The tournament had reached this point; it could be said to be nearing its end.
The remaining procedure was simple: all contestants would line up to receive the champion's trophy and prize money.
Bang had already awakened. Wu Biao's surrender had left him furious, to the point that he wanted nothing more than to go up and have a proper fight with that extremely unscrupulous brat—for the sake of his molars, which would never grow back...
But on second thought, that seemed to be exactly what that bastard wanted.
The match had only just ended. If he voluntarily went over there now, that kid would definitely pester him endlessly. Wasn't he occasionally glancing this way even now?
Because Wu Biao and Bang were both exceptionally powerful, there had been almost no evenly matched battles in this tournament. Thus, every contestant was still able to stand as they followed the host's calls onto the arena.
At the same time, a crowd of reporters rushed forward, preparing to interview Wu Biao.
Though he had not fought to his heart's content, Wu Biao let out a chuckle as he looked at the three-million check and pure gold trophy in his hands. He looked as sleazy as sleazy could be.
Fighting to his heart's content was a pursuit; filling his stomach was a necessity.
Having both was best, but if he could only choose one, nothing was more important than filling his belly!
"Hmm, beef is on sale here, cabbage is on sale here... Mmm, the tofu here looks pretty good..."
Below the stands, Saitama held a stack of supermarket sale flyers, his expression practically overflowing with happiness. His wish had come true—he could finally buy everything from every supermarket sale.
"..."
Watching Saitama mutter to himself while clutching the flyers and crying tears