach blossom luck again?!"

Saitama watched the bell girl run away and asked Broly, who had returned to the participant seats.

"What are you talking about?"

Broly looked at him strangely.

"Weren't you just flirting with that cute Bell girl? With your strength, you could easily knock her out with one punch, but instead you were flirting with her on the ring."

Saitama wore an expression of "I understand you."

"You misunderstand. She's my fan. Before going on stage just now, she approached me on her own and asked me to teach her martial arts."

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Broly was somewhat speechless, but still explained.

", you have female fans, really?"

Saitama's eyes widened.

"What's that expression? Is it strange that I have female fans? Not long ago, I even received fan letters sent to me by the Hero Association, and among them were quite a few whose content was clearly written by female fans, like 'Flashy Flash, I love you,' that sort of love letter—"

Back then, Mosquito Girl even asked him whether they should investigate those letter writers, pick out some good-looking guys from among them, to serve as external wives.

"What, Saitama, surely you don't have fans sending you letters?"

Broly looked at Saitama with a doubtful gaze.

"Impossible. Of course I have fans sending me letters, and not just letters—those fans also send me useful gifts."

Saitama hurriedly waved his hands to deny it, while his mind recalled some letters sent to him that read 'Perverts who only go for headshots, hurry up and die,' those cursed letters, as well as useful gifts like box cutters and bloody cleavers.

Who knows if, within the price of getting stronger, there was also the cost of consuming his own luck. In any case, Saitama always seemed to run into some annoying troubles that would make a normal person lose their cool.

Of course, Saitama's mindset was very good. He had become a hero out of interest, so he didn't really care about these annoying troubles.

Until now, when he had a comparison of fan quality with Broly—

At this moment, Saitama, sitting on a chair, felt his surroundings were all grayish-white tones, and directly entered a low-pressure atmosphere.

Originally wanting to train the Flowing Water Rock-Crushing Fist, but in the subsequent matches, Saitama completely lost the desire to use the Flowing Water Rock-Crushing Fist. The participants he faced were all knocked out by him with one punch, or blown out of the ring, completely powerless to fight back.

Broly was the same. Because among his upcoming opponents, there were none who actively ran over to say they were his fans, so he was also not polite when he attacked.

"Interesting, actually doing one-hit KOs? Fine, I'll do it too."

Below the stage, Water Dragon saw this and also joined in. As long as he could defeat his opponent in one move, he would absolutely not use a second move.

And with these three participants who one-hit KO'd their opponents, the entire process of the Comprehensive Martial Arts Tournament proceeded extremely quickly.

Compared to the other participants, these three were existences with a broken strength gap. Of course, Broly and Saitama's gaps were even more thorough.

"You're Saitama, the 4th S-Class Hero, right? I can feel your strength, but I don't know—if I accidentally beat you later, could you recommend me to join the Hero Association, letting me become an S-Class Hero without examination?"

"To be honest, I'm always playing around, don't have any proper job, and am constantly nagged by my little sister at home, saying I'm this old and still haven't found a proper job—"

During the semifinals, Water Dragon encountered Saitama and chattered on to Saitama. This person's general meaning was that he wanted to defeat Saitama in this match, step on Saitama to join the Hero Association and become a new S-Class Hero, then easily be a hero, receive the high subsidy the Hero Association gave to S-Class Heroes, and continue living his carefree days of picking up girls.

"Hey, if you become a hero, you should properly do the things a hero needs to do, right?"

After listening, Saitama suddenly asked him.

"You mean things like defeating monsters and solving disasters?"

"Mm."

"That's for sure. If I happen to run into them, I'll just do a good deed along the way."

"But what if you don't happen to run into them, yet you need to do heroic deeds?"

"Then it depends on the situation. If I'm in a good mood, I'll go do it. If I'm in a bad mood, I won't. After all, living easily and happily is my life motto."

Water Dragon answered as if it were only natural.

"Is that so? Then I can't lose to you. Otherwise, among the heroes of the Hero Association, there would be one more guy who's clearly not reliable."

"Haha, is that what you're going to say before you lose? Then I'll have to get serious too. Remember to recommend me after I defeat you."

Water Dragon was full of confidence, but facing Saitama without his wig, his fate was obvious.

Saitama just used one punch to blow this kid away.

With a bang, he smashed into the wall outside the ring, his whole body embedded in the wall.

And Broly, after Saitama dealt with Water Dragon, also made his debut and dealt with his own semifinal opponent.

One who claimed to be a killer who had undergone gene screening and had a very powerful lineage.

As for the opponent's assassination fighting techniques, Broly had only one evaluation: weak.

Before the Martial Arts Tournament decides the champion, it will first decide the third place.

Water Dragon was slapped awake and quickly realized he had been one-hit KO'd by someone.

If he had been normally one-hit KO'd by someone, he might not have felt anything.

But after talking so much trash with himself as the premise for victory, now Water Dragon only felt his face burning with pain, feeling a kind of social death.

【Fortunately, on the ring just now, my voice wasn't loud, so the other audience members probably didn't hear clearly what I actually said—】

This was the only thing Water Dragon found comfort in now.

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"What, monsters are appearing all over the place attacking cities?"

"Fine, I'll go deal with the monsters on my side."

Genos received the phone call and glanced at Saitama in the arena.

【Saitama-sensei should be very much looking forward to fighting Mr. Broly again. I'll guard this side.】

Genos stood up, preparing to leave the audience seats, and saw that Hell's Blizzard and Vivian on the other side had also received notification calls from the Hero Association.

"Miss Fubuki, Miss Vivian, and Miss Mosquito Girl, I'll deal with the monsters attacking cities outside. Please don't disturb Mr. Broly for now, and let the Martial Arts Tournament continue—"

Genos, for his own teacher, begged Mosquito Girl and the others.

"Fine, as long as you can deal with them."

Fubuki and Vivian glanced at each other and did not refuse Genos's request.

"But I'll go help too."

Vivian said actively. She was truly serious about being a hero.

"Fubuki Sister, Mosquito Girl Sister, are you going?"

"Since you've already called me Sister, how could I not go?"

Mosquito Girl was somewhat helpless; they were sisters who shared the same bed through thick and thin, so at this moment she also wasn't at ease letting Vivian go alone to fight the group of monsters attacking the City outside.

"Let's go; I also happen to want to test just how much stronger my Psychic Power has gotten during this Recent Period."

"Right, should we say hi to Broly?"

"You just tell him that the Three People of us are going Outside together for Justice Execution, and have him stay Here and continue the competition."

Inside the Venue/Field, Broly received Mosquito Girl's Private Message, glanced back at the Three People leaving the Audience Seats, and replied to Mosquito Girl: 【If you run into a Powerful opponent that's hard to Deal With, remember to call for help, Don't Force it.】

【Put your heart back in your Stomach, I'll Watch Over the other Two People well.】

In response, Mosquito Girl replied with One Sentence; she Counts as the Strongest in Strength/Power among the Three People.

Of Course, that was before.

As For now, Fubuki and Mosquito Girl haven't compared again, so it's hard to say.

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