The Meaning of Heroes! What the Hell Does Garou Know About Martial Arts?!

Sonic was back.

And he had brought plenty of "friends" with him.

Genos, Bang, Tatsumaki, Fubuki, and Saitama.

Wait!

Saitama?

"Didn’t you go on vacation?"

Chu Yang looked delighted.

"Vacation my ass! You dumped me on some godforsaken island and didn’t even bring me back! I ran across the ocean for an entire day to get back! You bastard!"

Saitama grabbed Chu Yang by the collar, veins bulging across his face as though he were ready to kill someone.

"My mistake, my mistake. But you made it back, didn’t you? Your skin’s all nice and tan now. You look healthy."

Chu Yang smiled and patted Saitama on the shoulder, trying to calm him down.

"Don’t think playing dumb will get you out of this…"

Saitama clenched his teeth and refused to let go.

"There’s a newly built game room upstairs. Want to take a look?"

Chu Yang’s voice was irresistibly tempting, like the whisper of a devil.

"Where?"

Saitama fell for it immediately. He released Chu Yang’s collar and headed out while looking around.

"Ahem. Everyone, welcome to the House of Evolution."

Chu Yang applauded to welcome Bang and the others, then had Dr. Genus pause his work and show everyone around.

They definitely could not be allowed into the laboratories. At most, they could see the Iron Man Legion’s production workshop.

The House of Evolution was still expanding.

Monsters could be seen everywhere. Under Armored Gorilla’s leadership, they had thrown themselves into the endless construction industry.

Their sole purpose was to serve Chu Yang.

Bang and Genos remained fairly calm, but Tatsumaki and Fubuki were somewhat uncomfortable, especially Tatsumaki.

Whenever she saw a monster, her first instinct was to destroy it. Yet now, she could not make a move.

This was Chu Yang’s territory. After suffering a major loss once, she had become especially cautious.

The alien warship seized from Boros was docked in a nearby forest. Its components were being removed one by one, then sent into the factory and turned into sets of Iron Man armor.

By the time Bang and the others arrived, half the warship had already been dismantled.

The warship’s materials were all extremely rare metals, making up for the lack of Vibranium. Together with materials supplied by Dragon-level Threats, the armor’s quality had risen dramatically.

"So it really is here."

Bang looked up at the countless monsters dismantling the warship like locusts "devouring" it. The sight was truly spectacular.

"How did you do it?"

Tatsumaki asked curiously.

As Tatsumaki spoke, everyone turned their eyes toward Chu Yang.

"It seems everyone is curious about Ninjutsu, so I’ll demonstrate it."

As he spoke, Chu Yang walked over to Bang first.

He pressed a hand on Bang’s shoulder, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them arrived amid a field of ruins.

"This is City A?"

Bang looked stunned. He had not felt anything unusual at all; his vision merely blurred, and he was suddenly here.

Besides Flying Thunder God, Chu Yang could also use Apparition. Since he had been to City A before, he had the necessary concept in his mind to imagine it.

However, Flying Thunder God consumed less energy and was safer than Apparition.

Only when teleporting by himself would Chu Yang consider using Apparition.

A moment later, Chu Yang brought Bang back to the House of Evolution.

Bang clicked his tongue in amazement.

His inscrutable expression made everyone else even more curious.

"Where did you just go?"

Tatsumaki asked curiously.

"City A."

Bang answered.

"Impossible!"

Tatsumaki immediately shook her head. There was no way they could have gone to City A and returned so quickly.

"You’ll know if you go there yourself."

Bang winked at her.

"Take me there! Hurry, take me there!"

Tatsumaki stood before Chu Yang and stared at him intently, no longer caring about her previous fear.

Chu Yang’s lips curled upward. He reached out and pressed a hand atop Tatsumaki’s head, as if teasing a child.

Tatsumaki’s expression darkened. Just as she was about to attack, the scenery in her vision abruptly changed.

"It really is City A!"

Looking at City A, where reconstruction was underway everywhere, Tatsumaki’s eyes widened and her heart pounded.

Even using her psychic powers to fly, it would take her a long time to reach another city. Yet Chu Yang only needed the blink of an eye.

"Can I learn that?" A hint of anticipation appeared in Tatsumaki’s eyes.

"You can’t learn it." Chu Yang shook his head.

"Why not? I’m very smart! Just because I lost to you doesn’t mean I’m stupid."

