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But this time, there were no cheers, no applause, only gasps of shock and suppressed murmurs.

"One punch... just one punch?"

"Where's Baoshan? He's a two-time champion!"

"It flew out...it was blasted right through the wall and flew out!"

"Who on earth is this guy? When did such a monster appear in Bang's dojo?!"

“Interesting… so interesting!”

In the contestant preparation area, Shuilong's body was trembling slightly.

His nonchalant smile froze completely, his eyes fixed on the expressionless man in the ring.

"I thought only 'Ghost Dragon' would pique my interest in this martial arts tournament, but I didn't expect... there would be such a strong opponent!"

Lin Mo calmly took a sip of juice, showing no surprise at the result.

He even felt that Saitama had already toned it down quite a bit.

He guessed that if he hadn't been worried about his wig being blown off, he might have been more interested in letting Grandpa Baoshan hit him a few more times to experience what it felt like to be a "martial artist".

"Hmm?" Genos, standing to the side, tensed up and instantly went into battle mode.

“Mr. KING,” he said in a low voice, speaking very quickly, “we received an alert from the Hero Association.”

"A large-scale attack has been launched simultaneously in multiple cities, including City A, City B, and City F! Several Demon-level monsters have been confirmed to have appeared!"

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On the other side of the contestant preparation area, the Unlicensed Rider was wiping away sweat with a towel, preparing for the next match, while the Hero Communicator on his waist emitted a piercing alarm.

He abruptly stopped what he was doing, took out his communicator, and his expression instantly became extremely serious.

[WARNING: A large number of monsters are attacking various cities simultaneously. Casualties are escalating. All heroes in the vicinity are urged to immediately provide support!]

Without any hesitation, he slammed the towel to the ground and turned to rush off the field.

He is not some martial artist known as "Ghost Dragon".

He is a hero, a "Unlicensed Rider"!

His battlefield has never been just this square arena, but also the city streets that need his protection!

This is his "martial arts," and also his "justice"!

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"Mr. King, the situation is urgent, I must set off immediately to provide assistance!"

Genos suddenly stood up, ready to leave at any moment.

"Let's split up and resolve this as soon as possible," Lin Mo said firmly.

A swift and decisive victory was Lin Mo's only thought at that moment.

The real big guy—the hero—is about to make his appearance, and we must clean up these troubles before then.

He looked at Genos, his eyes deep, and added, "This is a large-scale test by the Monster Association, Genos, don't let your guard down."

"The Monster Association?"

This was the first time Genos had heard the name of this unfamiliar organization from King.

But he knew that what Mr. King said was definitely true.

But given the urgency of the situation, he couldn't ask too many questions, and simply nodded emphatically in response:

"Yes, Mr. King! I understand!"

Seeing King's seemingly all-knowing and strategic demeanor, Genos's previously anxious heart involuntarily felt a sense of peace.

He knew that as long as the strongest man on earth was in charge, everything would be fine.

Without another word, he vanished in a flash, transforming into a streak of light and swiftly leaving the scene.

Lin Mo didn't delay either; his figure flickered slightly and disappeared from the spot without attracting anyone's attention.

The departure of the three heroes did not attract much attention.

After a brief moment of shock, the audience continued watching the rest of the match.

"Next is—"

"Reifukan Oni Ryu vs. Meitaiken Sui Ryu!"

"On one side, there is a mysterious dark horse from the Gale Pavilion—Ghost Dragon, whose movements are unpredictable and whose exquisite skills allow him to overcome all obstacles!!!"

"On the other side, there is the genius successor of the Dark Body Fist, Shui Long, who easily crushed all his opponents with his gorgeous and domineering fist techniques!!!"

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa—!!!"

The audience's emotions were reignited!

"Gira! That guy is amazing!"

"Suiryu is really strong! I watched his matches, and his opponents couldn't even touch him!"

"A clash of skill! This is going to be a good show!"

Amidst thunderous cheers, Shui Long walked excitedly onto the arena.

He cracked his wrists and neck, making a "crackling" sound, and his eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit.

He couldn't wait any longer.

Just how strong is the senior's disciple? Let me see!

However, despite the host's enthusiastic shouts of "Ghost Dragon's" name several times, the contestant passage on the other side remained completely empty.

"Hmm? Guilong? Please get on the field as soon as possible!"

"Girl Dragon?"

The cheers in the arena gradually turned into whispers of doubt.

On the stage, Shui Long's smile slowly faded, his eyes, which had been burning with fighting spirit, gradually cooled, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He stared at the empty entrance to the passage, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

Just then, a staff member ran up to the referee in a panic and whispered a few words in his ear.

Upon hearing this, the referee displayed the same shocked expression as when he saw Saitama send Bakuzan flying with a single punch.

He glanced incredulously at the staff, then at the empty corridor, and finally picked up the microphone to announce to the entire audience:

"Ladies and gentlemen... I apologize for keeping you all waiting... I just received notification... that Ghost Dragon... has withdrawn from this match due to personal reasons..."

"What--?!!"

"Abstain? Are you kidding me!"

"They've already made it to the semifinals, why forfeit? Are they afraid of the Water Dragon?"

"Coward! I thought he was so great!"

Taunts and insults erupted, and the reputation built up in the previous matches collapsed instantly.

Shui Long on the arena was completely stunned.

The fighting spirit and excitement on his face vanished instantly, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, replaced by extreme disappointment and anger.

"They abstained?"

He muttered to himself in disbelief, then clenched his fists, a nameless anger rising within him.

"What a joke...at a time like this..."

They ran away? They just ran away like that?

He felt like he was being played.

Is this person even worthy of being called a senior's disciple? Retreating without a fight is an insult to this martial art!

Shui Long snorted coldly, flipped off the stage, and walked straight towards the contestants' preparation area.

Chapter 137 Saitama vs. Suiryu

"Coward! I thought he was so great!"

"Exactly! They were almost at the semifinals, and they actually backed out at the last minute!"

In the audience, jeers and insults directed at "Ghost Dragon" rose up everywhere.

People always admire the strong and despise the cowards, even if they don't know the heroic beliefs behind the "cowardly" actions.

The following matches almost became a two-man show between Saitama and Suiryu.

Whether it was intentional on the part of the organizers or not, their duels were always deliberately avoided.

Saitama almost always defeats his opponent with a single punch in every match, and Suiryu intentionally imitates Saitama, also defeating his opponent with a single move.

And just like that, the semi-finals ended quickly, and the finals were just around the corner.

After a short break, the final competition finally began amidst the host's hoarse shouts.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Now, let us welcome our final two contestants with the warmest cheers!"

"First up is the once-in-a-century genius of the Dark Body Fist! The undisputed champion, Shui Long, who has crushed his way to the top with unparalleled power and dazzling technique!!!"

Amidst thunderous cheers, Shui Long stepped onto the arena once again.

He took a deep breath, suppressing all his previous negative emotions, his eyes filled only with the desire for battle and the determination to win.

"And his opponent! He is the most unbelievable dark horse of this competition! He looks unremarkable, but with a single blow, he blasted the two-time champion, Bakuzan, out of our sight!"

"Just who is he? What are his limits? Let's wait and see! Welcome 'Water Balloon Carbonated Fist'—Cha Lanzi!!!"

Unlike the enthusiastic applause when Suiryu appeared, when Saitama slowly walked out of the contestant tunnel, the entire arena erupted in sparse applause.

People looked at the man in the white martial arts uniform and felt a mix of emotions.

On the one hand, they witnessed firsthand his terrifying power to send the mountain flying with a single punch;

On the other hand, his lazy demeanor is far removed from the image of a "strong person" in people's minds.