Forge Your Own Path! / I've Seen This Before

[Ding! Detected that the Demon Level monster Red Demon experienced intense negative emotions before his death. Gained 40,000 Emotion Points!]

A total of 20,000 Demon Power will be obtained, and 50% of Nourishment will be given back to the sword master!

As soon as the system notification sound ended, Asuramaru couldn't help but smile slightly.

I'm not kidding.

In less than two weeks, Sonic had killed no fewer than twenty Demon Level monsters, and countless monsters below Demon Level!

He earned hundreds of thousands just from Emotion Points!

Meanwhile, Sonic's strength also began to increase rapidly, like a rocket. If we were to categorize it, his strength has now reached the Dragon Level.

It's even approaching the level of a dragon.

However, before he could even rejoice for long, Asuramaru discovered something even more exciting: he sensed a strange person approaching.

He immediately reminded her.

Sonic, a monster is approaching from the north!

Hearing Asuramaru's reminder, Sonic couldn't help but smile. "Another monster delivering itself to our doorstep? Saves me the trouble of searching for them one by one!"

Just a moment later.

A humanoid cockroach appeared on the street, looking at the beheaded Red Demon on the ground. Its expression changed slightly, but it still chuckled easily.

"So you're the so-called 'weirdo killer' lately. I didn't expect even the Red Demon to die at your hands? What kind of guy are you? Do you hate cockroaches? And why do you kill weirdos?"

Faced with the incessant noise, Sonic's forehead veins bulged, and he said with murderous intent, "Has no one ever told you that you're noisy? I can't be bothered to talk to you, you don't deserve to listen!"

"Are you angry? Then come at me! Just so you know, I'm pretty strong." The Awakened Cockroach smirked, its face radiating confidence.

Just like the original Sonic.

Faced with this posture, Sonic couldn't help but recall the harm and humiliation Saitama had caused him, and he could be seen tightening his grip on the hilt of his sword.

Sonic's figure vanished from the spot in an instant, his joints turning white.

Silently.

A knife aimed straight at his throat!

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Chapter 175 Forging Your Own Path!

But the next moment...

The Awakened Cockroach, still standing in place, noticed Sonic's disappearance in the next instant. "Damn it, he's even faster than me! I couldn't see him at all!"

But it was too late to run.

Without much thought, almost instinctively, he raised his three pairs of arms to his sides to block the attack.

The moment the blade collides with the fist.

The blade shattered instantly!

Like a mirror shattering into countless fragments!

Seeing the blade shattered under his fist, the Awakened Cockroach couldn't hide the excitement on his face, and even his eyes revealed a hint of mockery.

But it's not stupid. Given its speed disadvantage and uncertainty about its opponent's hidden cards, running away is the best option!

"Although you're fast, you can't kill me with a broken knife..."

But before he could finish speaking...

A pale purple energy emanated from the shattered blades, connecting them in mid-air and sweeping straight past its fist.

He instantly beheaded the monster in front of him.

Sheathing his sword, Sonic looked disdainfully at the dead Awakened Cockroach before him. "How could a mere monster possibly comprehend the power of Asuramaru!"

Even though he sometimes argues with Asuramaru, he will never tolerate anyone insulting or slandering Asuramaru!

Only I can speak of my knife!

Anyone else who says that, dies!

However, feeling his body improve once again, as if breaking through some kind of shackle, Sonic could clearly feel his body evolving!

This is the third time!

In a short period of time, he jumped from the Upper Demon to the level of a dragon!

Having unlocked almost all of his abilities, Sonic couldn't help but ask himself, "Asuramaru, can I defeat Saitama now?"

Sensing his thoughts, Asuramaru bluntly retorted, "You're not qualified to beat that guy right now."

Even faced with this certain answer, Sonic still sneered, "Even if I can't defeat Saitama now, if I want to leave, he can't stop me!"

Even if I can't beat them, I want to see the difference between us!

Having made up his mind, Sonic vanished from his spot in an instant, heading straight for Saitama's home in the Ghost Town of Z City.

At the same time.

The outer area of Z City.

At this moment, Satoru Suzuki was in an empty square, holding a sword in both hands, constantly adjusting his breathing, and swinging the blade in his hands.

Seemingly having grasped the concept, he leaned forward, placed his hand on the blade, and drew his sword in the next instant, shouting, "Thunder Breathing - First Form - Thunderclap and Flash!"

His figure, accompanied by lightning, unleashed this strike in an instant.

"I did it! I finally succeeded with Asuramaru!"

Unable to hide his joy, Satoru Suzuki looked at the blade in his hand and became even more determined to become stronger, as long as he was willing to train.

Even without killing, he can become stronger!

