"You… you blocked it?!"
Sweet Mask was horrified. His leg throbbed faintly, while the bald man stood there as if nothing had happened.
"Sensei! Are you alright?!"
Genos stepped forward with fury on his face, placing himself between Saitama and Sweet Mask.
Right now, his respect and gratitude toward Saitama were absolute. His eyes could not tolerate even a grain of sand that threatened his teacher.
"Since the match isn't over, I'll finish it myself! Sensei, please just watch from the side. As your disciple, from today onward, I will never let you lose face again!!"
His determined gaze swept over the crowd, and the referee who had been preparing to penalize Saitama shrank back in fear, hiding off to the side.
"Oh? Good chance to test your current level, Genos. Do your best—when you're done, we'll go home and have dinner," Saitama said with a yawn, casting a glance at Sweet Mask. Genos had been beaten so badly earlier—of course this was something he should handle himself now.
"Did something just happen to Genos? He looks different."
"Is this some hidden ability? Cyborgs really are troublesome."
"Even if he's changed, he can't beat Sweet Mask. That guy's real strength is probably on par with Atomic Samurai."
"Go, Genos! Beat Sweet Mask!!"
"Genos is so cool!!"
The cold atmosphere ignited again. For this crowd overflowing with hormones, nothing was more exciting than a fight.
"Think a new skin makes you my match? Trash, I'm not like those weak S-…"
Sweet Mask's elegant spin ended in a graceful landing, his handsome face filled with confidence and arrogance—until his words died in his throat and his expression shifted drastically.
Too fast!
Genos had charged first, moving even faster than with his previous "Wing" upgrades.
It was almost like the strange instant Saitama had appeared earlier—an eerie speed that made Sweet Mask's skin crawl.
"Where are you looking?"
A voice came from behind him. Every hair on Sweet Mask's body stood on end as he whipped a kick backward without hesitation.
Smack!
The solid impact made him smile in relief.
"Is that all you've got?"
Genos's angry voice froze him in place—Sweet Mask realized with horror that his leg had been caught.
Before he could react, the world spun and the alloy floor rushed up to meet him.
Boom!
The deafening crash silenced the rowdy heroes. Eyes widened as they watched Genos—his bionic human body gripping Sweet Mask's leg—swing him like a sledgehammer and smash him into the ground.
The alloy floor, strong enough to withstand artillery fire, warped under the impact. Sweet Mask's bones and muscles were wrecked beyond recognition—handsome was the last word anyone would use for him now.
"Damn you! Your power… impossible… how can your speed and strength surpass mine by this much?! I am Sweet Mask! I am the pinnacle of S-Class!!"
Bones snapped back into place and torn flesh knitted together at an incredible rate. Sweet Mask was like a cockroach that wouldn't die, struggling to get up.
Thud!
A foot slammed down onto his head—Genos had descended from above.
It was almost the same scene as before, except now the hunter and prey had switched places.
Life was strange like that. And it was all because of Saitama—because of his teacher—that he now had this power.
Genos's heart swelled with gratitude. Golden eyes gleamed coldly as he raised his hand.
Vmm~
A black aperture split open in his palm, releasing a terrifying energy wave as visible light particles gathered.
Sweet Mask's body froze mid-heal, his heart nearly stopping. This was a lethal danger—he knew instinctively that if the beam hit, he would die. Even with his regeneration, this attack could destroy him down to the cellular level.
"Surrender, or struggle? Make your choice."
Genos's voice was icy as he looked down at the regenerating Sweet Mask. His foot felt welded to the man's head, no matter how hard he struggled.
"…"
Sweet Mask's cheering fans now had faces full of complicated emotions.
Even Atomic Samurai—who had blocked Blizzard out of courtesy—stood frozen, the toothpick in his mouth falling unnoticed.
The reversal had been too quick.
Sweet Mask had been defeated in barely ten seconds. Even Atomic Samurai himself doubted he could have done it so easily. Yet this newcomer, Genos, had done it without breaking a sweat.
"Surrender? Or die? Choose," Genos repeated coldly.
(End of Chapter)
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