A Bizarre Adventure Starting with One-Punch Man

After all, they are cyborgs. Learning new knowledge is no different from copying and pasting it into their brains. So it's not surprising that they have such an incredible learning speed.

However, the fact that he was able to develop a fighting style that suited him so quickly was largely due to Genos's own comprehension and Saitama's tireless sparring.

Although he maintained a state of high-speed, blurry afterimage dodging throughout the battle, the only thing clearly visible was his simple-looking face as a powerful figure.

If we were to pinpoint the part of Genos's weakest grasp of the Flowing Fist technique, it would be techniques related to using and deflecting force.

Because up until now, Genos's achievements have been mostly concentrated on the increasingly damaged training ground, and he hasn't even actually touched Saitama's clothes!

Although the gap was so large it was despairing, Genos did not lose heart.

Even if it takes all my strength, I want to keep up with the teacher's pace!

Chapter 212 Genos is the champion!

Johnson read the brilliant ideas of the cyborg boy, but he was too embarrassed to spoil them for him.

—Don't be silly, your teacher is almost bald, there's no way you can keep up with him!

"Really?" Johnson nodded, opening a glass of chilled orange soda for himself. "This is the first time I've seen Saitama so serious. Is this what happens when a man becomes a mentor?"

Bangu paused for a moment, then nodded in agreement, saying, "Well, perhaps that's one of the reasons."

An old man and a young man chatted about topics typical of men, clinking glasses in a relaxed manner.

"By the way, speaking of which, I have to give you a heads-up, Master."

Hearing that Johnson's tone had suddenly become serious, Bang was taken aback and asked in confusion, "Is there something wrong with my dojo?"

“Hmm,” upon hearing this, Qiao Sen nodded slightly and slowly uttered a name, “Hungry Wolf.”

“Hungry Wolf…” Bang’s mind drifted to the image of that always taciturn, white-haired disciple with hidden thoughts in his eyes, but he didn’t know why Johnson had suddenly brought him up. “What happened to him?”

"Grandpa, you don't care at all..."

"..."

Bang: I don't know!

Using superpowers as a pretext, Johnson poured out Garou's childhood and current ideals to Bang.

(“HeartNet”: Oh yes, yes, I saw it all with my own eyes!)

The old man listened in silence for a long time, his expression gradually becoming serious: "His ideal is to hunt all heroes, and he even aspires to become the strongest monster? This child's heart is so complicated..."

"...The so-called 'human monster'?"

"As his teacher, it was indeed my oversight that I failed to detect my disciple's evil intentions in time."

“It’s not that serious,” Johnson said, seeing the unspeakable disappointment on Bang’s face. “There’s an old saying in my hometown, ‘It’s never too late to mend the fence after the sheep are lost.’ Maybe if you start paying attention to this disciple now, you can still turn his mind around.”

—It's okay if he can't be changed. If the old man's "Iron Fist of Love" doesn't work, there's always my "Physics Education Team Death Doubles" with Saitama! There's bound to be one he'll like.

Of course, Johnson only thought the last sentence to himself and didn't say it out loud.

Even so, Bangu regained some fighting spirit after being persuaded by him, and looked leisurely at the training field.

“If I didn’t know, that would be fine. But now that I’ve learned about his aspirations, I can’t just sit idly by.”

A rare hint of murderous intent flashed in Bang's eyes. His usually slightly hunched body slowly straightened up. The young Bang who once swept through the martial arts world with his ruthless and terrifying "Heartbreaker" punch, striking fear into everyone and known as the "Blood Wind," was slowly reviving within him.

"If you want to be a weirdo, you'd better get over me first!!"

Johnson: "..."

It's counterproductive!

Upon seeing Bang's tall and imposing figure, it seemed as if a tall, arrogant young martial artist had flashed by like a stand-in, prompting Johnson to scratch his head.

His actions, though seemingly swift and decisive, actually provoked Bang to unleash his past evil intentions, and that's how...

This is a serious mistake!

The little hammer of the merit-making wooden fish struck Qiao Sen's head repeatedly, and a series of "merit -1, -1, -1..." notifications kept popping up.

He had already foreseen that the hungry wolf would soon receive even more brutal beatings from his mentor, but if he managed to get rid of the kind and amiable white-haired old man, things would get really messed up!

Qiao Sen squinted at Bang Gu, who seemed calm, thinking to himself that he could not let his guard down against this master and disciple of the Flowing Fist School in the future.

When Qiao Sen thought about the old man's fighting prowess, he couldn't help but gasp.

