Saiyan!
From the anime Dragon Ball.
A race of legendary warriors once hailed as the strongest in anime history.
For Fenric to obtain Saiyan blood in this mission was beyond a pleasant surprise—it was a monumental gain.
If the Samsara Space had been accessible right now, he would have entered immediately to study it in detail.
But for now, he carefully stored the vial of Saiyan blood into his personal warehouse, preparing to leave.
At that moment—
Boom!
A sonic boom thundered across the sky.
A figure in shorts and a crimson cloak shot across the distance, stopping mid-air outside the hotel window. Hovering effortlessly, the man's piercing gaze locked onto Fenric.
Down on the street below, pedestrians who had heard the sonic boom looked up in shock.
"Look, it's the superhero—Golden Sage King!"
"It's really him! Oppa, you're so handsome!"
"Oppa, I love you!"
"Why is Senior Golden Sage King here? Did a criminal appear in that hotel?"
"Hah, this is going to be good. That guy's unlucky now! Senior Golden Sage King is ranked on the 24th floor of Samsara Tower, ranked 96th on the world's top 100 list! He's also the number one powerhouse of Willowland Republic. Whoever's inside is done for!"
"Yeah, thanks to Senior Golden Sage King, Soule's been much safer!"
"Safe, huh? Don't forget—the Co-Zhu Society under his control is the biggest gang in the city."
The crowd erupted with excitement as though they were watching a celebrity. The already bustling street became deafening.
Fenric couldn't understand their language, but their reactions told him enough: this man was famous.
And judging by the sonic boom earlier, his speed alone placed him at least at A-rank.
If not for his Eastern face and gaudy costume, Fenric might have mistaken him for a certain muscular hero from the DC universe.
"Looking for me?" Fenric frowned, replying in English.
He guessed the man possessed some alien bloodline, likely granting him super-hearing similar to Superman's. That would explain why he had arrived so quickly. The only question was—how close was he to the real Superman?
"Who are you? Why are you committing crimes in Soule?" Golden Sage King demanded righteously.
Fenric nearly gagged at the sight.
Really? In this day and age, someone still insists on playing superhero? And he's not even young—what's with the second-hand delusions?
He was too lazy to argue. His tone was flat. "I'm leaving. If you plan to stop me, try. Otherwise—get lost."
Golden Sage King's face darkened.
In the next instant, he vanished.
Whoosh!
The air cracked as he closed the distance in a blur, throwing a devastating punch straight at Fenric.
To ordinary eyes, his movement was invisible.
But Fenric was far from ordinary.
He clearly saw the attack and chose not to counter. Instead, he crossed his arms, coating them in Armament Haki to brace for impact.
He wanted to test the man's strength.
Boom!!
The blow landed like a cannonball.
Fenric's body was blasted backward, crashing through the hotel wall. Debris rained as he shot across the building, bursting out the far side before plummeting toward the ground.
Screams echoed from the street as pedestrians scattered.
Just before hitting the pavement, Fenric's body jolted. He halted in mid-air, hovering above the ground.
He was flying.
His psychic power now allowed him to sustain short bursts of flight.
But compared to Golden Sage King's effortless speed, it was crude at best.
Still, Fenric was mildly impressed. His strength attribute's higher than mine… but nowhere near the true Superman.
"This guy must've obtained a weakened version of the Kryptonian bloodline. Weaker than the original—but still formidable," Fenric analyzed inwardly.
Golden Sage King descended after him, drawing even louder cheers from the crowd.
"Oppa!" "Oppa!"
The man ignored the shouting fans. His cold eyes fixed only on Fenric.
"You're impressive. To withstand my strike without dying… Reveal your true identity and surrender. Do that, and I'll spare your life." He spoke in English.
Fenric chuckled. This man really loved theatrics.
"Enough nonsense. If you want to fight, then fight."
With that, Fenric dropped to the ground.
His flight couldn't match the other man's; it would be foolish to battle him in the sky. And while he had Mark VII armor, against an A-rank powerhouse it would be nothing more than a fragile toy—scrap metal waiting to be torn apart.
Golden Sage King's expression darkened further.
Turning to the crowd, he called out, "This place will soon become a battlefield. Evacuate immediately!"
The onlookers obeyed, retreating in panic. Still, most only moved a safe distance away, hiding behind barriers while excitedly pulling out their phones.
They were already planning titles for the footage:
"Mysterious Master vs. Superhero Golden Sage King!"
Whoosh!
The air split again.
The two A-rank masters finally clashed head-on.
Golden Sage King's fist blurred toward Fenric's face.
This time, Fenric didn't defend.
He clenched his own fist and swung forward to meet it.
BOOM!
The collision was like thunder erupting from the earth.
A shockwave burst outward, tearing through the street in all directions. Wind roared, scattering debris and knocking people off their feet.
Gasps filled the air.
Two fists colliding—yet the force was enough to cause a hurricane.
The citizens stared in awe.
Everyone knew Golden Sage King was the number one powerhouse in Willowland Republic.
But who was this mysterious stranger who could match him blow for blow?