On the top floor of the Hero Association headquarters in A City.
A lean man with short hair, wearing a black and white battle suit, was currently gazing into the distance.
Behind him, staff from the Association stood respectfully.
Suddenly, he felt something and turned his head slightly.
In the distance, a figure was rapidly flying towards them. In the blink of an eye, the figure had already crossed most of the city and paused in front of him.
"You are the Nemesis? I heard you were looking for me?" Blast curiously sized up the handsome young man in front of him, who had black hair that reached his waist and was fluttering in the wind.
White Night nodded slightly, and without any pleasantries, he directly said, "That's right. About nine days from now, I need you to use your teleportation ability to do something."
"What is it?" Blast asked.
At the same time, Blast was also surprised. He rarely used his ability in front of others; how did the other party know he had teleportation?
"Teleport me and the second-ranked One-Punch Man to outer space, as far as possible, and then teleport us back." White Night stated frankly.
"Why?"
"We need to have a little sparring match. The Earth is too fragile now. If we get serious, it might be destroyed in less than a second."
White Night spoke calmly and honestly, but Blast didn't believe a word of it.
He hadn't seen One-Punch Man's strength, so he wouldn't judge it.
But based on the brief observation of the young man in front of him, he judged that he absolutely couldn't destroy the Earth.
It would even take him a while to destroy the surface of the planet and the humans on it. The young man was definitely exaggerating.
But even so, he didn't show it on his face, instead nodding with a tolerant smile, like he was looking at a junior. "No problem, if that's what you want, I can agree."
He agreed because, based on his assessment of White Night's strength, if he went all out, a single city wouldn't be enough to contain the power unleashed during the battle.
Even if White Night were on the other side of the planet, the damage from the fight could still slightly affect the planet's magnetic field. Moving to another planet would remove some of the risk.
Blast's smile made White Night a little uncomfortable, but he didn't think it was necessary to explain himself.
So, he just emphasized, "Remember not to be late. I don't have much time."
"Not much time?" Blast sized up the youth in front of him. Was this guy's life coming to an end?
Without wasting words with Blast, White Night turned and left after expressing his needs, disappearing from Blast's sight.
Soon after, a voice rang out from behind Blast: "So you're Blast? The number one Class S, I've finally met you."
Blast turned and saw a man with a toothpick in his mouth, a samurai sword in his right hand, looking him over curiously.
He didn't know who the person in front of him was, but he still answered, "I was just asked by the Hero Association to help transport the Nemesis and One-Punch Man outside of Earth to create a battleground for them."
"What, the battle between the Nemesis and One-Punch Man is going to be held in outer space?"
Atomic Samurai was extremely disappointed. "I was originally planning to watch the fight between these two masters, but it seems I won't have the chance now."
"Watch the fight?" Blast paused, then smiled. "No problem, I'll take you there too."
"Eh, really? That's outer space, and even though I don't understand physics, I still know how dangerous the universe is," Atomic Samurai couldn't help but ask.
After all, he wasn't a monster like Saitama and White Night. Although his body could easily unleash slashes at dozens or even hundreds of times the speed of sound, he still couldn't survive in outer space.
"Don't worry, I guarantee you'll be fine," Blast said confidently.
In his opinion, it was just a sparring match between two heroes, and there would definitely be no problem with watching.
"Oh, that's great! As expected of Mr. Blast, the number one Class S hero, you're amazing. Can I bring a few more people along?" Atomic Samurai asked, a little embarrassed.
"No problem, no problem, you can bring as many as you want." Blast was elated by the flattery and agreed without thinking.
On the other side, after White Night left, he wandered through various cities as usual, looking for monsters that needed to be eliminated.
After all, every monster he eliminated earned him corresponding reward points, which was essentially grinding quests.
In the past two months, due to his involvement, it had made the other heroes miserable.
Although White Night was indeed doing it out of interest to farm points, and had wasted a lot of time and energy on Tatsumaki, he still single-handedly resolved the vast majority of disasters.
According to the Association's statistics, White Night had completed over 50% of the disasters, with over 90% of the Demon Level disasters being repelled by him alone.
The Deep Sea King, the meteorite that could destroy cities, Vaccine Man, the House of Evolution…
All of this, over the past two months, resulted in either death or assimilation.
Basically, any monster that showed its face was hunted down and killed by White Night, who followed them through the city.
The Reincarnators who had chosen the monster faction trembled at this sight, too afraid to show themselves.
But choosing the monster faction was considered a good option. The Reincarnators on White Night's side were the ones truly screwed; not a single one survived, regardless of gender.
Compared to those who had chosen the hero faction, but were all killed by White Night, living in fear was a stroke of luck.
Such high efficiency directly squeezed the living space of other heroes.
After all, the tasks completed were linked to money. As a result, even though the profit from a single disaster had increased tenfold, the money earned this month wasn't much more than before.
It was when these heroes complained that White Night heard about the situation, and he realized he might have been going a bit too hard.
Now there was also a rumor circulating online that having just White Night was enough for the Hero Association, and that all the others were just freeloaders who could be fired.
This description of White Night as a public servant made him a little unhappy. Did this group of ordinary people with an inflated sense of self really think he was serving the people?
Therefore, after some thought, he decided to assign missions below Demon Level to other heroes, which suppressed his own mission completion rate.
Meanwhile, another rumor was gaining momentum.
That was the rumor that Nemesis and One-Punch Man would be fighting for the title of strongest in a few days!
And the battlefield would be outer space, where Blast, the number one Class S hero, would transport them.
This news quickly attracted a lot of attention. The battle between these peerless strongmen made countless martial artists want to take a serious look at the fight.
So, nine days later, Blast pointed at the crowd that almost filled the entire street and said to Atomic Samurai speechlessly: "Is this what you meant by... a few people?"
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