One Punch Man King Engine - Chapter 113
Bang froze. King had seen right through him.
Whoosh!
But Bang had no time to think. King had already grabbed the wooden hammer to knock on his head.
This kid has zero respect for the elderly!
After muttering in his heart, Bang quickly reached out to the safety hat. Memories surged within him, bringing him back to the time when he played games with his disciples. The dojo of that time was alive and bustling with the passion and vitality of youth.
“I hope that the dojo could return to that era within my lifetime.” He smiled slightly—before a wooden hammer slammed into his eyes.
Hey, wait a minute, King, your little wooden hammer hit the wrong place!
Bang!
King’s little wooden hammer smashed Bang’s face, leaving a circular mark appeared on his old and determined face.
“King, can you explain why you knocked on my face?”
“The face is also part of the head, right? We just said that the winner can knock on the head of the loser, but there is no rule about where exactly.”
“…”
What the hell!
Bang’s face lost all expression. Didn’t anyone teach you to respect your elders?
Charanko looked at the mark on his master’s face with his eyes wide open. A game of rock-paper-scissors… could be played like this?
“Alright, this is my fault.” King looked at the red marks on the old face of the martial arts grandmaster and felt a little embarrassed. He said, “Next round, I’ll throw a rock.”
I’m telling you what I’ll use in the next round. Is this good enough?
A rock?
Bang narrowed his eyes. King O King, are you trying to twist my own psychological warfare tactics against me? I bet you won’t actually use rock.
The two of them prepared for the next round.
“Rock-paper-scissors!”
“Rock!”
King kept his words and used rock.
“Scissors!”
Bang unexpectedly used scissors. He was stunned when he saw King’s fist. His scissors were in the V-shape of Victory, but he had actually lost the round!
King, why are you toying with me like this?
Bang!
The wooden hammer slammed firmly at the safety hat.
This old man grabbed the hat too quickly.
King sighed. With his speed, it’s impossible to hit Bang’s head, even if he won every single rock-paper-scissors.
“Rock-paper-scissors!”
Bang!
“Rock-paper-scissors!”
Bang!
…
“Rock-paper-scissors!”
Bang!
After more than twenty rounds, King felt like a general that slaughtered his enemies in his path of conquest. He had not lost a single round, and his victories had blurred into a haze.
Charanko, who acted as the referee, was even more dumbfounded. He watched as King hit the safety hat on Bang’s head again and again with his little wooden hammer; the banging sound echoed crisply.
Sigh, I feel a little dizzy.
Bang watched as he lost again. His head was a little muddled. Although King did not actually hit his head, the sounds of impact constantly shook his ears. After half a day, he could not stand it anymore.
Whoosh!
According to the rules, King quickly grabbed the small wooden hammer and knocked at Bang again without a second thought. Bang, in his daze, did not have time to grab the safety hat when he saw the wooden hammer. He instead retreated backward, and King’s small wooden hammer hit empty air.
“Hey, Silver Fang, are you playing dumb?”
Bang had stood up, his hand folded behind his back. This old man can’t play anymore?
“Ah, I admit defeat.” Bang narrowed his eyes and looked at King. “King, can you read my movement and analyze what I will do?”
It was a rather common technique to predict the opponent’s next attack move through their posture in the martial arts world. But even experienced and knowledgeable martial artists could only have rough images of their opponent’s next move. It was impossible to predict and react to subtle movement as quickly as King did in the rock-paper-scissors game.
In such little time, even if you can analyze the movement, the enemy has already finished the motion before you can react—that is, unless you have immense focus and observation skill, incredible analytical power, and astonishing physique.
But can someone with that much power still be called a human?
Bang’s heart was filled with amazement. He had confirmed once again how terrifying King’s power is.
Ring!
The dojo’s phone interrupted them.
Charanko glanced at the dazed Bang and sighed. He quietly retreated to answer the phone.
“Hello, this is Flowing Water Rock Shattering Fist dojo.”
“What? An A-rank bounty prisoner – Martial Maniac, has recently entered Z City and might be targeting my master? Well… well, I understand. Don’t worry; I will convey your message to my master. Bye.”
Charanko hung up the phone and turned back. He hesitated. “Master, the head of the Martial Arts Association just called to say that an A-rank bounty prisoner – Martial Maniac has entered City Z.”
“Martial Maniac?” The name woke Bang up from his daze. He frowned.
“Who is this Martial Maniac? Was he famous?” King asked curiously.
An A-Rank bounty criminal was about as strong as an A-class Hero. These criminals basically have no morals, allowing them to fight more fiercely than Heroes without regard to the collateral damages.
Charanko introduced, “Martial Maniac was a martial artist who had been obsessed with martial arts since his childhood, and studied under the masters of various martial art schools. His talent was unparalleled, and he mastered the secrets to every martial art that he learned. He was once a rising star in the world of martial arts. All the masters and elders believed that he would become an ultimate master of martial arts.”
But then, in order to learn deeper secrets of martial arts, he began coming to famous grandmasters, begging them to let him observe the core of their martial arts. When rejected, he brutally killed them and robbed their dojo. More than a dozen masters had died in his hands. He was assigned an A-rank bounty because of his strength and brutality.”
“Uh…”
King touched the tip of his nose. There was an insane creature like Martial Maniac in this world!
“In other words, Martial Maniac most likely came to Z-city in order to learn the Flowing Water Rock Shattering Fist from Silver Fang?”
Charanko nodded. “Martial Maniac isn’t the type to wander around aimlessly. He would most likely come for master’s Flowing Water Rock Shattering Fist.”
“Ha…”
Bang let out a sigh of relief and stood up. “Martial arts geniuses with extreme thoughts are the scourge of society. Their destructive powers are comparable to Monsters.” His usually hunched body gradually straightened. “As an S-class Hero and a director of the Martial Arts Association, I have the responsibility to get acquainted with these black sheep in the martial arts world.”
He raised his right hand and clenched his fist. “It doesn’t matter how talented they are. If they had taken the wrong path, I have the responsibility to take away the martial arts that led them astray.”
Charanko looked at Bang’s cold face; his mouth opened slightly. He swallowed his words and let out a sad sigh. Master, will you kill Senior Brother Wolf?
King stared at Bang, who only minutes ago looked like he had almost died from the wooden hammer. This old man could look cool when he’s serious!
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