The Super Fight, abbreviated as the Super Tournament, was a highly renowned exchange competition among martial artists. Since it was only held once every six months, experts from every school gathered for each event.
It was the most authoritative exchange competition in the martial arts world. Every year, one could witness the ultimate techniques of various schools, the strongest martial artists, the fiercest styles, and the most dazzling, blood-pumping clashes.
For martial artists, this competition was also a great opportunity to make a name for themselves.
Today's Super Fight was the eighteenth edition.
The sky had only just brightened when the stadium in the center of C City was already packed. Some were martial arts enthusiasts, while others simply wanted to experience the exhilarating thrill of fists striking flesh.
Others longed for the visual spectacle of blood spraying everywhere. After all... many men, and even women, enjoyed watching bloody fights, like boxing matches.
The Super Fight was held in a massive open-air stadium. However, at the center of the stadium was not a football field or anything of the sort, but an enormous fighting ring.
Spectator stands filled the area surrounding the ring.
"Make way! Brother Biao's here to collect his prize money, so don't block the road."
Wu Biao and Saitama squeezed forward through the crowd. Brother Biao used the most direct method possible on anyone blocking his way—he shoved them aside. Saitama's mouth twitched as he watched. He had thoroughly realized that Wu Biao didn't give a damn about what others thought of him.
Still, living like that really was pretty easy, wasn't it?
Saitama smiled. Wasn't he the same? Perhaps because he had always called himself a hero for fun, he had gradually become someone who did everything on a whim. Many of his emotions had