Tatsumaki grew anxious. She had never been questioned in terms of "talent."

"Didn’t Sonic explain it before? This is Ninjutsu. Only ninjas can perform it, and becoming a ninja requires special aptitude."

After saying that, Chu Yang pressed his hand onto Tatsumaki’s head again and brought her back to the House of Evolution.

Tatsumaki walked off to the side, sulking.

"What happened to her?"

Everyone was baffled.

Afterward, Chu Yang let Genos and Fubuki experience the speed of Flying Thunder God as well.

"Your ability is extremely important."

"It can connect cities. If monsters appear, we could gather a large force in a short time and eliminate them!"

Bang said solemnly.

Chu Yang shook his head. "It’s a good idea, but it isn’t realistic. Activating Flying Thunder God requires a special kind of energy, and currently, only Sonic and I possess it."

Bang looked regretful.

Genos asked curiously, "How did you determine that no one else has this power?"

Chu Yang merely smiled without answering.

Sonic shot Genos a glare. "Do you think just anyone can become a ninja?"

Genos frowned. He sensed that Chu Yang had not revealed the whole truth.

Seeing the atmosphere grow tense, Fubuki changed the subject. "Genos, we’re guests here. Asking too many questions is a little rude."

Genos nodded. "Sorry."

Unexpectedly, Chu Yang changed the subject. "Genos, if you can let me meet Dr. Kuseno, I can tell you the key to becoming a ninja."

The others were startled.

Chu Yang was very interested in Dr. Kuseno, who had helped modify Genos’s body. The man’s research into mechanical lifeforms ran deep.

If he could cooperate with Dr. Kuseno, it would be a good thing for the House of Evolution.

After a brief hesitation, Genos shook his head and refused Chu Yang’s offer.

He did not want to drag Dr. Kuseno into danger.

To him, Chu Yang was more an unknown than anything else, and the unknown carried risks.

"It’s fine. There’ll be another chance in the future."

Chu Yang invited everyone inside and showed them around other areas.

As evening drew near, everyone left after dinner.

Saitama emerged from the game room still wanting more, saying that he would come play with Chu Yang again next time.

Chu Yang smiled and nodded in agreement, though he had already prepared a syringe in secret.

This game room had been built for Saitama from the very beginning…

"Jarvis."

"Yes, Boss."

Chu Yang called out to a computer in the laboratory, and it swiftly responded.

"To think an artificial intelligence system could be perfected to such an extent. Sir, you truly are a genius!"

Genus adjusted his glasses beside him, his face full of delight.

"It still needs time to grow. In the future, it can control the Legion, and the House of Evolution’s defensive work can be handed entirely to Jarvis."

Having worked as Tony’s assistant for so long, Chu Yang had long since learned Jarvis’s entire code architecture. Replicating it only took some time.

With Jarvis, the Iron Man Legion was finally truly complete. Whether heading out to fight or carrying out defensive duties, everything could proceed in perfect order.

It could even be said that compared to creating armor, artificial intelligence was humanity’s greatest technological achievement.

"Sir, there have been more and more outsiders in the base lately. Is that really all right?"

Genus was somewhat worried. Nearly everyone coming and going from the House of Evolution was an S-Class Hero. If they caused destruction from within, the losses would be immense.

Especially that bald man!

"You don’t need to worry about that. I know what I’m doing."

Chu Yang waved a hand, signaling Genus to relax. He knew the visitors’ personalities very well. No one would play such petty tricks.

Even if such a possibility existed, the House of Evolution would remain secure under Jarvis’s comprehensive surveillance.

"Is Saitama still in the game room?"

"He is, and there’s another person with him now."

"Who?"

"King, the seventh-ranked S-Class Hero, known as the strongest man on Earth. He has recently been coming with Saitama."

Chu Yang understood at once. No wonder Genus had become so sensitive.

There was even less reason to worry about King. His overall combat ability was worse than Genus’s. He had only become an S-Class Hero by picking up the leftovers. Every time he encountered a monster, Saitama would appear, and after the battle ended, the credit would somehow become his.

Calling him a humanoid "Saitama Summoner" would not be inaccurate.

From that perspective, calling him the strongest man on Earth actually seemed rather fitting.

"Don’t bother with him. Don’t collect his Lineage Factor either. It would be a waste of resources and time."

Chu Yang gave the instruction specifically.

A waste of time and resources?

