The Tournament Begins

"Young Master, is that One-Punch Monster Saitama?" Dellinger was the first to ask.

After all, compared to the Seven Warlords of the Sea as they normally knew them—fierce-looking, imposing, and carrying the aura of regional overlords—

Saitama's appearance truly left much to be desired!

Even the Hero Association in the Original Work had only given him the title of Bald Cape.

That alone was enough to show that, when it came to image-building and becoming a hero celebrity, he was still a whole Journey to the West away.

With a gleaming bald head, a banana-peel-like bodysuit, red cape, gloves, and boots—

Who would have believed it without seeing it firsthand?

That he was one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, spoken of in the same breath as an underground king like Doflamingo.

Noticing the change in Doflamingo's expression, Garp paid it no mind. He abruptly turned and followed his gaze.

"Haha, Saitama, I didn't expect you to be slower than us!"

"But it's only been a while. Where did you pick up another little girl? Looks like besides having iron fists like mine, you've got pretty good luck with women too!"

As soon as those words fell, Doflamingo's expression darkened slightly. His gaze passed over Saitama and landed on Rebecca.

"Viola, I never expected that not only would you collude with that guy, but even Rebecca would get involved with him."

"But give up that foolish thought. As long as Garp and Zephyr do not interfere, that guy will find it hard to escape from the palm of my hand."

After leaving those words behind, Doflamingo followed Garp and Zephyr over to Saitama.

Facing this newly appointed fellow Seven Warlord of the Sea with a bounty of only fifty Beli, Doflamingo gave a mocking smile. "Sir Saitama, I never