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Saitama still looked sleepy, yawned, and was still somewhat interested in the final.
Perhaps this opponent will allow him to experience the charm of martial arts.
"You're Chalanzi?"
Shuilong stared at him, spoke in a deep voice with a hint of scrutiny, "I watched your match with Baoshan, it was a very interesting punch."
Saitama picked his nose. "It's alright."
Shui Long frowned, feeling extremely annoyed by the other party's nonchalant attitude.
"I hope your strength matches your arrogance. Come on, let me see what makes you so qualified to stand here!"
Before the words were even finished, the referee suddenly struck the gong that signaled the start of the match!
"Boom——!!!"
Almost at the same time, the water jets moved!
His body blurred into a blur, and the stone arena beneath his feet cracked the moment he stepped on it.
He closed in on Saitama with a speed too fast for the naked eye to see!
"Netherworld Body Chain Palm!"
Shuilong's hands danced, unleashing countless palm shadows that enveloped Saitama's vital points.
Each palm strike contained terrifying power, the wind from the palm whistling and emitting sharp sounds!
However, the scene on the ring left everyone stunned once again.
Faced with the torrential attacks, Saitama simply stood still, without even adopting a defensive stance.
The water dragon's powerful palm strike landed squarely on his body.
Saitama remained motionless, even showing a somewhat troubled expression on his face, as if he was complaining that the massage wasn't strong enough.
"what?!"
Shui Long's pupils suddenly contracted.
His attack... had absolutely no effect?
"Hey, is that all your moves are?" Saitama asked impatiently. "You seem weak and powerless."
These words struck Shuilong's proud pride like a heavy hammer blow!
"You bastard... don't underestimate me!!!"
The water dragon roared, took a half step back, bent its legs slightly, and its muscles swelled instantly.
A far more powerful aura than before erupted from his body!
"Take this! The ultimate technique of the Dark Body Fist—Dark Body Rising Dragon Fist!!!"
He concentrated all his strength into his right fist, soaring into the sky, and then punched Saitama on the head!
This punch was a special move that he was confident was enough to defeat any opponent!
However, the scene of Saitama being defeated, as expected, did not occur.
Saitama simply tilted his head casually and easily dodged the fatal blow.
Shui Long's pupils suddenly contracted.
No, that's not right! He saw through my attack from the very beginning!
Without pausing, his attacks became even more ferocious, his punches and kicks raining down on Saitama.
boom!boom!boom!boom!
Heavy blows echoed throughout the arena, and the floor of the ring cracked inch by inch under the stomping of the water jets, kicking up clouds of dust.
The audience could no longer see the two people's movements clearly; they could only see a blurry shadow and constantly exploding air currents.
"Wow...that's amazing! Is this the true power of the Water Dragon?"
"That Chalanzi was beaten so badly she couldn't fight back!"
Amidst the smoke and dust, Shui Long's expression grew even more solemn, eventually turning into utter horror.
Each of his attacks felt like hitting a mountain.
No, it's stronger than a mountain!
The opponent didn't even move an inch; he just stood there, letting himself be attacked.
"Who...who are you?" Water Dragon panted heavily, then suddenly jumped back, creating distance between them.
“Me?” Saitama picked his nose. “Just a hero who does it as a hobby.”
He was getting a little bored.
This guy's boxing style is flashy and looks impressive, but his strength is just so-so.
Ultimately, he still couldn't bring himself to appreciate the charm of martial arts.
"It's almost time to finish."
Saitama muttered to himself, then struck a pose he had just learned from Suiryu, took a step forward, and casually swung out a hand chop.
However, this casual strike generated terrifying wind pressure!
"Varied……?!"
The color drained from Shui Long's face instantly, and the shadow of death enveloped him completely.
Facing that blow head-on, his entire world seemed to disappear, leaving only the word "death" that kept growing larger in his mind!
"boom--!!!"
A terrifying shockwave erupted from the center of the arena, instantly shattering the solid arena into pieces!
Saitama's hand strike landed steadily above Suiryu's shoulder, less than ten centimeters away from him.
However, even though it was just a gust of air that escaped, it still shattered Shui Long's martial arts uniform in an instant!
"Ah, sorry, sorry," Saitama withdrew his hand, scratching his head apologetically, "I almost used too much force again."
The entire venue fell into a deathly silence once again.
Everyone gaped, their pupils dilated, unable to comprehend what they had just witnessed.
However, in this eerie silence, something unexpected happened.
The gust of wind generated by that attack was incredibly powerful.
The brown wig on Saitama's head was gently lifted by the wind pressure, swirling and floating lightly to the ground.
A shiny bald head reflected a dazzling light under the stadium lights.
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That bald head, gleaming under the stadium lights, was so striking, so...familiar.
The first to break the silence was Saitama himself.
He let out a short scream, and his face showed visible panic.
"My wig fell off!"
He grabbed the wig from the ground, dusted it off haphazardly, and tried to put it back on, but the more he rushed, the more messy it became, and he couldn't get it right no matter what he did.
Meanwhile, discussions had already spread among the audience.
"A...bald head?" A spectator sitting in the front row rubbed his eyes and said uncertainly.
"Wait a minute, this bald guy... this profile... I feel like I've seen him somewhere before..."
The other person frowned, desperately searching their memory.
"I remember! I remember!"
A bespectacled spectator excitedly stood up from his seat, pulled out his phone, quickly brought up the official list of heroes from the Hero Association, and held the screen high.
"Look! The hero roster! Isn't this... isn't this the 18th S-class hero?!"
On the screen, a low-resolution, blank-faced bald ID photo was prominently displayed.
Someone, using all their strength, shouted out that name:
"'Bald Cape Man'?!"
The name struck like a thunderbolt, instantly shattering the chaotic memories of all the viewers.
That mysterious hero who only had one blank photo on the hero roster, yet rose from A-rank to S-rank in just a few months!
In an instant, all the fragments connected.
It turns out that "Chalanzi" is fake, "Water Ball Carbonated Fist" is fake, and even her hair is fake!
This unassuming man was none other than the legendary S-class hero with unfathomable strength—the Bald Cape Man!
"Oh no, oh no, oh no..." Saitama broke out in a cold sweat as he listened to the deafening murmurs around him.
He came for the three million yuan prize and to experience martial arts!
Now that his identity has been exposed, will he be disqualified from the competition? Will he still be able to get his prize money?
The more Saitama thought about it, the more troublesome it seemed. Only one thought remained in Saitama's mind—run!
"Whoosh-!"
A white blur flashed by, and before anyone could react, Saitama vanished without a trace from the contestant tunnel.
All that remained were a bewildered referee, a water dragon, and a crowd of spectators thrown into chaos.
On the stage, Shui Long's body trembled slightly. He slowly lowered his head, looking at his martial arts uniform that had been shattered by the shockwave, and then at the empty contestant passage.
They were defeated, utterly and completely humiliated.
"Is this the power of an S-class hero...?"
The water dragon muttered to itself, its view of heroes beginning to change.
He used to think that his own happiness was the most important thing and looked down on heroic acts, but now...