Genus was stunned. He had actually been making preparations already, but since Chu Yang had said so, he could only abandon the idea.

"How is Melzargard?"

"He didn’t make it."

"Following your instructions, I didn’t inject multiple Lineage Factors at once this time. I only injected one, but his body collapsed immediately."

"What about the experimental data?"

"His cells expanded rapidly in an instant, then deteriorated until the organism collapsed. The entire process happened too quickly, leaving no more detailed data behind."

Genus said with a guilty expression, "Sir, please punish me. A test subject that should have allowed multiple experiments was destroyed by me in a single experiment."

Chu Yang sighed. "I was the one who told you to switch Lineage Factors. What responsibility are you taking?"

In truth, Chu Yang had expected this result long ago.

He had transplanted Saitama’s Lineage Factor into Melzargard. He had not expected that even a Dragon-level Threat with such powerful regeneration would be unable to withstand it, its body directly falling apart.

"If it had been Mumen Rider, the outcome would probably have been even worse."

"What exactly are the prerequisites for breaking the limiter?"

"Could it really be based purely on willpower?"

"If that’s the case, Mumen Rider’s will is quite firm too, and he’s faced plenty of life-and-death crises. Why is he still an ordinary person even now?"

"It’s more likely that two conditions are needed: strong willpower and some kind of physical stimulus…"

"Forget it. Let’s keep observing. First, I’ll go get some blood from Saitama."

Chu Yang left the laboratory and headed for the living area upstairs.

Saitama was still playing games with King. The former was playing himself into a furious rage, while the latter remained calm and composed, displaying the demeanor of a true master.

King’s character had only a sliver of health left, while Saitama’s full-health character had been comboed to death.

Honestly, if it were Chu Yang, he would have had a brain hemorrhage too.

A pile of broken controllers lay beside Saitama, clearly showing his current mood.

During a brief break, Chu Yang casually walked in and used Genjutsu to control both of them simultaneously.

Within the Genjutsu space, the two continued playing games.

Chu Yang began drawing Saitama’s blood.

Saitama’s skin had extremely high defensive power, and normal methods could not even draw blood from him. But Chu Yang possessed Ninjutsu, magic, Kido, cursed techniques, and other abilities, so getting some blood from him was far too easy.

After the Genjutsu was lifted, Saitama felt no discomfort at all. Still, when he looked at Chu Yang’s smiling face, he inexplicably found it somewhat unsettling.

Having drawn a large tube of blood, Chu Yang prepared to leave when Genos walked in from the opposite direction.

He first greeted Chu Yang, then turned to Saitama. "Sensei, Mumen Rider was injured by someone last night and is in the hospital now. Would you like to visit him?"

Saitama scratched his head. "Why does he get hurt every single day?"

Genos explained, "A Hero Hunter has become quite notorious lately. Mumen Rider was injured by him. Not long ago, he caused a huge disturbance at headquarters and crippled several A-Class Heroes."

A Hero Hunter?

Hearing that familiar plot point, Chu Yang’s first thought was that Garou had appeared?

Chu Yang was a little curious. He had been busy with experiments lately and hadn’t paid attention to news from the outside world.

The only person in the House of Evolution who kept in touch with the outside world was Sonic, but all he cared about was helping his master capture monsters. He had no interest in anything else.

"I’ve heard of the Hero Hunter too. I heard he isn’t a monster, but a human…"

King’s deep voice suddenly rang out.

"Why would a human attack heroes?"

Saitama couldn’t understand Garou’s way of thinking.

"People are used to distinguishing justice from evil through heroes and monsters. Almost everyone believes heroes must be righteous and monsters must be evil."

"Sometimes, the situation might be exactly the opposite."

Chu Yang smiled.

Saitama and the others looked at him in surprise.

"Are there any monsters in this world who live quietly and peacefully?"

"If one exists and is eliminated by a hero, is the hero’s action justice or evil?"

"The purpose of heroes is to protect the weak. If a monster becomes the weak one, should heroes protect that monster?"

"If they shouldn’t, then who exactly do heroes protect? The weak, or humanity’s interests?"

Chu Yang’s string of questions left the three people present somewhat bewildered.

Saitama had never considered such soul-searching questions.

But deep down, he agreed more with the idea that heroes existed to protect the weak.

Up to now, every monster Saitama had killed had posed a threat to human lives.

He had never gone around killing indiscriminately.

