A Bizarre Adventure Starting with One-Punch Man

Cold sweat poured down the helmet of "Iaian". Behind him, his two fellow disciples, who were pretending to be dead, remained silent. He could only swallow hard, nervously jog a few steps forward, and whisper in his master's ear to persuade him.

"This is, after all, Lord Silver Fang's dojo. Didn't you always teach us that we must never be disrespectful in front of the strong?"

"Yeah, that's what you said."

"Atomic Samurai" realized what was happening and instantly suppressed his murderous intent: "Iai, where's the gift I asked you to prepare?"

"Ah, yes!"

"Iai-an" breathed a sigh of relief, presented two boxes of high-grade tea, and respectfully said, "Lord 'Silver Fang,' these are gifts we prepared for you as a small token of our appreciation. Please accept them."

"Alright, thank you for spending the money."

Bang took the gift and looked at it, and suddenly felt that the gift seemed somewhat familiar.

Thinking back to the luxurious tea set that Genos was carrying behind him, he suddenly realized where this sense of déjà vu came from.

Both groups of guests brought tea from the same brand, but Johnson and his group brought the most expensive one on the market, while the tea brought by "Atomic Samurai's" apprentice was of a much lower quality.

—The gifts are the same, oh dear…

Sure enough, not only him, but everyone present noticed the difference between the two gifts, which was evident even from their packaging.

Eyes meet.

Saitama: (?_?)

—I'm spacing out... Why is everyone so quiet? What happened?

Johnson's lips curled up slightly.

--hehe.

Genos: ?

Are these people unable to afford the best tea?

The corner of Atomic Samurai's eye twitched.

—Damn it, did I lose again? Using superpowers to predict the gifts my disciple bought is just too despicable!

"Iai-an": Gulp!

Master, you must calm down!

"Qiu Wu Tai Sword": ヾ(≧ ? ≦)〃?~

—There's more than one good guy across from me! They're all so handsome! Ugh, it's so hard to choose!!

"Samurai Drill" narrowed his eyes slightly.

—That's murderous intent! Hmm, I bet Master's about to draw his sword and start slashing someone again…

The scene was very embarrassing.

……

"Cheers!"×N

"I've asked the kitchen to prepare a lot of dishes, so please feel free to make your own."

What was originally just a small gathering of the hot pot group has suddenly turned into a small dinner party for Hero Association colleagues because of the arrival of "Atomic Samurai" and his group.

Banggu specifically instructed his disciples in charge of logistics to prepare more dishes. Before long, a group of drunkards in the restaurant were already enthusiastically toasting and drinking.

It is well known that once men are exposed to alcohol, they no longer care about the damage it does to their liver.

Although those present were all professional heroes with physical abilities far exceeding those of ordinary people, or those who were just doing it out of interest, everyone was equal in the face of alcohol, and one or two of them quickly got tipsy.

"Hey sir over there, wanna grab a drink?"

Saitama, carrying a bottle of liquor, approached "Atomic Samurai," who glanced at him with a slightly tipsy but sharp gaze: "I only acknowledge the strong, I don't drink with the weak..."

His gaze settled on the mountain of sake bottles piled on Saitama's table. He pondered for a moment, then changed the subject: "But when it comes to drinking, you seem to have some skill, even though you look like an ordinary kid... Let me test your capacity then!"

"That strange old man... said a lot of things I couldn't understand?"

Saitama grumbled in dissatisfaction, while "Atomic Samurai" leaned closer, holding a wine glass, veins throbbing on his forehead.

"Don't call me 'uncle'! I'm only 35!! But since you're here to offer a toast, I'll let you off this time... Drink up!"

"Eh?"

Saitama immediately became happy again.

(⊙?⊙)

"What's the big deal? In the end, you still have to drink it!"

Immediately, their glasses clinked together.

"Cheers!" x2

Not far away, "Qiu Wu Tai Dao" approached Qiao Sen's seat with a sheepish look on his face: "Super Cop, I'm your fan! May I offer you a toast?"

A chill ran down Qiao Sen's spine as he raised his glass as if facing a formidable enemy.

—This person looks like a ladyboy…

—Oh no! It's a hero like "Sexy Prisoner"!

Well, that might not be entirely accurate, but at least their sexual orientations are indeed the same!

Hiss—this feels even more terrifying!

After carefully clinking glasses with "Qiu Wu Tai Dao" to make sure he hadn't touched anything he shouldn't, Qiao Sen raised his glass in a gesture of respect: "...Thank you for your kindness, please."

Chapter 198 The Cocktail Party (Part 2)

"Super Cop, you work so hard eliminating monsters, your shoulder joints must be a little sore, right?"

After downing a cup of sake, "Qiu Mai Tachi's" already rosy cheeks visibly flushed, and she mustered her courage to volunteer.

"Before becoming my master's disciple, I systematically studied various massage techniques. Would you like me to help you relax? Don't worry, even my master praised my skills; they're quite excellent!"

——Duck♂No need!

"...Thank you, but no need."

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Johnson's forehead. He felt more nervous than he had been during his battle with Azu.

Real hammer!

Homelander <Transgender!>

He glanced at a handsome, sprightly old man nearby, and decisively used his "Secret Technique: Shifting the Blame" to say, "Um, I've noticed that Mr. 'Silver Fang' seems a bit clumsy lately. Why don't you go ask him if he needs a massage?"

"Okay, is that so..."

The rejected "Qiu Wu Tai Dao" looked dejected, and a low pressure immediately enveloped her, turning her entire appearance into a desolate gray-white.

Bang, standing to the side: "..."

( ?˙灬˙ )

"You brat, how dare you slander a young girl like that?! I'm in great shape; I can run at least several dozen kilometers before I get out of breath!"

—But… am I drunk? This little girl’s voice sounds a bit off.

Sometimes, friendships between men are very easy to build.

The disciples had somehow gotten together and started drinking.

After failing to win over Qiao Sen, Qiu Wu Tai Dao turned his attention to Genos, the second most handsome young man present, and was now trying to persuade him to drink.

Having undergone comprehensive human body modification, he had long since abandoned certain worldly desires. Genos did not feel anything unusual about the toast offered by "Kyuu no Tachi" and accepted it without hesitation.

seemingly……

This kid was imitating his master across the street, who was drinking with "Atomic Samurai," downing beer after beer.

—The teacher is in charge of that battlefield, so I will take on the challenge from the disciples on the other side!

Fortunately, Xiao Jie is a cyborg. As soon as he drinks the liquor, it is broken down into organic fuel by the high-temperature furnace inside his body, compressed and stored, and used as the power source for his core.

Otherwise, if it were an ordinary person drinking at the same rate as him, they would soon have to buy a house in the toilet.

the other side.

Before anyone knew it, the battle between "Atomic Samurai" and Saitama had already exceeded three hundred rounds.

Seeing that he hadn't been able to subdue this ordinary person of unknown origin for so long, even he, with his extensive experience, was greatly shocked.

Feeling the effects of the alcohol rising, the great swordsman, his face already flushed, quickly made up an excuse to run away to Bang's side, intending to have a couple of beers with the old man to calm his nerves.

Well, it's just a temporary truce on a different battlefield. How could the invincible "Atomic Samurai" possibly lose!

When he looked up, he saw Johnson sitting next to Bangu.

(ー`?ー)

( ￢?￢)

Surrounded by murderous aura, "Atomic Samurai" calmly picked up food while facing the onslaught of his aura, remaining as immovable as a mountain.

Seeing that the two guys disliked each other, Bangu became even more certain that they didn't get along.