A Bizarre Adventure Starting with One-Punch Man

—Johnson, Saitama, it seems I might now have a slight chance of joining a battle of your caliber!

A crackling sound of electricity rang out, and King, as if making an important decision, calmly picked up the bowl and chopsticks.

The violent electric current surrounding him illuminated his face with flickering light, and his right hand, holding chopsticks, transformed into a blur, thrusting out with unwavering speed and force!

Saitama was struck by a tingling electric current. He didn't react much, but his hair stood on end!

Seeing that the usually unassuming King had actually joined the battle, they were greatly surprised.

"Ah! King, you actually..."

King caught Saitama off guard, and a freshly cooked shrimp paste appeared on his chopsticks: "Saitama-san, this shrimp paste is mine!"

"Another one trying to steal the meat!"

"War? Let's fight!"

The sweltering heat and the smoky atmosphere instantly filled the apartment.

……

boom! boom! boom!

Outside M City, the sounds of battle had been going on all morning.

Two fast-moving figures were intertwined. One of them was covered in dazzling electric current effects, while the other, though unremarkable, was no slower.

Thump thump thump thump!

Chapter 160 Special Training in M ​​City

Thump thump thump thump!

Accompanied by the rhythmic background music that accompanied the roar of the "Emperor Engine," the two afterimages exchanged basic straight punches, without any discernible pattern.

Slowing down is like two amateurs who have never been trained in combat, yet they possess astonishing destructive power due to their speed, which is difficult for ordinary people to perceive with the naked eye.

The collision of fists and flesh produced a muffled thud that shook the mountains. The electric currents that flew during the battle blasted out ring-shaped craters resembling the surface of the moon, and the once lush landscape was now a scene of devastation.

A tall figure sat on a hillside not far away, with a charcoal grill full of meat skewers and vegetables in front of him.

The aroma of food wafted from the charcoal fire, and marinated fresh venison hung on a wooden rack not far away.

"It's already noon, let's take a break!"

Johnson clapped his hands and shouted down at the battlefield below.

boom--

The two afterimages exchanged a punch, then used the force to separate.

On one side is King, a burly man who landed with a head full of sweat and panting heavily; on the other side is Saitama, whose clothes were burned into tattered clothes by the electric current, but who barely broke a sweat.

"It's already quite presentable, King." Saitama grinned, looking every bit the powerful figure, and tugged at his tattered clothes. "Luckily, I listened to Johnson's advice and brought spare clothes, otherwise I would have been arrested as a pervert if I went back like this."

King wiped his sweat and said modestly, "I still have to thank Saitama and Johnson for your guidance."

The two chatted about the battle they had just fought as they walked toward the hillside where Johnson was. After only a few steps, Saitama was drawn in by the aroma of grilled meat and quickened his pace.

"smell good!"

"Hello, King, I'm starving!"

"Okay!"

The powerful King smiled gently and quickened his pace to catch up.

All three of them have big appetites. Saitama used to eat less because he didn't have money. If he really ate freely, even the champions of those competitive eating contests might not be able to outeat him.

So Johnson hunted today based on the amount of food for ten people, and three adorable fawns met their tragic end.

"Could you please pass me the cumin and chili powder?"

"Take it."

"Thank you!"

The meat strips on the meat rack were eliminated one by one, and a large amount of energy was replenished into the body to make up for the consumption in the battle.

Saitama collapsed to the ground, drooling as he fell fast asleep.

Johnson and King stood by, summarizing the morning's training results while helping him understand the magnetic field power, which was still above "electric current propulsion".

"Magnetic field rotation is a more advanced force than electric current propulsion. Following the current method of cultivation, by rubbing cells at even higher speeds, a magnetic field will eventually be generated based on the electric current."

"I think I understand it. It's somewhat similar to the principle of electromagnetic conversion that we learned in junior high school physics."

"Yeah, that's a fair interpretation."

"Thank you, Johnson-san. I thought I would soon reach my limit, but I didn't expect that my training has only just begun. I still need to keep working hard!"

"Don't underestimate yourself, King. You're already doing very well."

As the two were chatting, Johnson's phone suddenly rang.

"Hello, this is Johnson."

"Oh, it's Mr. Sitch. What can I do for you?"

"What does the addition of new S-rank members have to do with me? Shouldn't that be determined by the association itself?"

City A.

Looking at the documents presented by his subordinate, Sitch explained, "Here's the thing, 'Super Cop,' we've consulted our advisor, and based on his recommendation, we'd like to request your assistance in conducting practical testing of the new S-class hero."

Johnson turned the grill and said, "Assisting with the testing is no problem. May I ask which consultant it is?"

"It's Mr. Sweet Mask, the number one A-rank player. He's very confident in your abilities!"

"Okay, I understand. I will be there on time when it's agreed."

After hanging up the phone, Johnson was completely bewildered.

Isn't "Sweet Mask" supposed to be indifferent to the strength of S-class heroes?

How come they've started to acknowledge their own abilities?

It seems that in areas I'm unaware of, the timeline has changed quite a bit.

However, it doesn't matter. Although "Sweet Mask" has a bit of a temper, his character as a hero is impeccable. In fact, there are few heroes in the entire Hero Association who are more pure than him.

Strong individuals are already rare in the hero faction, so Johnson naturally wouldn't mind making another friend.

"What's up, Mr. Johnson? Busy with work?"

Upon hearing King's question, Johnson waved his hand and said, "It's nothing, not today, and it's a small matter that can be completed quickly."

"Rest for a while after lunch, then continue in the afternoon. King, are you okay with that?"

"of course can."

Johnson nodded, his chakra surging within him, and he clapped his hands together.

"Ninja Art: Mixed Earth Release - Three-Bedroom, One-Living Room Technique!"

To King's astonishment, a rumbling sound came from the ground beneath them, and a two-story duplex villa rose up right in front of him.

Exquisite white marble pillars, well-lit semi-transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, a roof of dark blue decorative glazed tiles, and intricately carved relief designs on the walls and details.

In the nearby forest, lawns, flowers, and green trees floated up and spread across the once bare courtyard.

Finally, Johnson's chest bulged, and a thick jet of water spurted from his mouth, landing entirely in the pebble-surrounded pool.

Doraemon F emerged from his body, carrying a stack of fantasy cards containing various furniture and appliances, and floated into the villa to decorate.

Johnson patted imaginary dust off his hands: "It's finished. We can go in and rest now."

"Ah, this, this, this..."

King, who witnessed this scene, was speechless and dumbfounded, his usual strong demeanor completely gone.

Although I knew Johnson was strong, this superpower of building houses on flat ground is... too strong!

"What's going on?! Was it an earthquake?! Eh..."

Saitama, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly sprang up from the ground. Just as he was about to wipe the drool from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were already glazed over.

(☉_☉)?

"where is this place?"

Wasn't the place where we just had barbecue a barren hillside?

What's the deal with this high-end-looking manor villa in front of us?

"Still in M ​​City," Johnson called out, leading the way towards the gate. "Let's go take a nap. Who falls asleep on the floor like that?"

Behind him, Saitama, after hearing King's explanation, couldn't help but sigh with a sense of déjà vu: "Superpowers are really convenient!"

……

City A, headquarters of the Heroes Association.

"Super Cop, please follow me."

At the headquarters' seventh training ground, as soon as Johnson entered, Sitch, who had been waiting for a long time, came to greet him.