"Do you believe Garou sees monsters as the weak, and that he attacks heroes to protect them?" Genos asked in return.

Chu Yang smiled. "No. Garou sees himself as one of the weak. He is taking revenge against this unfairness toward the weak."

"He is very angry."

Garou’s longing for monsters was, at its core, empathy for the plight of the weak.

Because of his childhood experiences, he divided the camps of the entire world into two groups: "the majority" and "the minority."

The majority equaled the strong, while the minority equaled the weak.

Monsters undoubtedly belonged to the minority.

He placed heroes and the humans protected by heroes in the position of the strong.

He believed that "a script where monsters won had never existed from the start."

In his eyes, monsters became those oppressed by the strong, and since he himself was also one of the "weak," he became part of the monsters.

That was how his twisted values were born.

But in the end, what Garou wanted to achieve was "fairness" and "justice." Fundamentally, it had nothing to do with evil.

"Hearing you put it that way, I’m suddenly interested in that Hero Hunter."

Saitama suddenly put down his controller and planned to visit Mumen Rider at the hospital with Genos.

They often ran into each other during low-level missions, and their relationship was fairly good.

"I’ll go with you."

Chu Yang could use this opportunity to talk with Mumen Rider and see whether he had changed his mind.

King had no intention of leaving. His eyes remained fixed on the other games, looking as though he planned to wait until Saitama left and play by himself.

If he stayed here, Saitama would come by often too. That was not a bad thing.

Chu Yang placed both hands on Saitama and Genos’s shoulders. With a thought, the three of them teleported into the city.

Having experienced the convenience of Flying Thunder God several times, Saitama’s face was full of envy. "That’s really nice. I want an ability that convenient too."

"You always have these strange abilities."

Chu Yang lifted a leg and headed toward the hospital, saying helplessly, "Couldn’t you use a better adjective?"

"They’re all about the same." Saitama paused, turned toward the supermarket beside them, and muttered, "You can’t visit a patient empty-handed."

Then, he bought a bunch of bananas and walked out of the supermarket, eating as he went.

"Aren’t those for the patient?"

"Yeah. I’ll eat them in front of him."

The three entered the hospital, asked a nurse for the room number, and successfully found Mumen Rider.

His injuries were mainly on his face. The injuries elsewhere were not too serious.

Perhaps because Chu Yang had given him life force before, Mumen Rider was recovering fairly well. At the very least, he looked quite energetic.

"Thank you all for coming to visit me."

Mumen Rider sat up halfway and said politely, "I’m already very happy that you came. You didn’t need to bring gifts…"

Before he could finish, Saitama started eating bananas on his own again.

Mumen Rider: "…"

Chu Yang smiled. "You’ve got a tough life. Every time something like this happens, you don’t die."

Mumen Rider gave a bitter smile. "I suppose that’s one of my few talents."

Chu Yang said, "That’s an impressive talent. You should cherish it."

Saitama, who was devouring bananas, suddenly asked, "What kind of person is that Garou? Is he stronger than Deep Sea King? Looking at your injuries, they don’t seem as serious as last time."

Mumen Rider thought back for a moment and shook his head. "They’re quite different. Deep Sea King’s strength lies in how his power, speed, and constitution completely overwhelm humans. When he enters a berserk state, he becomes even stronger. It’s incredibly suffocating."

"But Garou…"

Another voice suddenly interrupted Mumen Rider.

"His strength lies in martial arts."

The curtains were pulled open, revealing Tanktop Master lying in a hospital bed as well, after having also been brutally beaten by Garou.

Saitama tilted his head and quietly asked Mumen Rider, "Who’s this guy? Why did he suddenly interrupt?"

Genos quietly reminded him, "He is Tanktop Master, ranked fourteenth among S-Class Heroes."

Saitama scratched his head. "Never heard of him…"

Chu Yang smiled. "The one Garou beat up the worst last night!"

Tanktop Master flew into a rage. "Could you say I was the one who lasted the longest instead?!"

Saitama patted his shoulder. "Sure, sure. You worked hard."

Tanktop Master’s face turned livid.

"Garou’s speed and strength actually aren’t greater than mine, but he could always deflect my attacks, predict my attack routes, and counterattack. He used the least amount of force to deliver the most devastating counters."

"His martial arts target the enemy’s joints and vital points. Once struck, most of the body’s functions are impaired. He hit too many of my joints. By the end, my body couldn’t keep up with the speed of his punches."

