"Oops!" Saitama knelt on the ground with a collapsed face.
"What, what's wrong?" Genos was awakened and looked at Saitama like this, and asked quickly.
"I didn't expect this centipede to be so stubborn. I originally planned to keep it as food."
"..." Listening to Saitama's words, Genos suddenly didn't know what to say. Such a powerful monster, he Genos even planned to self-destruct his energy, trying to fight with Elder Centipede Die together, even in his calculations, even if he chooses this behavior, the probability of dying together is less than 10%. Such a powerful monster, Saitama said he couldn't help but fight. Moreover, what the hell is the ingredient behind? Using weirdos as ingredients? Is that going to cause diarrhea?
The meat from weird people is poisonous. Eating food from weird people can cause diarrhea in mild cases, and if serious, it may kill people. This kind of thing is already common sense, right?
"Well, actually, you can't eat the meat of weirdos." Genos spread common sense to Saitama, who looked collapsed.
"Huh? You can't eat it?" Saitama turned around in surprise.
"That's right, normal people will suffer from diarrhea and even food poisoning if they eat the meat from weirdos. In severe cases, they may even die from it." Genos nodded.
"That's it, forget it." Saitama's demeanor returned to normal. Since he couldn't eat it, it wouldn't be a waste if he beat Elder Centipede into slag with one punch.
"Excuse me, can you tell me your name?" Genos's electronic eyes looked at Saitama with a hint of admiration and fanaticism.
"Ah, my name is Saitama. I am a hero driven by interest." Saitama has nothing to hide.
"Saitama? I understand. My body is damaged and I need to find Dr. Kuseno to repair it again, so goodbye, Mr. Saitama." Genos plans to say goodbye to Saitama. Of course, this is only temporary, and Genos will use his own methods to find out why Saitama became so powerful.
"Oh oh oh." Saitama responded casually.
But just when Genos was about to leave, suddenly a weirdo climbed out of the sewer entrance, and then another, one after another, one after another, one after another, emerged from every corner.
In the blink of an eye, Saitama and Genos were surrounded by weirdos of various colors and shapes. It was as if Saitama and Genos had suddenly fallen into a nest of weirdos.
Well, okay, actually, the place where they are now is not much different from the weirdo's den. Under their feet is actually the headquarters of the Monster Association. Because of Elder Centipede, there was a lot of noise, and the Monster Association headquarters has also received the news, but they did not expect that Elder Centipede was actually beaten to death.
But this is the headquarters of the Monster Association. There are many Dragon-level weirdos. In addition to Dragon-level weirdos, there are also many other types of weirdos. At the same time, the mechanical transformation man Genos has also been beaten. They became disabled and lost their combat effectiveness, so this was an opportunity. They would never let Saitama and Genos leave. So when Genos was about to leave, a lot of weirdos appeared and surrounded them.
"There are so many weirdos here? It's really bad. My body has lost its combat effectiveness. Mr. Saitama, if you can, please leave. I will use my last strength to stop them." Genos's legs full of cracks were slightly bent.
"Well, it seems that because of Elder Centipede just now, Monster Association was alerted all of a sudden. But since Monster Association has been alerted, there is no need to wait for the arrangements from Hellish Blizzard. Just go ahead and fight." Saitama shook his fist and said in a nonchalant tone.
Bang bang bang!
With heavy footsteps, the ground was shaking slightly. A giant three to four meters tall appeared. This giant looked powerful and ferocious, and exuded a powerful aura, almost comparable to Elder Centipede. This was another Dragon-level weirdo.
"Really, we were knocked down and killed in front of our home. If we Monster Association don't take action, we will be looked down upon by others." This big man who was three to four meters tall had a loud voice, and his words were like thunder.
"Dragon-level weirdo!" Genos's electronic eye's pupils shrank violently. "And, Monster Association? There is more than one Dragon-level weirdo here?" Genos is already a little desperate, even if it is a single Dragon-level It is very difficult for him to deal with the weirdo, not to mention the Dragon-level weirdo in front of him who seems to be relatively powerful among the Dragon-level weirdos. At the same time, there is also the Monster Association that the other party said, which is not easy no matter how you look at it.
"So there were only two people? That guy Elder Centipede was killed by two people. He was obviously a weirdo Dragon-level, but his death was so worthless. What an idiot. Hey, I'll give you a chance. If you surrender now, I can let you two go." Weird Gouket shouted at Saitama and Genos.
"Surrender? How is such a thing possible?" Genos said in a decisive tone.
"Um, how many strong men are there among you Monster Association?" Saitama asked a question that interested him.
"How many strong men? Hahaha, of course there are many, many, many more. Boy, if you surrender, I can turn you into a monster and gain more power than you are now." Gouket laughed, thinking that Saitama was afraid of asking this question and wanted to surrender.
"Well, there is no need for a stronger power than now, because if my power is any stronger, I may really die of boredom. Now, come on, let me have a heart-pounding battle." Saitama seemed to become a little excited.
"Oh? From your tone, you are a martial artist?" Gouket became interested, because before he became a weirdo, he was a powerful martial artist, maybe not as good as Silver Fang Bang level, but not too different, he can be considered a top martial artist. According to the strength level of a weirdo, even before he became a weirdo, based on his martial arts strength alone, he was almost as strong as a ghost-level weirdo.
"Martial arts master? No." Saitama shook his head blankly.
"Well? Aren't you a martial artist? Forget it, now, kneel on the ground and surrender, I can spare you." Gouket lost his patience.
"Really, didn't you listen to me carefully? I want to have a good fight." Saitama shouted helplessly at Gouket.
"Let's have a good fight? Huh, come on." Gouket was impatient and gave the order directly.
The already impatient weirdos howled immediately, their eyes released bloodthirsty light, and rushed towards Saitama and Genos.
"Mr. Saitama, please be careful, I--"
Bang!
Almost instantly, zhoshyan. co Genos didn't even realize what was going on. Almost a hundred of the weirdos who rushed up were killed in an instant. Their limbs and arms were broken, and even organs such as eyeballs were scattered on the ground.
"So, we are still a bunch of bastards. That big guy, you must be pretty good. Come on, let's have a fight." Saitama invited Gouket to fight.
"I didn't expect that your strength is not weak, but it's useless. The gap in the strength of weirdos cannot be made up by quantity. Come on, let me tell you today, Dragon-level The strength of weirdos." Gouket He snorted coldly, and then shouted at Saitama in a heroic voice. He clenched his huge fist, and his strong muscles instantly made his arm thicker. Then the huge fist fell directly and hit Saitama.
"Damn it, such a powerful Dragon-level monster. Just because of the impact of the fist storm, there is an indescribable sense of oppression. This is too powerful. Damn it." Genos's current strength is still a little bit behind, facing the weaker ones He can still deal with the Dragon-level monster, but the slightly stronger Dragon-level monster is no longer something he can deal with. Even facing the powerful Dragon-level monster, even trying to escape becomes very difficult.
Facing Gouket's attack, Saitama waved his fist.
Looking at Saitama's fist, Gouket sneered in his heart. The unstable lower body, the fist with no explosive power, and the completely incorrect fist swing posture. This kind of attack is just like a child playing house. He can't even exert 30% of his strength. Such a weak fist, even a person who has practiced martial arts a little will not be so ugly. 17ye