A Bizarre Adventure Starting with One-Punch Man

"No, teachers, I'm glad you like it!"

“There’s so much breakfast, the two of us can’t finish it all,” Johnson used his telekinesis to pull over a cushion, patted it on, and said, “Genos, sit down and eat with us!”

Saitama chimed in, "Yeah, Genos should come eat with us too."

"Huh?" Genos was taken aback, then nodded slightly. "Yes, I understand!"

In the small house in Saitama, the three of them enjoyed a happy breakfast together.

"By the way, Genos."

After finishing breakfast, Johnson seemed to remember something and called out to Genos, who was about to go to the kitchen to get an apron.

The housekeeping mode failed to activate, and Genos stopped in his tracks: "Mr. Johnson, please speak."

"Your combat capability should include both the machine's hardware and its combat database, right?"

Genos pondered for a moment and nodded: "Although my personal factors played a part, it's true that you could say that."

“Hmm, if that’s the case,” Johnson nodded and suggested a possibility, “If we could record the fist techniques of top martial arts masters, wouldn’t that enhance your combat skills?”

“It sounds feasible,” Genos nodded thoughtfully. “The doctor mainly provides me with hardware upgrades and maintenance. As for combat skills, I will basically rely on my own accumulation in the process of fighting.”

“I understand,” Johnson said knowingly. “In other words, constantly fighting against stronger opponents can still help you improve your combat skills.”

"Yes!"

As he spoke, Johnson patted Saitama on the shoulder: "In that case, Saitama, you should take on the responsibility of being a teacher!"

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Saitama, who was drinking tea, spat out a mouthful of water vapor and wiped his mouth: "Ah, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Have friendly exchanges with your disciples, and don't become someone they are observing."

"I don't want to be observed while eating, sleeping, and going to the toilet either—ah, sorry, Genos, I didn't mean it at you."

Saitama, resting his chin on his hand, pondered and said, "A sparring match is no problem!"

"But from your discussion just now, it seems that I don't have any fighting skills to teach. It's just basic movements like throwing punches or kicking."

After saying that, he spread his hands, indicating that he had no other choice.

"……Too."

Johnson's eye twitched, and he nodded in agreement.

"Practicing basic moves and fighting by instinct can sometimes be far more effective than useless feints or techniques. Are you reminding me of this, teacher?"

Saitama: "...Huh?"

—Really? When did I say that?

Genos: "Yes! I'll write it down right away!"

Watching Genos pull out a pen and notebook from who-knows-where and start writing furiously, Johnson felt a headache coming on.

That interpretation completely reverses the whole thing!

"Never mind..." He tapped the table with a headache, "Since we have some free time today, I'll take you somewhere later."

"There might be some techniques that Genos could use there."

Saitama, looking annoyed by the trouble, scratched his head in frustration, then a flash of purple light appeared on the back of his head: "Should I come along too?"

"Nonsense, you're not going to send your disciple!"

"I got it……"

……

Three poles in the sun.

On the winding and rugged mountain path, three figures of different heights climbed the steps.

The one on the left has a handsome face, bright eyes, a height of 1.95 meters, well-proportioned and well-developed muscles, and a tall and strong physique.

The person in the middle was about 1.75 meters tall. He looked like he had walked too long on the mountain road, with his shoulders drooping and his clothes looking listless.

The one on the right is slightly taller than the one in the middle. Beneath his golden, tousled hair is a strikingly handsome face, and his body, with its neck pointing downwards, exudes a metallic sheen, indicating that he has undergone almost 100% mechanization.

Chapter 193 Visit

"so high!"

Saitama stopped halfway, looking at the mountain peaks that had disappeared into the clouds and were barely visible, and pounded his sore thighs from climbing: "So the place you were talking about, Johnson, is Mr. Bang's dojo!"

“Yes,” Johnson said, gazing at the scenery at the foot of the mountain, a rare opportunity to climb. “If we’re talking about combat skills, who in this world can compare to him?”

"Uh, I don't know much about martial arts, but it's basically something complicated and cool, right?"

"Hmm, is it okay if you interpret it that way?"

—Mr. "Silver Fang" Bang, who is also an S-class hero of the Hero Association?

Genos carried a bag of luxurious tea gift boxes in one hand and looked up at the dojo buildings that were faintly visible on the mountaintop.

Through Saitama and Johnson's conversation, he has already retrieved information about the owner of their destination.

At this time, he had not yet reached the fighting power he possessed when he was rated as a "devilish cyborg," and unlike Saitama, he was not interested in martial arts.

In the original work, Saitama was not interested in martial arts because his strength level was too high.

This is easy to understand; if something can be solved with a single punch, there's really no need for so many fancy and cool moves and techniques.

Saitama found it boring, and Genos, a seasoned master-obsessed man, naturally wasn't very interested in martial arts either.

Limited by the strength of his machine, his main firepower output at this stage is the "incineration cannon" of different power levels, after all, that's where his nickname "budget warrior" comes from.

As for Xiao Jie's close-quarters combat... well, those who know, know.

Whether it's the "Mosquito Girl" saturated with blood or the "Sea King" in a humid state, these demon-level elite monsters, if they have a second stage, can turn our righteous cyborg warriors into scrap metal.

This time, when Johnson proposed an idea that might improve his combat skills, Genos was naturally less resistant to martial arts and even developed a slight expectation for it.

Before long, the three of them walked to the entrance of the flowing water dojo.

"Huh, isn't the door open?"

dong dong dong-

Johnson stepped forward and knocked lightly on the closed door a few times: "Is anyone home? Please open the door."

Shortly after, footsteps were heard from inside, and the door creaked open, revealing a muscular man with a prominent chin and a disgruntled expression peeking out.

"Who are you? Honestly, Mr. Bang is giving a lesson. I wouldn't have opened the door for you if it weren't for my duty today! Oh, and you are..."

Johnson smiled kindly, assuming that the older-looking man had recognized him.

Unexpectedly, after he finished complaining, his gaze was fixed on the gift box that Genos was carrying, and his attitude became much friendlier.

"You've come to become my disciples, haven't you?"

"I am Master Bang's eldest disciple, 'Bitter Worm,' so just hand over the gifts and tuition fees to me!"

Johnson: "..."

—What the hell is this eldest disciple?!

At this time, Bangu's sect had not yet experienced the Wolf Rebellion, and there were many students and disciples. It was not in any way appropriate for this guy in front of him to be the eldest disciple.

"No, we didn't come here to become your disciples."

Since this kid has ulterior motives, then Qiao Sen won't be polite to him.

He stepped forward, pushing aside the worm that was trying to stop him, and with a wave of his hand, his telekinetic power bound his entire body like shackles.

To the astonishment of the bitter insect, it was as if its body was being pulled by an invisible force, involuntarily taking a step back to make way.

He then realized that the tall man in the lead looked very familiar; he seemed to have seen him often on television news.

“We are friends of Master Bangu, and we have just come to visit.”

As he spoke, Johnson pushed open the door and beckoned Saitama and Genos to come in.

"Since he's giving a lecture now, we can just wait in the side hall for a while."

Bitter Worm: "Ugh ugh ugh..."

With a quick telekinetic gesture, he sealed the bitter worm's mouth shut, then turned to the two behind him and said, "Let's go inside and rest for a while."

Saitama said weakly, "Okay..."

Genos, standing behind him, replied spiritedly, "Yes!"

The three filed in as if returning home, while the helpless and speechless Kuchong, restrained, wanted to cry but had no tears.

—Is it really necessary? All I wanted to do was collect some fees on your behalf.

Master! Help!

……

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