"That old man's pretty strong."
Listening to the excited clamor of the audience, Saitama could not help nodding. Frequently dragged into fights by Wu Biao for all sorts of reasons, even someone as clueless about strength as Saitama could tell how formidable Bang was.
This inevitably made Saitama a little worried...
If the three million was gone, Saitama felt he could consider teaming up with Wu Biao to do something like robbing an old man.
Unlike the noisy stands, the arena was extremely silent.
Neither side spoke. They focused completely on every movement of their opponent's body, their own bodies tensed to the limit.
However...
Damn it, is this brat a monster?
Bang glared as he cursed endlessly in his heart. This little bastard apparently had no idea about respecting the elderly at all. He threw such a savage punch without hesitation—could he spare a thought for an eighty-year-old man?
The intense pain and shock radiating from his chest nearly made him pass out on the spot!
If it were not for promoting the dojo, Bang would have either lain on the ground and extorted the kid a little or clutched his chest and cursed while hopping mad. But he could not...
A grandmaster hopping around and cursing after getting beaten by a little brat.
If word got out, he really could not afford that kind of humiliation!
Especially when Wu Biao looked as though nothing had happened, Bang instantly felt a pain in the balls. He had the distinct feeling that he was being bullied, okay?
Other people's dojos had countless disciples bowing in worship with a wave of the hand. Why was it that, in his case, he had to risk his life against a little bastard with absurdly monstrous strength and physique just to promote his dojo?