One Punch Man: "The hell!! Did I transmigrate as King?"

"I heard that Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist Master Bang's dojo is on this mountain?"

The scar-faced man arrogantly looked around, his gaze lingering on the table full of delicacies for a moment. Then he sneered disdainfully.

"Heh, it seems the rumored highly respected martial arts master is nothing more than an old man who indulges in pleasure."

Bang frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed, maintaining his amiable smile.

"My friend, may I ask what brings you here?"

"Stop pretending!" The scar-faced man slammed the table, making the hotpot broth shake.

"I am the third-generation head of the Ku Dao Style—Ren I'm here to challenge your dojo today! Let you witness what true martial arts are!"

Kaito narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing these uninvited guests, feeling secretly surprised.

Challenging Silver Fang, who is ranked third in S-class? Isn't this like lighting a lantern in a toilet—seeking death?

As Bang's only disciple currently, Charanko was the first to be unable to sit still. He stood up abruptly, veins bulging on his forehead.

"How dare you! How dare you speak disrespectfully to my master! If you want to challenge the dojo, you'll have to get past me first!"

"Oh?" Gui Ren scrutinized Charanko's young face beneath his explosive hair, smiling contemptuously.

"Quite spirited, aren't you? But—"

Before he finished speaking, Gui Ren's figure suddenly blurred.

Bang!

With a muffled thud, Charanko didn't even see how the opponent made his move before he was sent flying backward.

"Watch out for the hotpot!"

Saitama, quick-eyed and quick-handed, extended his chopsticks and precisely clamped Charanko's collar, suspending him above the boiling broth.

Charanko's nose was bleeding profusely, and his face was full of shame.

"Master… I've disgraced the sect…"

The protective Bang slowly straightened his hunched body, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

"It's alright, you've done very well."

Although the old man still maintained an amiable expression, the aura around him was already different—

It was the oppressive presence that only true powerhouses possessed.

Just as Bang was about to make a move himself, a long, powerful hand stopped him.

"Old man," Kaito pressed his fingers, making a crisp cracking sound.

"Since I've learned your Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist, I'm half a disciple of the Water Stream lineage. When facing a dojo challenger, it's only right for a junior like me to step forward first."

Bang gazed at Kaito's determined eyes, and after a moment, nodded slightly.

Kaito calmly stepped toward the center of the dojo, the hem of his jacket fluttering without wind.

He beckoned to Gui Ren with a finger.

"Come on. Let me see what the Ku Dao Style is capable of."

"Seeking death!"

Gui Ren sneered and suddenly exploded into action. His muscles rapidly swelled, veins bulging, and he lunged at Kaito like a humanoid bear.

Poison Dragon Piercing Heart Palm!

The palm strike, carrying a fishy wind, went straight for Kaito's heart. If this move connected, the cunning palm force could instantly take away half a person's life.

At the critical moment, Kaito's body tilted naturally like flowing water, narrowly dodging the fatal blow. At the same time, his right hand formed a claw shape, gently brushing along the inside of Gui Ren's arm—

Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist · Diversion Style!

Crack!

A crisp sound of bone breaking rang out, and Gui Ren's right arm immediately hung limply.

"Ah!!" Gui Ren let out a pig-like shriek, staggering back several steps.

"You—you actually…! Brothers, attack together!"

Upon hearing this, over a dozen Ku Dao Style disciples immediately drew various weapons and swarmed Kaito from all directions.

Facing the encirclement, Kaito calmly assumed the starting stance of the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist. Although his moves were not yet perfected, combined with his powerful physical attributes, it was more than enough to deal with these ordinary martial artists.

Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist · Whirlpool Style!

Kaito's figure spun like a whirlpool in water, each strike precisely hitting the enemy's joints or pressure points. The Ku Dao Style disciples fell one after another, either wailing while clutching dislocated arms or rolling on the ground clutching numb thighs.

Seeing the unfavorable situation, Gui Ren quietly reached for his waist—

Whoosh!

A cold light flashed, and three poisoned darts flew straight toward Kaito's face.

"Despicable!" Fubuki exclaimed, instinctively about to activate her psychic power.

However, Kaito's movements were even faster. His hands traced elegant arcs in the air, gently catching all three darts as if caressing flowing water.

[Ding! Host has gained insight from observing 'Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist', current insight value (3/3)!]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for comprehending the skill 'Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist' (Beginner: 0/50)!]

[Strength +1! Agility +1!]

A warm current instantly surged through Kaito's entire body. He felt his understanding of the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist suddenly rise to another level. The previously awkward moves now flowed smoothly, each stance as natural as if practiced a thousand times.

"It's time to end this."

Kaito's figure flashed before Gui Ren like a ghost.

Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist · Broken Waterfall Style!

This strike seemed gentle, but it contained the power to split mountains and crack stones. Gui Ren didn't even have time to react before he was sent flying into the air, crashing heavily against a dojo pillar, then sliding to the ground like a pile of mud—completely losing consciousness.

The entire dojo was silent.

Fubuki held her hands to her heart, her eyes sparkling with admiration. King was truly too strong!

Genos quickly took notes; the combat data of powerhouses was essential for improving his own fighting ability.

Saitama, meanwhile, was focused on putting lobster into the hotpot, completely uninterested in the fight.

Bang slowly walked forward and patted Kaito's shoulder with satisfaction.

"Good! Very good! I truly didn't misjudge you!"

Kaito felt the new power flowing within him, and the corners of his mouth curved upward.

This dojo challenge incident had, instead, become the catalyst for him to fully master the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist.

"Everyone, the hotpot is about to boil dry."

Saitama's voice broke the silence.

Bang resumed his hunched posture, smiling as he waved his hand.

"Charanko, throw these noisy fellows down the mountain. Don't disturb us from enjoying our meal."

Charanko immediately responded with renewed spirit, dragging the unconscious Gui Ren toward the door.

Seeing this, the other Ku Dao Style disciples who could still move scrambled out of the dojo, terrified they would suffer the same fate as their leader if they hesitated even a second.

Soon, the dojo returned to tranquility.

The aroma of the hotpot once again filled the air, and everyone gathered around the table. The original hotpot group was assembled.

Three days later, the Hero Association's party arrived as scheduled.

Mosquito Girl stood fuming at the kitchen door, her cleaver unconsciously thudding against the chopping board. She had been in a cheerful mood, preparing breakfast—but she never expected that Fubuki, that "vixen," would burst in through the connecting wall door early in the morning and even sneak into Boss's room.

Kaito was woken by a rustling sound.

He opened his eyes and saw Fubuki bending over, her shapely hips framed in the morning light, secretly rummaging through something in his wardrobe.

"What are you doing?"

Kaito rubbed his temples, his voice still hoarse from sleep.

Fubuki was startled by the sudden voice, and when she turned around, her hips accidentally knocked over a clothes hanger.

She had clearly dressed up carefully today. Her dark green hair was styled into an elegant bun, her face was delicately made up, and she wore a deep V-neck black evening gown, revealing a generous expanse of fair skin and alluring cleavage.

"King-sama!" Fubuki explained with a blush.

"I—I just wanted to help you choose a suitable suit…"

Kaito raised an eyebrow, pulled back the covers, and got up.

He was only wearing black pajama bottoms, his firm abs and chest highlighted by the slanting morning light.

Fubuki unconsciously swallowed, her gaze drawn like a magnet, unable to move.

"I can do it myself."

Kaito casually picked up a shirt from the bedside and slipped it on.

"You wait in the living room first."

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