Dressed as King? Facing vaccine addicts right from the start!

He slowly stood up and bowed deeply to the audience.

In the audience, Lin Mo let out a long sigh of relief, his face beaming with undisguised satisfaction.

"Well done..." he whispered to himself in a voice only he could hear.

"...Unlicensed Rider".

Chapter 135 Water Ball Carbonated Fist

The audience relished the thrilling match where the underdog triumphed over the strong, while martial artists cast scrutinizing and wary glances at the mysterious fighter known as "Ghost Dragon."

This enthusiastic atmosphere gradually cooled down after a few unremarkable matches.

The host's voice rang out again through the loudspeaker, drawing everyone's attention back to the ring.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Please pay attention! Because the next contestant to appear is the embodiment of power and the epitome of violence!"

"He is the two-time champion of the 'Super Fighting' tournament, Dark Hell Style - Bakuzan!!!"

As the host's voice rang out, a majestic figure emerged from the contestants' tunnel.

Bakuzan was shirtless, every muscle exuding explosive power.

He raised his arms high and roared like a wild beast at the audience. His domineering aura, which looked down on everything, made the audience in the front row feel suffocated.

"Ooh ooh ooh ooh! Exploding mountain! Exploding mountain!"

The atmosphere at the scene was instantly ignited, and countless spectators stood up and cheered.

"Hmph, this is the true way of martial arts!" Baoshan felt a sense of satisfaction rising in his heart as he felt the admiration of the crowd.

He glanced dismissively in the direction the unlicensed rider had left.

"A bunch of insects that only know how to hide, do you see? This is true power! I will use absolute strength to completely crush all those opportunists!"

The host's voice rang out again, deliberately drawing out his words to build suspense: "So, who is our champion, Baoshan's, opponent?"

All eyes followed his arm and turned to the other side of the players' tunnel.

"He is a direct disciple of the dojo of S-class hero, 'Silver Fang' Bang!"

"Although this is his first time participating, his strength is said to be unfathomable! He is none other than Chalanzi, the Water Ball Carbonated Fist fighter!"

"Water Ball Carbonated Fist?"

The comical name elicited a chorus of suppressed laughter from the audience.

As soon as the words were spoken, a figure wearing a ridiculous brown wig and cheap sportswear yawned and slowly walked out of the players' tunnel.

"Pfft—" Lin Mo almost spat out the juice in his mouth again.

He tried to hold it in, but his shoulders trembled violently uncontrollably.

Although it's not the first time we've seen it, Saitama's appearance, coupled with titles like "Bang's Disciple" and "Water Balloon Carbonation Fist," always manages to hit his funny bone perfectly.

The audience's reaction was even more direct.

"What's going on? Is that Master Bang's disciple?"

"Grandpa Baoshan's opponent is actually this kind of trash? Is there any suspense left in the match? I bet it'll be over in ten seconds!"

Compared to Bakuzan's imposing aura, Saitama's appearance was rather unremarkable.

His slouching posture and vacant eyes made him look as if he hadn't woken up yet, completely unlike a martial artist about to fight.

In the contestant preparation area, Suiryu saw this scene, and the interest that had been aroused by "Ghost Dragon" dissipated again.

He leaned back lazily against the wall and chuckled, "Looks like it's going to be another boring match. It seems that Master Bangu's dojo is also facing a lack of successors."

In the audience, Genos immediately sat up straight, his expression serious.

"It's finally the teacher's turn to compete. I've connected all the monitoring equipment in the venue to my system to ensure that no external factors will interfere with the teacher's competition experience."

On the stage, Baoshan looked at his lazy opponent and laughed in anger.

He felt he had been insulted like never before.

"Hey, you're the disciple of 'Water Flow Rock Smashing Fist'?" Bakuzan looked down at Saitama.

"Is that old man Bang senile? Sending a weakling like you, who doesn't even have any presence, to participate in the competition? Is he trying to use you to highlight my strength?"

"Huh? Oh."

Saitama responded lazily.

"You guy...!"

Bakuzan was thoroughly enraged by his dismissive attitude.

He channeled all his anger, along with his disdain for the previous "Ghost Dragon" match, into one.

He wanted to use the most brutal and direct method to prove to everyone how ridiculous and powerless skill is in the face of absolute power!

"Since that's the case, I'll make sure you don't even have a chance to regret it!"

Bakuzan roared, "I'll beat you to a pulp! I'll show you the ultimate secret of my 'Dark Hell Style'!"

The referee turned pale with fright when he saw the undisguised murderous intent in Bakuzan's eyes.

He dared not utter another word of nonsense, and immediately rang the bell to start the match with all his might, then quickly retreated to the very edge of the ring.

"bite--!!!"

"Die, you piece of trash—!!!"

The moment the bell rang, the mountain erupted!

With a swift movement, his massive body shot towards Saitama!

His muscles bulged high, concentrating all his power into his right fist!

"Dark Hell Style Ultimate Technique: Hell Burial Cannon!!!"

This punch was a full-force strike from Bakuzan!

Before the fist even landed, the violent pressure of the punch already caused the air to explode with a sharp bang!

The audience stared in horror, as if they could already see the unfortunate girl named "Chalanzi" being sent flying by that punch!

Shuilong's eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but admire in his heart: "Such astonishing destructive power... In terms of pure strength alone, this guy is indeed a monster."

Faced with this terrifying attack, Saitama finally reacted.

He raised his head, and the hideous face of Baoshan was reflected in his dead fish eyes.

He felt a little annoyed.

This person has been yelling non-stop since they came on stage; it's really noisy.

So he raised his hand.

There was no stance, no build-up of power, and not even a shift in the waist and hips.

He simply met the attack with his fist.

It was a punch that looked soft and weak.

The next instant, two fists, one large and one small, with vastly different auras, gently collided under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Time seemed to have been paused at this moment.

The ferocity and rage on Baoshan's face froze instantly.

His pupils dilated suddenly, filled with fear.

The opponent's seemingly weak fist contained unimaginable power, instantly blocking his attack.

“Crack…Crack…”

A series of teeth-grinding cracking sounds echoed clearly in the deathly silent hall.

Then, to everyone's stunned gaze, Bakuzan's massive body, like a ball kicked away by a giant, flew backwards in a blur.

"boom--!!!"

He crashed through the thick concrete wall of the stadium, leaving a clear, human-shaped hole, and disappeared from everyone's sight, flying an unknown distance.

The entire venue was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Only the comical man remained on the field, slowly retracting his unremarkable fist, a hint of apology in his eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I used too much force."

Chapter 136 The Stranger Attacks

Deathly silence.

If Mumen Rider's previous victory brought astonishment, then Saitama's attack at this moment was completely incomprehensible to them.

The tens of thousands of audience members in the venue looked back and forth between "Chalanzi" and the large human-shaped hole in the wall in the distance, some of them unable to believe it.

Just one punch.

That two-time champion, that oppressive and powerful Baoshan, was sent flying like a soda can.

"This...this is..."

The referee's lips trembled; he was closest and felt it most acutely.

Although the punch wasn't aimed at him, at the moment of impact, he vaguely felt he saw his great-grandmother, and he was still covered in cold sweat.

He opened his mouth, wanting to announce the result of the match, but found that he could no longer make a sound.

In the end, it was Saitama himself who broke the silence.

He walked up to the referee, scratched his ear, and asked, "Um... can I leave now?"

"Ah...ah! Yes!"

The referee jumped up abruptly, then remembered his duty, and shouted with all his might, his voice cracking:

"The winner—Chalanzi!!!"

This announcement instantly ignited the entire venue.