The audience enthusiastically discussed the thrilling underdog victory, while martial artists cast scrutinizing and wary glances at the mysterious fighter named Ghost Dragon.
This fervent atmosphere gradually cooled down with a few uneventful matches.
Until the host's voice once again resounded through the loudspeakers, drawing everyone's attention back to the ring.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Please perk up! Because the next contestant to appear is the embodiment of strength, the synonym for violence!"
"He is the two-time 'Super Fight' champion, Dark Hell Style—Bakuzan!!!"
Accompanying the host's voice, a powerful figure emerged from the contestant's tunnel.
Bakuzan was shirtless, every muscle brimming with explosive power.
He raised his arms, letting out a beast-like roar to the stands, his domineering aura, looking down on everything, even made the front-row audience feel suffocated.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh! Bakuzan! Bakuzan!"
The atmosphere instantly ignited, and countless spectators stood up, cheering.
"Hmph, now this is martial arts!" Bakuzan felt the adoration of the crowd, and a sense of satisfaction welled up in his heart.
He cast a disdainful glance in the direction Mumen Rider had exited.
"A bunch of bugs who only know how to hide, did you see that? This is true strength! I will use absolute power to completely crush all those who try to take shortcuts!"
The host's voice rang out again, he deliberately prolonged his words, building up the suspense: "So, the opponent of our champion Bakuzan is—"
All eyes followed his arm, turning to the contestant tunnel on the other side.
"He is the direct disciple of S-Class Hero, Mr. Silver Fang Bang's dojo!"
"Although it's his first time competing, his strength is said to be unfathomable! He is, Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist—Charanko!"
"Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist?"
This comical name caused a wave of suppressed snickers throughout the venue.
As the words fell, a figure with a comical brown wig and cheap sportswear, yawning and slowly walking out of the contestant tunnel.
It was Saitama.
"Pfft—" Lin Mo almost sprayed out the juice in his mouth again.
He forcibly held it in, but his shoulders uncontrollably trembled violently.
Although it wasn't the first time he'd seen it, Saitama's appearance, coupled with titles like "Bang's top disciple" and "Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist," always perfectly hit his funny bone.
The reaction in the audience was even more direct.
"What's going on? Is that Master Bang's disciple?"
"Lord Bakuzan'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 oppressive aura, Saitama's entrance was unremarkable.
His loose posture, vacant eyes, as if he hadn't woken up yet, completely unlike a martial artist about to fight.
In the contestant waiting area, when Suiryu saw this scene, his interest, which had been piqued by "Ghost Dragon," dissipated again.
He leaned back against the wall lazily, chuckling, "Looks like another boring match. Master Bang's dojo seems to have no successor."
"Teacher!"
In the audience, Genos immediately sat up straight, his expression serious.
"It's finally Teacher's match. I have already connected all the monitoring equipment in the venue to my system to ensure no external factors interfere with Teacher's match experience."
In the ring, Bakuzan looked at his lazy opponent and laughed in anger.
He felt an unprecedented insult.
"Hey, are you the disciple of 'Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist'?" Bakuzan looked down at Saitama.
"Has that old man Bang gone senile? Sending a nobody like you, who doesn't even have an aura, to participate in the match, is it to highlight my strength?"
"Huh? Oh."
Saitama responded lazily.
"You bastard...!"
Bakuzan was completely enraged by his dismissive attitude.
He gathered this anger, along with his disdain for Ghost Dragon's previous match, all together.
He would use the most brutal, most direct method to prove to everyone how ridiculous and powerless technique was in the face of absolute strength!
"In that case, I won't even give you a chance to regret it!"
Bakuzan roared, "I'll beat you until there's not even bone dust left! Let you witness the ultimate secret technique of my 'Dark Hell Style'!"
The referee's face turned pale when he saw the undisguised killing intent in Bakuzan's eyes.
He dared not say another word of nonsense and immediately used all his strength to ring the starting bell, then quickly retreated to the very edge of the ring.
"Ding—!!!"
"Die, you worm—!!!"
The moment the bell rang, Bakuzan moved!
His figure moved, his massive body shooting towards Saitama!
All his muscles bulged, concentrating all his power into his right fist!
"Dark Hell Style Secret Technique · Hell's Funeral Cannon!!!"
This punch was Bakuzan's full-power strike!
Before the fist even arrived, the violent punch pressure already caused the air to emit a sharp roar!
The audience's eyes widened in horror; they seemed to already see the unfortunate Charanko being sent flying by this punch!
Suiryu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "What astonishing destructive power... purely in terms of strength, this guy is indeed a monster."
Facing this terrifying blow, Saitama finally reacted.
He raised his head, Bakuzan's ferocious face reflected in his dead-fish eyes.
He felt a little annoyed.
This person had been yelling since he got on stage, truly too noisy.
So, he raised his hand.
No stance, no wind-up, not even a twist of his waist and hips.
He simply met the punch with his own fist.
It was a punch that looked soft and powerless.
The next instant, one large and one small, two fists with vastly different auras, gently collided under the gaze of all.
Time, as if paused at this moment.
The ferocity and wildness on Bakuzan's face instantly froze.
His pupils suddenly dilated, filled with fear.
The opponent's seemingly powerless fist contained unimaginable strength, instantly halting his attack.
"Crack... crackle..."
A series of teeth-grinding bone-cracking sounds clearly echoed in the dead silent venue.
Then, under everyone's stunned gaze, Bakuzan's massive body, like a soccer ball kicked by a giant, turned into an afterimage and flew backward.
"Boom—!!!"
He crashed through the thick concrete wall of the stadium, leaving a clear human-shaped hole, disappearing from everyone's sight, no one knew how far he flew.
One hit.
The entire venue was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Only the comical man remained in the ring, slowly retracting his unremarkable fist, with a hint of apology in his eyes.
"Ah, my bad, I used too much force."