"Compared with monsters, fighting Garou feels more like… a slow death."

Tanktop Master recounted his experience in detail, his voice trembling slightly. "Martial arts are techniques designed specifically to destroy the human body. They counter all heroes."

Saitama looked extremely interested and was about to ask more questions when he heard Chu Yang’s disdainful voice.

"Garou is just a guy who throws punches. What the hell does he know about martial arts?"

Chu Yang sneered.

Talking about martial arts in front of him?

He had been a great demon who made people tremble at the mention of his name in the martial arts world, and he had even discussed swordsmanship with Nameless, the Sword Saint of the Wind and Cloud world.

Bang and Garou’s kind could not even comprehend Chu Yang’s martial arts.

Just because he knew how to throw a few punches, he dared claim he understood martial arts?

"When you meet him, you’ll know I wasn’t exaggerating."

Tanktop Master looked displeased. If Garou’s level didn’t count as understanding martial arts, then what did that make him for losing to Garou?

"You know martial arts too? Aren’t you a ninja?"

Saitama was rather surprised.

"There are plenty of things I know. I can use magic too. Want to see?"

Chu Yang cast Levitation Spell. The bananas Saitama had bought slowly rose into the air, leaving everyone in the hospital room dumbfounded.

"You really can do it!"

Saitama rubbed his eyes as he spoke in shock.

Genos detected an unusual energy reaction, but his database contained no similar data. He immediately believed that Chu Yang was telling the truth.

Mumen Rider swallowed, finding Chu Yang even more unfathomable.

"Can you teach me that?"

Saitama looked at Chu Yang like a curious child.

"No. Like Ninjutsu, it requires aptitude."

Chu Yang shook his head.

"Why not again? None of the things you know can be taught to other people?"

Saitama was greatly disappointed.

Chu Yang thought for a moment before saying, "Martial arts can be taught."

As long as it did not involve internal cultivation or inner strength, some external martial arts were equally suitable for this world. With Saitama’s monstrous physique supporting them, they could unleash terrifying power.

Saitama rubbed his chin and asked, "Are your martial arts stronger than Bang’s? If they’re about the same, forget it…"

Chu Yang rolled his eyes. "Who are you looking down on? He can’t even see my taillights."

"Shut up! You are not allowed to insult Master Bang!"

The door to the hospital room was violently pulled open. A young man in a hospital gown entered on crutches, covered in plaster casts, glaring furiously at Chu Yang.

"Who’s this now?"

"There sure were a lot of people beaten up last night…"

Saitama muttered quietly.

The young man’s face turned red with anger as he shouted, "My name is Charanko! I am Master Bang’s foremost disciple!"

"Oh~~~"

Saitama finally understood.

"Master Bang is the greatest martial artist in the entire world! I won’t allow you to insult him!"

Charanko said indignantly.

Chu Yang clicked his tongue.

"To be blunt, every martial artist in this world is trash in my eyes!"

Holy shit!

Brutal!

Tanktop Master and Mumen Rider, who were watching from the side, both felt Chu Yang had gone too far. How was that any different from shitting on someone’s head?

Charanko was so furious that his eyes nearly spewed fire. He raised his crutch, ready to fight Chu Yang to the death.

His broken foot, wrapped in plaster, seemed to have miraculously recovered at that moment.

Chu Yang flicked aside the crutch with his left hand, then lightly rammed Charanko with his shoulder. The entire motion flowed like water.

Before Charanko could react, he flew onto a nearby hospital bed and lay there peacefully, as though he were about to die the next second.

Everyone was stunned.

What had just happened?

How had he ended up lying on the bed in the blink of an eye?

Charanko was equally bewildered.

Only Saitama had clearly seen Chu Yang’s movements. Excitedly, he said, "Your martial arts are really interesting. Bang couldn’t perform moves like that either."

Only then did Charanko realize that the other party truly was a martial arts master. His face and neck immediately turned red.

"So what if you know martial arts?"

"Does knowing martial arts mean you can belittle Master Bang?"

Charanko said indignantly.

Chu Yang found it strange. "How do you know I wasn’t stating facts? Are you familiar with me?"

Charanko choked, unable to say a word.

"Enough, Senior Yang. This is a hospital. It wouldn’t be good to argue with patients…"

Genos stood between them, preventing them from continuing their argument.