If his two personalities were to start fighting, I, the one who caused the trouble, might have to delve into the old man's mental world to physically mediate.

As I said before, martial artists are not scary; what's scary is when martial artists become eccentric!

(Grandpa Baoshan: Ah, right, right, right!)

……

three days later.

It took Atomic Samurai two days to finally recover and be discharged from the hospital.

Although his entire body was almost beaten to a pulp by Saitama, he still possessed the foundation of a top-tier human, and his recovery speed was far beyond that of ordinary people.

Upon learning that Saitama was a powerhouse comparable to "Super Cop," he finally backed down and calmed down.

After all, the only strong person left in the Ryusui Dojo is the dojo master "Silver Fang". Since he came here to visit, it would be inappropriate to force a challenge.

Seeing that the proud warrior was not discouraged by his defeat, both Johnson and Bang looked at him with newfound respect.

In Atomic Samurai's view, failure is nothing more than his own training not being up to par. Since even the basics didn't despise him, what else is there for him to care about?

We can just win it back next time!

Of course, if the opponents are still those two monsters... then that's another story.

During these three days, Genos made good progress in his studies and gained a lot.

His fighting skills are already top-notch among cyborgs, and he has successfully taken the first step towards shedding the "unbeatable legend" label.

Why do you say that?

Before his departure, Bangu specially organized a "Disciple Cup" friendly competition.

The three masters present, along with Johnson, formed the strongest referee team, with Johnson also serving as a part-time medical assistant.

"Atomic Samurai": You have healing superpowers, why didn't you say so earlier...

Johnson: But you didn't ask!

The referee's little farce ended with "Atomic Samurai" suffering another setback, and all of his younger brothers... no, his disciples, participated in the competition.

Perhaps with the intention of teaching Garou a lesson, Bang directly called him to join the battle. Together with Genos and the three disciples of "Atomic Samurai", the five fought one after another, battling fiercely for a whole afternoon.

Genos ultimately won the championship thanks to his newly acquired fighting skills and powerful firepower, while Garou, who came in second place, was seriously injured and lost.

After the battle ended, Johnson, as the only medical personnel present, stepped onto the training field.

"Congratulations, Genos." He patted Genos's hard metal shoulder with satisfaction and sincerely encouraged him. "Well done. Don't forget to pay Bang's training fee."

After all, it was his suggestion to bring Genos up the mountain to train, and now that Genos is doing so well, he, as his senior brother, is naturally proud.

“Thank you, Mr. Johnson!” Genos nodded happily, immediately taking his advice. “I’ll remember that!”

"No need for training fees, Genos-kun, Johnson-kun was just kidding."

Seeing that Genos was really getting serious, Bang stepped forward and waved with a smile.

Then, the old man looked at the hungry wolf lying on the ground, panting heavily, sighed in his heart, and said, "Qiao Senjun, please treat my disciple as well."

Chapter 213 The Disciple Cup Ends

Johnson wanted to say that with the wolf's physique, it might recover on its own in no time.

But since his master had already spoken, he naturally followed suit.

“Yes, Master Bang.”

Due to the intense battle with Genos, Garou's injuries had progressed to the point where he was temporarily unable to get up.

For Garou, who hasn't mastered the breathing technique, Genos is undoubtedly a very good opponent.

He clearly has the advantage in terms of mastery of "Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist," but Genos's body is made of high-strength alloy and he also possesses powerful firepower.

First, you can't break through the moves taught by the same master. Second, Garou's current attack power is unlikely to break through Genos's metal body. Finally, you also have to be wary of large-scale AOE fire damage.

With all three factors combined, it's no surprise that Garou ultimately lost.

To everyone's astonishment, even when completely suppressed, Garou fought Genos for a full two hours, only collapsing unwillingly after exhausting every last drop of energy from his body.

The ruthless attitude towards the enemy and even more ruthless towards oneself, along with the almost obsessive desire to win, amazed even Atomic Samurai.

At this moment, the shimmering green healing chakra flowed into Garou's body through his palm.

He had been glaring fiercely at Qiao Sen, but suddenly his spirits lifted, his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and he instinctively swallowed.

This amount of energy output was negligible to Johnson, but for the hungry wolf's body, it was a delicacy he had never seen before.

Not only is it plentiful and filling, but it also contains an extremely rich and powerful vitality!

As the healing chakra entered his body, every cell in Garou's body came alive like a pack of wolves that had smelled their prey, opening their mouths greedily to devour this vibrant foreign energy.

—With this level of will to survive, it's no exaggeration to call this body a human monster.