Marvel, one punch

A bald guy who appeared out of nowhere, wearing a rustic hero uniform, having no money all over his body, and a salty face

Why can a casual shot achieve the power that I have worked so hard for 400 years?

Mrs. Gao's old wrinkled face has been squeezed into a pile, extremely distorted, and she can barely see the disgust towards Saitama from her narrowed eyes.

Over the past 400 years, she has struggled all the way, endured humiliation and heavy burdens, trained hard every day, and never relaxed, so she has the strength she has today.The bald man in front of him always had a calm poker face, as if he didn't care about that kind of power.

Nonsense, no one in the world doesn't like strong power.

You're a filthy perverted monster

The old lady spoke in a low voice. In her opinion, anyone who doesn't respect power can only be considered dirty, and even hell will not accept him after death.

Saitama picked out his ears with his little finger and threw a bunch of earwax away.

Ah, what are you talking about? Monsters don’t count, do we? We do have some weirdos over there, and I’m not a pervert.

Saitama waved his hand, motioning for Luke and others to step back.

Grandma, wait for me. Let me control my strength first. I always feel that people in your world are very weak.

Saitama finished speaking to himself, not caring about Mrs. Gao's response or the strange looks from Luke and the others.

A solid horse step and a punch into the air.

boom

The wind was whipped up, rumbling in the air like thunder.

Ah, this is too strong

Saitama touched his chin as if thinking.

After the roar, the scene suddenly became quiet.

The three Lukes' throats tightened, and they unconsciously stepped back a little further.

He approached Saitama with the mentality of hugging his thigh like a licking dog, but in the end, he cautiously distanced himself from Saitama.

This society is really realistic.

After Saitama punched out, Mrs. Gao was stunned, and her left leg suddenly exerted force. Instead of rolling towards the back, she rushed towards Saitama with a lunge.

While the bald man was thinking stupidly, I killed him directly. He could withstand a blow from my palm from afar, but I still didn’t believe that anyone could get up close and receive a blow from me.

Saitama touched his chin as if hesitating, completely unaware of the old lady approaching from his side.

Luke and the other three didn't remind Saitama this time. They saw that Saitama looked like a bastard on the surface, but he was not stupid and was quite powerful.

He resisted Madam Gao's palm force and did not move at all, not even breaking the hero uniform.

There is also the speed at which Saitama left an afterimage when they first came into contact. You must know that ninjas are most sensitive to aura, and the afterimage left by Saitama was not even noticed by the red ninja.

There is also the hard skin in the hand that cannot be punctured by hooks, and the heavyweight Luke can be knocked away with one punch, etc.

These all reflect that Saitama is a werewolf and is a little more ruthless than Luke, who is a ruthless person.

At this moment the old lady attacks Saitama.

Such an obvious and strong murderous intention was felt by Luke and the three people behind him. It was impossible for Saitama not to notice it.

So in Luke's eyes, Saitama has his own coping strategies.

Maybe a second before Mrs. Gao hits, she will punch back at a speed that the naked eye can't keep up with.

Go to hell, you unearned bald Mrs. Gao was extremely fast, whipping up a gust of wind and already arriving in front of Saitama.

Seeing this, Luke and the three of them curled their lips and smiled. Mrs. Gao would surely suffer a loss and looked forward to the embarrassing scene of the thin old woman being knocked away by a punch in the next second.

next second.

咚

Also, Mrs. Yanchen Gao's attack power is extremely high, and every palm will set off a strong wind.

The smoke dissipated, and the three Lukes opened their mouths the largest ever.

There was no imaginary scene where Mrs. Gao suffered a loss, and there was no quick punch from Saitama.

The old lady just put her palm on her shining bald head and stood there in silence. Then her old face gradually wrinkled into a ball, her expression looking extremely twisted and painful.

Saitama's bald head emitted a burst of white smoke and turned a little red.

His eyes suddenly became sharp, and he slowly punched the old lady with a painful expression.

Since you can't accurately control the force of the strike at the moment, you can simply reduce the attack speed and let the power automatically become weaker.

Mrs. Gao endured the severe pain in her arm from the shock. Years of experience made her immediately raise her right hand and draw a semicircle in the air, forming an invisible wall of air.

In Mrs. Gao's view, Saitama's punch was not fast, but it carried a powerful and raging sense of oppression, which made Mrs. Gao feel that she was being targeted.

Mrs. Gao couldn't dodge this slow punch and could only resist.

Prick

A burst of broken sounds rang in the air in front of Mrs. Gao. The old lady gritted her teeth, and all the energy in her body gathered on her right palm. She waved it again, forming another wall of energy.

stab

Soon, a second cracking sound sounded.

The thin figure flew back like a kite with its string broken.

Saitama withdrew his fist apologetically. After all, the person he hit was a grandma who rented his place during the day.

She said to Mrs. Gao who was lying in the ruins over there: Grandma, your attack is actually quite strong, and you also have that wonderful defense method.

This is the highest praise and the most heart-wrenching evaluation Saitama can give.

Mrs. Gao's body was lying twisted on the wall bricks, in the smoke and dust, but she still couldn't block the punch.

I felt multiple fractures in my body. The body that had existed for 400 years had all its weaknesses exposed at this moment. Fortunately, my fragile body was able to save my life.

Mrs. Gao's strength lies in her physical strength. Although her body usually seems to be fine, this is all an illusion and will be slowly exposed as long as she fights.

That's why Mrs. Gao wants to quickly deal with Saitama. If she continues, it will only be detrimental to herself.

Listening to Saitama's words, he laughed at himself, what on earth is it for in this life that he has worked hard for 400 years and still can't resist the punch of the mysterious bald man?

Bitter mouth: Why are you so strong?

Saitama slowly walked to the old lady, his salty face turned serious for a moment.

Ah, do you want to know the same as them?

After a moment of silence, he knelt down and spoke slowly.

Maybe it was my original interest in becoming a hero. I wanted to become stronger, constantly break through myself, fall down and fail again and again, and persevere again and again.

Ah, I remember one time I had a cavity knocked out. It was very painful, but I still forced myself to stand up and defeated that guy.

Usually he is too lazy to say 20 words in one breath, but now Saitama seems to have opened up a chatterbox and kept talking about his efforts before becoming bald.

Ah, that's probably what happened

Saitama patted the dust on his clothes and stood up.

After Mrs. Gao listened to everything, she realized that in the eyes of those dead fishes, there lived a monster who worked harder than herself.

For more than 400 years, I have been cautious and experienced many hardships. It is due to caution that I have gained the strength I have today.

But the bald man in front of me failed again and again. He never gave up in the face of suffering. He stood up again and again and broke through. He was completely risking his life.

Haha, I was wrong. Mrs. Gao opened her wrinkled and bleeding lips lightly and laughed at herself.

I originally thought that this bald man was the same type of person as other superpowers in this world. They all gained great power through a slight mutation. Power obtained without effort was regarded as filthy scum in the eyes of Mrs. Gao.

Okay, grandma, it's time for me to go. Saitama waved his cloak and turned around to find Luke and the others.

Those people must have dragged Danny to destroy some factory.

Mrs. Gao raised her hand tremblingly, and a hoarse voice came from her throat.

who are you

Ha, call me Saitama

Saitama waved his hand and continued to move forward slowly. The figure gradually faded away, revealing a hero out of interest.

Is that a hero?