Asuramaru, who witnessed all of this, was not surprised. First of all, Satoru Suzuki had trained in various martial arts, and now he possessed a powerful physique.

These are already far beyond the threshold of practicing Thunder Breathing, which in turn values unwavering determination.

It can be said that Thunder Breathing is a perfect match for Satoru Suzuki!

Combined with the traces of attacks left by Asuramaru when he used his body, and various other factors, Satoru Suzuki was able to master Thunder Breathing so quickly!

But it was at this moment...

Outside the square.

Three uninvited guests appeared.

There stood a tall, elegant woman with short, dark green hair that reached her neck and a cool, aloof expression. She wore a luxurious, form-fitting dress with a flawless mink shawl draped over her shoulders.

The newcomer was none other than the number one B-Class, Hellish Blizzard!

They arrived together behind the Unlicensed Rider.

The two young men in suits beside her, one of whom was thin, stepped forward and called out, "The second-ranked hero of B-Class, Unlicensed Rider."

Our team leader has something to say to you!

His words were full of arrogance, and he didn't take Satoru Suzuki, who was also a hero, seriously at all.

Upon hearing this, Satoru Suzuki sheathed his sword and turned around. When he saw the group of people, he immediately recognized them.

He had probably already guessed why he came here.

But before he could speak...

Fubuki spoke first.

"Unlicensed Rider, you should know that there are many factions within the Hero Association. You probably know why we're here. So, what's your answer?"

Those sharp eyes were full of confidence.

But Satoru Suzuki refused firmly, saying, "Sorry, I refuse!"

Upon hearing Fubuki, Fubuki's pretty face also turned slightly cold.

The two people beside him even seemed ready to fight, but even in the face of this situation, Satoru Suzuki remained calm and composed as he spoke.

"Are you trying to put me down? There's no need. I don't care about hero rankings. I became a hero simply to uphold my own sense of justice."

But Fubuki's expression turned cold, and she directly ordered, "Are you just going to talk big? Eyelashes, Mountain Ape, teach him a lesson!"

The words were finished.

The two people beside him, who had been waiting in ambush, immediately made their move.

Seeing the two figures rushing towards him, a hint of disappointment flashed deep in Satoru Suzuki's eyes. "Did you become heroes just to pursue fame, fortune, and status?"

He wasn't lecturing.

I feel genuinely disappointed; how many others in the Hero Association have fallen into the same trap of status and fame as them?

To even turn against oneself, a fellow human being, simply to suppress oneself—this is the dark side of human nature...

The silence within will eventually be broken!

Since they have fallen into the darkness of fame and fortune, then let the sharp blade in my hand become the dawn that dispels the darkness!

Thoughts are clear and open.

He has also forged his own path!

Satoru Suzuki changed his grip on his sword. Facing the two attackers, he did not draw his sword from its sheath, but instead stepped forward with the sheath still attached.

"Light Breathing - First Form - Rosy Glow!" The scabbard then emitted a blinding golden light, seemingly enveloping everything.

When the light fades.

The two men with Eyelashes were already lying on the ground.

Even Fubuki, who was behind her, had a puzzled look on her pretty face as she lowered her right hand to shield herself from the light.

What exactly happened just now? And what was that blinding light all about...?

In contrast, Satoru Suzuki calmly stated, "They are both fine, and I apologize for not wanting to join you."

Having said that, he turned and left calmly.

As Fubuki stood there watching the two struggling to their feet, she finally lowered her raised hand.

"Forget it, let's go find the next guy. Eyelashes, what's that guy's name?"

Clutching her slightly aching forehead, she stood up, Eyelashes for a moment, and then answered confidently, "It's B-Class hero, ranked 108th, I think his name is Saitama!"

Chapter 176 A Familiar Feeling

"Then let's add him to my Blizzard Group." Fubuki coldly, turning around and leaving with the two of them.

Get in the car.

They headed towards the Ghost Town of Z City.

Meanwhile, Satoru Suzuki stood once again in the deserted square, reflecting on the strike he had just delivered.

This was clearly seen by Asuramaru, who was inside the sword. "Did you create the Light Breathing based on the Thunder Breathing?"

Among all the previous sword masters, Satoru Suzuki seems to be the first, which successfully caught the attention of Asuramaru, who even became somewhat curious about him.

"How far can you go without becoming stronger through killing?"

At the same time.

The Ghost Town of Z City.

In Saitama's house, S-Class Hero Genos, wearing a pink apron, was washing dishes in the kitchen when his expression suddenly changed.

A reaction occurring at high speeds.

This isn't human speed, is it some kind of monster?

Turning his head to look at Saitama, who was still busy playing games inside, he could only turn around, take off his apron, and walk out alone.