After a long time, when the smoke cleared, a huge basin of unknown depth and several kilometers in length suddenly appeared. In this scraped layer of surface, hot streams of red lava gushed out, filling the air with the pungent smell of sulfur.
Duke retracted the arrogance emanating from his body and exhaled the foul air from his chest. The energy between the worlds might be superimposed, but the bloodline could not. The arrogance state just now was just a pseudo-explosion mode he released to simulate the Super Saiyan. Although the combat power could be greatly improved, it was definitely not comparable to the 50-fold combat power increase of the Super Saiyan.
Similarly, just as the super race state will put a burden on the body, Duke's simulated pseudo-explosive mode also puts a lot of pressure on the body.
It's true that Duke can increase his combat power infinitely without regard for the consequences, but that doesn't make sense unless he wants to destroy the planet.
Snap! Snap…
A faint steam rose from the scalding ground, and the glassy ground squeaked as it was stepped on. Saitama walked over naked. His dead fish eyes were particularly annoying, and there was a mixture of confusion and indifference, and he had a natural pretentious temperament.
As if to say, sorry, I was distracted just now, what happened, did you attack? Saitama's eyes can easily trigger the opponent's anger value, lazy and pretentious, it is basically a kind of contempt. But Duke didn't take it seriously. If it were someone else, this would indeed be a provocation, but Saitama...
"Every time I fight, I have to replenish a lot of food. If the energy I consume is not replenished in time, I will become weak." Duke was eating frantically, and at the same time he took the time to talk about the strange settings of the Saiyans, and replied: "You are the real weird one. The intake and output are totally disproportionate!"
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Duke: “…”
“What on earth is going on here?”
The reason why Duke has enough money to support himself is not because of his superhero salary. His main income comes from the help of caring people in the society.
Speaking of wrestling... bah, speaking of being photographed, Duke then remembered that the technology tree of One Punch Man World has gone astray, and it is a weird world of black technology. Maybe someone is already paying attention to it. Duke doesn't like the hustle and bustle of daily life. Compared to being a hero praised by everyone, he prefers to sit in front of the computer, play games, drink a glass of fat otaku happy water, and then go out to save the world when needed.
"Come on, Duke! I will give it my all from now on. I can feel that you haven't given it your all either." Saitama's face showed excitement and he was full of fighting spirit.
"I hope it's not what we imagined..."
City Z! In a remote restaurant, Duke and Saitama were feasting. To be more precise, Duke was eating and drinking lavishly while Saitama was counting the plates.
Duke shook his head and pointed to the Death Desert that had been destroyed by the battle and wiped off the map: "No, if the fighting continues, the nearby cities will be affected. You don't want to make millions of people homeless because of a momentary passion!"
Whenever Duke thought of this, he felt embarrassed!
The Death Desert was destroyed by fighting, not because we were wrestling!
As for whether it was Chance (choked to death) or Yes (choked to death), that is unknown! The two walked on the way home, Duke held a toothpick in his mouth and imitated Ming Ge's walking posture, hoping that someone who disliked him would jump out and accuse him and give him a stack of reputation loss compensation.
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So conflicted, I really want to find someone to fight with! "When can we spar again? I really want to fight with you again, in a place where no one can disturb us." Saitama couldn't forget it, and came over with a wronged look on his face, but was pushed away by Duke with a slap on his face.
Take back what I said before, he is quite good at showing off!
There is no other reason. Saitama is back to nature at this time. Little Saitama is swaying in the wind, looking like a handsome guy! Duke is only wearing a pair of shorts. I really don't want him to get too close. What if someone takes a picture of him? How should I explain it?
Although he has always been a walking pretender, his hollow brain has never thought deeply about these things. His pretentiousness relies on contrast because his sloppy facial features are too casual.
"Wow, this is amazing! This is the first time I see someone eat so much. Duke, are you really a human being and not a monster?" Saitama pushed away the empty plate that blocked his view and exclaimed in amazement.
"Someone is wrestling here... Phew, is he testing destructive weapons?"
Half an hour later, the first wave of people from the Hero Association arrived at the scene, but they were still too late. The devastated battlefield was silent, and all that was left for them were deep pits left by violent bombardment.
Under the witness of justice, Duke carried out an inhumane preaching to them - to convince people with virtue. In order to make this group of scum change their ways, Duke, with a compassionate heart that if he didn't go to hell, no one would, finally accepted their suitcases after repeated refusals in vain.
Saitama's brain is destined not to dwell too much on a problem. Apart from hair follicles and supermarket promotions, he forgets everything after a glance. However, today is a day worth remembering. He met an opponent who is worthy of a fight, and was treated to a meal when he was short of money.
"That's right, that's right. As long as King is here, no matter how strong the monster is, there is nothing to fear..."
"This is the first time I've fought seriously, and the enemy hasn't fallen yet!" Saitama said seriously.
King's name was mentioned repeatedly, and everyone's lost fighting spirit was revived.
"Let's talk about the next battle next time. Instead of this, it's better for us to leave first. I'm so hungry." Duke raised his hand and was about to put it on Saitama's shoulder, but the other party's naked body made it difficult for him to do so. In the end, he pressed down on the shiny bald head.
When Saitama heard this, his face immediately became conflicted. He longed for a battle of equal strength. This was the closest he had ever been to his dream, but he also didn't want to implicate innocent people because of his willfulness.
Teleport!
Saitama looked at the empty plates around him in confusion. Can this be called a meal? Also, on our Earth, what you do is not called eating, it's called drinking!
More and more people rushed to the scene, busy setting up temporary blockades and using various instruments to measure, trying to reverse the situation in the Death Desert. The results made them all silent. Indeed, two powerful creatures had fought here. The outcome of the battle was unknown, but one thing was certain: any one of the two unknown creatures could wipe out an S-class hero.
Whoosh!!
Five minutes later, the restaurant owner bowed and sent the two away. On the one hand, the food ran out and he had to close the restaurant early. On the other hand, he had to appease his own chefs. Two of the three chefs were exhausted and were injecting glucose. Another chef was crying in the toilet and refused to come out. He threatened that if he was forced to cook again, he would stick his head in the toilet and commit suicide.
The bald man decided to cling to the rich man so that he wouldn't have to worry about food and drink.
From some perspectives, their idea is right. After all, that is King, a powerful man who can make Saitama doubt his life and lose his balance mentally with just two thumbs.
The strongest creature on earth, well-deserved!
"It doesn't matter, we still have King, he is the strongest!"
Duke knew they would definitely do it again, so he had been secretly monitoring them. Once he found a landmine, he would show up and preach to them. Duke's efforts were not in vain. Every time, the scum would shed tears of shame and take the initiative to hand the suitcase to Duke. If Duke didn't take it, they would cry and cry until Duke changed his mind. For this, these people would not hesitate to die.
"Don't tell me about these traces of battle. I didn't join the Hero Association to die!"
In this materialistic society, there are not many kind-hearted people like this!
Well, this cannot be called black eating black, it is about reversing their wrong values.
Because when Duke moved the safe from their old nest for the last time, this group of people changed their jobs and went to the construction site to move bricks. It is said that they can earn 20,000 yuan a month and have a studio. They use their hard work to exchange for the fruits of their labor. The scum are full of hope for the next life.
With the kind financial support from this social person, Duke immediately bought stocks of the Hero Association. Because the strength of the second-ranked S-class legal loli was guaranteed, the stock continued to rise, and Duke lived a happy fat house life because of her.
(End of this chapter)