If he weren’t a patient, I’d have beaten the shit out of him already!

Chu Yang’s expression turned cold. He ignored Charanko and walked out of the hospital room.

Saitama was about to follow him when Charanko stopped him. He said solemnly, "If you want to learn martial arts, you must find Master Bang. He thinks highly of you and will teach you everything he has."

"Got it." Saitama answered absentmindedly.

Charanko pulled out a ticket from his clothes and forcibly stuffed it into Saitama’s pocket. "If it comes down to it, go check this place out. Don’t believe that fraud!"

Saitama ignored him and left directly.

Tanktop Master picked up a specially made communicator and informed headquarters of what had happened in the hospital room. He was also somewhat angry about Chu Yang’s attitude.

Meanwhile, the Hero Association, which had been planning to cause some trouble for Chu Yang, did not hesitate to inform Bang of the matter.

They believed that while Chu Yang could restrain Tatsumaki, he might not necessarily be able to deal with Bang. On the contrary, Bang’s martial arts countered all humanoid creatures.

Bang, who was searching for Garou and planning to clean house, stopped in his tracks the instant he received the news.

"What is it?"

Bang’s older brother Bomb, also a martial arts master, noticed something unusual about his younger brother.

"Something interesting happened."

After reading the message, a smile appeared on Bang’s aged face, furrowed with deep wrinkles.

Rather than feeling angry over Chu Yang’s words, he was suddenly filled with fighting spirit.

Someone capable of training a disciple like Sonic could hardly be all talk. Bang was more willing to believe that the other man truly was a martial arts master.

"Getting old makes you worry about how much longer you have left to live. This time, I’m looking for Garou because I’m afraid I don’t have long left, and I can’t leave him free to plague the world."

"But before that, I want to satisfy a selfish desire of mine. Otherwise, I might die with regrets."

Bang let out a long breath, his gaze somewhat wistful.

"At your age, stop saying so many unlucky things. It’s annoying. If you want to do something, then do it. We don’t have any news of that brat Garou anyway."

Bomb could not stand his younger brother’s indecisive nature. If Bang had not been like this, Garou would never have had the chance to grow to his current level.

If it had been Bomb, he would have strangled that brat in the cradle long ago.

"You’re right. Then let’s go. I’ll take you somewhere fun."

Bang chuckled, and the gloom in his eyes vanished.

The next day.

Saitama showed up at the House of Evolution early in the morning, with Genos accompanying him.

The two learned from Genus that Chu Yang was busy, so they went to the game room upstairs to play games with King.

"Are you planning to live here or something?"

Saitama’s face remained expressionless, but he felt somewhat envious of King.

"I never had that idea. I’ve just ended up staying here for a long time without realizing it. Mr. Yang is a pretty nice guy and hasn’t kicked me out."

King smiled awkwardly. He actually did want to live here. There were more games than he could ever finish playing, and more importantly, it gave him a tremendous sense of security. He would not have to worry about monster attacks at all.

Although there were plenty of monsters here, they all acted harmlessly.

"How’s the food?"

"Pretty good."

"Do you need to do chores?"

"No, there are monsters specifically in charge of cleaning."

"Do the water or power ever go out?"

"Never happened to me."

Saitama asked a whole bunch of trivial questions about daily life, then turned to Genos. "Genos, I want to move here."

Genos asked in surprise, "Master, you’re giving up your home too?"

Saitama waved a hand. "I only moved into that place because nobody was living there anyway. It’s fine."

Genos fell silent for a moment, then reminded him, "Shouldn’t you ask Senior Yang what he thinks? This isn’t an unoccupied place…"

Saitama’s old face reddened, and he felt a little embarrassed. He had lived in the abandoned district for too long, and as his emotions had gradually faded, he subconsciously overlooked even basic social etiquette.

"Now that you mention it, that does seem a little inappropriate. Forget it, then."

Saitama gave up on the idea.

"It’s fine. You can come live here anytime. You’re both welcome."

Chu Yang suddenly appeared at the entrance to the game room.

"Really?"

Saitama’s face lit up with surprise.

Nonsense!

Of course it was great!

I can draw your blood and give you checkups every day!

Chu Yang grinned.

Seeing Chu Yang’s friendly smile, Genos suddenly shuddered. He wanted to urge Master Saitama to think this through carefully.

"I’ll pack my things tonight when I get back."

