Chapter 225 : Aunt Liu
In another spacious passage, a bald man in a yellow jumpsuit was scratching the back of his head.
"Seriously, this place is too convoluted…" Saitama yawned, "Where exactly is the boss of this Monster Association…?"
Ever since he dealt with Nyan, the number of Monsters he encountered had plummeted.
The occasional one or two he met were just oddly shaped small fry, turning into paste with one punch, not even counting as a warm-up.
Just as he was complaining, a heavy thudding sound came from around the corner ahead.
"Thump… Thump… Thump…"
Each step made the entire passage tremble.
Saitama stopped, curiously poking his head out to look.
He saw a giant dog, comparable in size to a small truck, pitch black all over, with six eyes, slowly emerging from around the corner.
It was Rover, a Dragon-level Monster and an executive of the Monster Association.
At this moment, its six crimson eyes were fixed on Saitama, and a low growl rumbled in its throat.
"Oh, it's a dog," Saitama commented blandly.
Rover could sense that there were no powerful energy fluctuations within this bald human in front of him.
In its perception, such a creature should be easily defeated.
"Woof—Roar!!!"
Rover opened its mouth wide, and a highly concentrated energy sphere rapidly gathered within it, its scorching light illuminating the entire passage.
"Boom!"
A thick beam of energy shot out, directly blasting towards Saitama.
Saitama merely stood there expressionlessly.
"Too noisy."
He casually raised his right hand and threw a punch at the oncoming destructive beam.
The energy beam was completely annihilated the moment it touched his fist.
Immediately following, the residual force of the punch continued unabated, landing precisely on Rover's forehead.
"Thwack."
Rover's massive body suddenly stiffened, its six crimson eyes instantly widening, filled with bewilderment and grievance.
Its ferocious aura vanished in an instant, replaced by only a whimper of "Woof… woof…" in its throat.
Rover's enormous body flopped onto the ground with a "thud."
The once mighty Dragon-level Monster now had its huge tail tucked between its legs, trembling.
Its six eyes looked pitifully at Saitama, tears welling up.
"Hmm? Pretty sturdy, huh?" Saitama withdrew his fist, walked up to Rover, and, somewhat surprised, patted its head. "Good boy, stop barking."
As he stroked its head, Rover trembled even more violently, but dared not resist in the slightest; instead, it obediently rubbed its head against his palm, letting out a fawning whimper.
"Alright, alright, I still need to find the Monster boss."
Saitama patted its head again, then walked straight past it, continuing his exploration.
Rover lay there, watching the bald man leave, and after a long while, it cautiously got up, tail tucked, and scurried off in the opposite direction.
It decided that it would hide in a corner today and never come out again… Meanwhile, in another area underground.
A golden flash streaked through the narrow passage.
"Flashy Slash!"
Accompanied by a low shout, several Monsters ambushing in the shadows were instantly cut into dozens of pieces, unable to even let out a scream.
Flashy Flash sheathed his sword, his movements fluid and graceful.
His golden long hair traced an elegant arc in the air, his face full of confidence and coolness.
"Cannon fodder."
He coldly commented, preparing to delve deeper and search for the Monster Association executives.
Just then, he sharply heard unhurried footsteps approaching from ahead.
Flashy Flash's eyes instantly sharpened.
He immediately concealed himself, blending into the shadows along the wall.
The footsteps grew closer, and a familiar bald figure appeared in his sight.
It was that guy!
Flashy Flash's pupils slightly contracted, and his mind involuntarily recalled the ping-pong match at the hot spring inn several months ago, a match he still couldn't get over.
He, "Flashy Flash," an S-Class Hero renowned for his divine speed, was completely outmatched in speed by this seemingly dull-witted bald man!
One must know that the Monster Association executives "Gale" and "Hellfire," whom he had defeated not long ago, couldn't even approach his speed!
Yet in that match, no matter how fast he hit the ball, the opponent could easily return it, and at an even faster speed.
That composure, that casualness, deeply wounded his pride as one who pursued the ultimate in speed.
Who exactly is this person? Where is his speed limit?
A strong thought arose in Flashy Flash's heart: I must test him!
Just as Saitama passed the shadow where he was hiding, Flashy Flash moved!
He didn't draw his sword, but instead raised his right leg and kicked Saitama's back neck with extreme speed!
For this attack, he only used five-tenths of his power; his purpose was not to inflict harm, but to test the opponent's reaction speed.
In his eyes, time seemed to slow down.
He could clearly see his toes about to touch the opponent's skin, while the opponent seemed completely unaware.
However, just a split second before impact, the bald man merely tilted his head casually.
Flashy Flash's deadly kick grazed past his cheek.
The sharp gust of wind ruffled Saitama's cape, but didn't even touch a single hair on him.
"Hmm?" Saitama stopped, turned his head, and looked at him with a puzzled expression.
Missing his strike, Flashy Flash was horrified.
But he didn't stop, instantly changing his move, his body twisting impossibly in mid-air, and his other leg kicked out like lightning again.
But the result was the same.
Saitama merely stepped back half a pace, easily dodging again.
Flashy Flash refused to believe it; he pushed his speed to the limit, countless leg shadows enveloping Saitama like a torrential storm.
However, amidst this furious onslaught, Saitama remained as steady as a mountain.
He simply twisted his body, dodging all of Flashy Flash's attacks.
"Thud."
Saitama was getting a little impatient; he casually reached out, precisely grabbing Flashy Flash's kicking ankle, then gently lowered it.
Flashy Flash felt an irresistible force, and he was lightly placed on the ground, regaining his footing.
"Um… Bangs Auntie, what are you trying to do?"
Saitama released his hand, picked his ear, and asked with a serious expression.
"Bangs… Bangs Auntie?!"
Flashy Flash's forehead veins bulged; how could this bald man not even recognize him, and what kind of ridiculous nickname was this?
But more than anger, he felt shock.
In that instant, he had unleashed eighty percent of his speed.
Yet the opponent could not only see all his movements but also precisely grab his ankle at his top speed!
"I'm not an auntie!" Flashy Flash suppressed the shock in his heart, saying coldly, "I'm testing you, Caped Baldy!"
"I changed my name!" Hearing that nickname, Saitama's face also sported bulging veins, and he retorted loudly, "Call me One-Punch Man!"
"Alright, Caped Baldy." Flashy Flash deliberately sneered, using that name to retaliate.
"You…!"
Saitama didn't expect that even after changing his name, that nickname would still haunt him. Just as he was about to argue further, Flashy Flash quickly changed the subject.
"That's not important," Flashy Flash's voice returned to calmness, "Your goal is also the Monster Association's lair, isn't it?"
"Huh? Oh… yes." Saitama was still a bit slow to react to the abrupt change in topic.
"Perfect, so is mine." Flashy Flash's eyes narrowed, "I'm familiar with the terrain here; I can lead the way for you."
"But, in exchange, you must answer one question for me."
"What question?"
"What exactly is the limit of your speed?" Flashy Flash's eyes gleamed.
Saitama thought for a moment, then answered honestly, "I don't know either."
Flashy Flash: "…"
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