Starting with one punch, I'll stop being human.

"Even against absolute power, skill can create miracles!"

"If you are interested in real martial arts, you can come to my dojo after the battle..."

As he spoke, he demonstrated, and a flowing, light blue aura swirled around his body with each move, making him look imposing.

His tone carried a hint of a master's pride and an expectation of passing on his legacy, preparing to receive the respectful and awe-inspiring gazes of the two juniors behind him, as well as their subsequent exclamations and inquiries.

However, behind him was utter silence, with only the whistling wind and... the sonic booms fading into the distance.

Bang: "...Uh?"

He looked back in confusion, only to find the wide rooftop completely empty; there wasn't a trace of Saitama or Genos.

In the distance, only two tiny black dots remained, rapidly receding into the distance and becoming almost invisible.

The two men didn't even listen to him finish speaking; they had already rushed towards the meteorite without a care in the world.

Banggu: "..."

A gust of wind swept by, making his white beard tremble wildly in the air. The resolute expression of a master, full of the demeanor of a sage, froze on his face, creating an extremely awkward scene.

Just then, another figure appeared beside him without warning, as if he had been standing there all along.

Han Sen, with his hands in the pockets of his casual pants, looked up at the increasingly larger and terrifying fireball in the sky with a relaxed expression, as if he were watching a grand fireworks display that had nothing to do with him.

“Young man…you?” Bang lowered his stance, a chill running down his spine.

He had no idea how the other person had appeared!

With his extraordinary perception honed through years of martial arts training, this was simply impossible!

Nodding slightly to the old man, Han Sen said calmly, "Mr. Bang, times have changed. Young people these days don't have much interest in martial arts."

Bangu immediately puffed out his beard, clearly disagreeing with Hansen's statement.

Before he could refute her, Han Sen casually and rhythmically drew several circles, and a series of drifting, flowing energy burst forth.

The old man was immediately dumbfounded: "Aba aba aba..."