Chapter 176: Another Battle?
Everything is now ready; the two items specifically designed for gods are in hand, and the skills, unbelievable to the extreme, have been stockpiled.
But even so, King still does not plan to set out immediately to find the God.
In the previous battle, he had left a Soul Mark on the God, and he could still sense a faint Soul connection with it.
The newly acquired [anywhere door] can reach the other party's coordinates through any level of connection, so there is no need to search for them immediately.
Ever since he arrogantly entered the Altar last time and was severely suppressed by that damned God, King has become much more cautious.
Until he is certain he can completely and easily crush the opponent, King will absolutely not set out.
So next, he would properly improve his stats.
Although his all-around stats have reached 20,000, King feels it is still not enough; after all, the opponent is a Higher-dimensional being, a God invading the Myriad Worlds, and the High-Dimensional World is the opponent's home turf.
Therefore, King decided that until he honed his stats to the point of being peerless, he would never choose to act directly... "What?"
In the somewhat messy home, Saitama quickly snatched the high-grade beef boiling in the pot with his chopsticks.
The high-grade beef had already changed color, turning from the raw pink of fresh meat to a light brown, releasing a strong beef aroma and rising steam.
Saitama looked at the beef he had blanched with satisfaction; he had timed it perfectly, letting the high-grade beef sit in the boiling hotpot water for exactly seven seconds, pulling it out at its most tender and smooth—it was absolutely delicious!
Saitama swallowed the high-grade beef, showing a satisfied expression, and after savoring it for a moment, he continued:
"King, are you serious? As long as I can beat you, you'll cover my food expenses for the next year? And you'll let me buy any game on the market, with you picking up the tab?!"
Just a few minutes ago, Saitama was about to enjoy a delicious hotpot to celebrate his significant pay raise.
But just as he got the beef ready, King appeared instantly out of nowhere like a ghost, and the original solo indulgence became a shared meal.
Initially, Saitama felt a slight tinge of sadness, but after hearing King's request, the gloom in his heart vanished in an instant.
Hearing Saitama's excited inquiry, King nodded with a smile, and the majestic, domineering expression on his face softened slightly:
"Of course. As long as you can defeat me, I can make everything you just said happen. In fact, as long as it's something money can solve, I'll handle it for you!
But there is a prerequisite to all of this: first, you must defeat me, Saitama."
"Of course!"
Saitama devoured the remaining beef like a whirlwind, then stood up excitedly, his voice full of energy.
Not only could he experience the joy of battle with his close friend, but he could also receive so many gifts—this was simply a win-win!
I win twice by myself!
Seeing Saitama agree so quickly, King looked confident; he had clearly never worried that Saitama would refuse.
Someone like the Bald Demon King, who craves the joy of battle and lives a relatively frugal life, could never refuse such double happiness, both spiritual and material.
Saitama quickly shed his loungewear and, with incredible speed, changed into his signature mustard-yellow hero suit used for hero activities. His white cape fluttered in the air, and his shiny bald head gleamed:
"What's the plan! Are we going to the outskirts to fight now? I'm telling you, King, I'm definitely winning this bet!"
Hearing this, King shook his head, a slight smile playing on his lips:
"No, no, no. We aren't fighting on Earth. After all, our current level is too high; Earth cannot withstand a battlefield between the two of us.
Today, I've specifically invited a guest who can take us to a suitable battleground and act as a referee."
The next second, a silver light flashed beside King, and a scruffy Blast, wearing a white combat suit, appeared beside him with a chuckle.
"Hello there. I've heard much about you, the legendary and mysterious [One-Punch Man], seeing you is truly better than hearing a hundred reports!"
"Who are you?"
Saitama was completely confused. Was this somewhat chuunibyou-looking middle-aged uncle the battle guest?
Blast was stunned for a moment before realizing that this [One-Punch Man] didn't seem to know him.
That shouldn't be!
According to Blast's memory, he had given a public speech to the world's media not long ago, specifically mentioning The Strongest Man on Earth, King and [One-Punch Man].
Yet now, [One-Punch Man] himself, Mr. Saitama, didn't recognize him?
However, Blast had seen his share of storms after all; he immediately reached out with a confident smile:
"Then let's get to know each other, Mr. Saitama. My name is Blast. I was the former s-class rank 1, though the current s-class rank 1 is your friend, Mr. King."
"Oh."
The three of them chatted for a bit, then Blast rolled his shoulders, his expression becoming serious and focused:
"Gentlemen, next I will teleport you to a location about one light-year away from Earth. It's a massive meteor belt with countless fragments of shattered planets.
The rest is up to you. I will act as the referee from a more distant planet. Let's go!"
Blast gave a low shout, and a brilliant silver light erupted from him. Spatial fluctuations rapidly spread, instantly enveloping the three of them...
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