"Baldy? Heh heh."
That harmless-looking expression twisted into something darker. Saitama's mouth twitched, and the stiff smile on his face made him look unsettling.
"I said, this farce of yours should end here, and the two of them must apologize to each other!"
Tornado of Terror was as forceful as ever.
"Ahem… Tornado, listen… Saitama is a good friend of ours. Why don't we all just take a step back on this? Saitama—"
S-Class Rank 5, Child Emperor, was getting a headache. Tornado was extremely prideful, especially in public. In the lab, maybe someone could talk her down, but here? This was a powder keg.
"He should be apologizing to Genos! And paying for repairs, too! This is Genos's matter, and it's not something a brat who hasn't even grown all her hair gets to decide!" Saitama shot back without hesitation.
Being a laid-back guy didn't mean he didn't have a temper.
If you didn't mess with Saitama, he was harmless enough. But provoke him—really make him mad—and sorry… unless you can escape beyond the solar system and avoid being found by the Bald Demon King, you're out of luck.
"He's done for!"
"Completely done for!"
"These two… someone call the medics, this baldy's about to die."
Child Emperor nearly blacked out. Every pro hero present had their jaws on the floor, their eyes screaming, You're insane!
If you wanted to summarize the most common reason S-Class heroes had been crushed in the past, the number one cause would be "calling Tornado a brat."
But this sharp-tongued baldy not only called her a brat—he added she hadn't even grown all her hair yet!
Dead. Absolutely dead.
"Run! Tornado's about to blow! I don't wanna die here!"
"Holy crap, this guy's savage! I'll bet a pack of spicy sticks he lasts two seconds before dying!"
"Bet your ass! Go get Master Bang! Even Atomic Samurai and Child Emperor might not be able to stop her once she's pissed!"
"Call the Association higher-ups, this is gonna get someone killed!!"
It was like someone had dropped a depth charge—panic and chaos erupted in the crowd.
The bold and morbidly curious ducked into corners to watch, while the more sensible heroes fled the Association branch in a mad rush. Soon, the once-packed venue was almost empty.
Looking around, only a few figures remained—S-Class heroes Atomic Samurai, Child Emperor, and Superalloy Darkshine among them. A few cocky A-Class heroes stayed, but anyone below B-Class had bolted. The reporters? Long gone.
Against psychic power, cameras were nothing but junk.
"What did you just say? Baldy."
Tornado suddenly smiled, lowering herself in midair until her nose was almost touching Saitama's.
"Oh? You mean the 'brat who hasn't even grown all her hair yet' part?"
Saitama grinned wide, his expression turning downright sinister.
Crack crack crack—
The sound of twisting metal filled the air, and the entire Association branch began to shake violently.
The earlier stars of the fight, Sweet Mask and Genos, were completely forgotten. Every terrified gaze was now fixed squarely on Tornado.
"She's gone nuclear!"
"Quick, stop her!"
"You go."
"Ahem… how about you go first…"
Even the S-Class and A-Class heroes looked grim, glancing at each other but making no move. Neither Atomic Samurai nor Child Emperor wanted to get involved.
"Planning to go after Saitama?"
A sharp, annoyed voice rang out. A tall, long-haired beauty with waist-length blue hair—Blizzard—stepped forward, psychic power flaring as she placed herself between Saitama and Tornado.
"My foolish little sister! You really think you're strong? You've got a serious misunderstanding!!"
The little green-haired loli sneered, her jade-green eyes blazing, delicate face marked by the faint appearance of glowing blue veins.
No one knew Tornado's true limits, but as the Association's "secret weapon," this was far from her peak.
"Knew it—Tornado's pissed," Atomic Samurai muttered with a bitter smile. He'd rather face Blizzard any day.
Boom—
The evenly matched psychic clash suddenly collapsed. Blizzard gave a muffled groan as if tossed by a tidal wave, her body flung back. Behind her, Genos released Sweet Mask and caught his "master's wife" just in time—only to be slammed into the alloy wall by the sheer force of the blow, denting it into a crater over ten meters wide.
Before the stunned eyes of every S-Class and A-Class hero, Tornado's appearance began to change.
Her wavy blue-green hair lifted in the air, her qipao whipped wildly in the wind, and her entire body was wrapped in an almost solid aura of deep green psychic power.
Compared to her earlier bout with Blizzard in the lab, her psychic power had easily tripled.
"Do you know why no one dares make me angry? Because… when I'm angry… the consequences are… very… serious…"
She spoke each word slowly, stepping through the air as if climbing invisible stairs toward Saitama. With every step she took, the alloy floor below exploded and caved in by several meters, and the entire Association building shook like it was about to collapse.
(End of Chapter)
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