Thinking of how he would be able to mooch meals every day and would no longer have to fight over discounted supermarket goods, Saitama’s face blossomed with a blissful smile.

"Oh, right! There’s something even more important! You promised to teach me martial arts!"

Saitama suddenly remembered why he had come to the House of Evolution.

"Let’s go. But there are other guests besides you today, so you might have to wait before learning martial arts."

Saitama followed Chu Yang outside curiously, only to find an old acquaintance, Bang. Beside him stood an even older man.

"They aren’t here to fight you, are they?"

Saitama asked softly beside Chu Yang’s ear.

The scene of Charanko roaring in the hospital room yesterday was still vivid in his mind.

"Bingo! You got it right!"

"I’ll reward you with a martial arts technique later."

Chu Yang smiled and walked toward Bang.

Bomb examined Chu Yang with a cold expression. It was only after arriving here that he learned what had happened yesterday.

As a result, the way he looked at Chu Yang was filled with hostility.

Bang chuckled. "I only just learned that you know martial arts, so I wanted to spar with you. Don’t overthink it. It’s only a spar."

Chu Yang nodded without saying much, directly taking a fighting stance before the two men.

Bang and Bomb’s expressions changed.

As the saying went, amateurs watched the excitement, while experts watched the technique.

The moment Chu Yang assumed his stance, the natural aura around him stunned them.

The two brothers exchanged a glance.

Their hearts tightened.

Their opponent intended to take on both of them alone!

"Bang, this trip really wasn’t a waste."

"He’s an expert."

Bomb spoke first, rolling his shoulders to make it clear that he intended to fight.

"Then let big brother go first."

Bang still could not bring himself to attack together with Bomb.

Bomb glanced at him and secretly shook his head. If they did not attack together now, their opponent would naturally force them to join hands later.

But he knew Bang’s temperament. Aside from being indecisive, he was also extremely stubborn.

"Kid, if you won’t make a move, are you expecting me to make the first move? Aren’t you looking down on me too much?"

Bomb stepped forward. When Chu Yang still did not attack, his expression darkened.

"Then please be careful, old man."

Chu Yang was helpless. He was afraid that if he attacked too fiercely, the old man would not even get a chance to make a move.

Since the other man had asked for it, Chu Yang would grant his wish!

Chu Yang shook one arm, and endless dragon roars filled the air. The first move he unleashed was the most classic stance of the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms!

Kanglong Youhui!

Kanglong Youhui was powerful because its lingering force was unending.

Powerful palm force transformed into a golden dragon and charged toward Bomb with terrifying might. The dragon roars continuously exploding in Bomb’s ears nearly made him lose his focus.

"Whirlwind Slash Iron Fist!"

Bomb shouted to bolster his momentum. His fist wind stirred up a storm, turning into blades of wind capable of cutting steel as they swept toward the golden dragon.

Under normal circumstances, this move would slice its target into pieces. Bomb had used it successfully time and time again and had great confidence in it.

But the instant the golden dragon collided with the steel-cutting storm, the first thing to vanish was Bomb’s proud ultimate technique, the Whirlwind Slash Iron Fist.

Kanglong Youhui’s lingering force was unending!

Bomb threw himself into a punch, yet was still blasted away by the overwhelming force, unable to stop himself from crying out in pain.

One move!

Bomb was defeated!

Chu Yang turned to Bang. "Are you sure you won’t make a move?"

Bang had only just recovered from his shock. The martial art Chu Yang had displayed was something he had never seen before.

"Hahaha."

Bang laughed, his expression becoming increasingly excited. What could be more thrilling than fighting a martial arts master?

Bang let out a fierce roar, and muscles bulged all over his body.

The clothes on his upper body burst apart, revealing a sturdy physique that did not resemble that of an eighty-year-old man.

At that moment, Bomb, who had been knocked down by Chu Yang’s palm strike, flipped back onto his feet. He brushed the dust from himself and shook his head. "I really am getting old. I couldn’t even take a punch from a young man. But…"

"If you think that’s enough to knock me down, then you’re really underestimating me!"

The two brothers stood back-to-back, their auras merging. A moment later, they became terrifyingly powerful.

The next second.

The two turned into black shadows and charged Chu Yang at the same time. Their punches came in an orderly sequence, their coordination flawless, giving Chu Yang no time to react.

Bomb’s fist technique was rigid and fierce, packed with destructive power, while Bang’s Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist excelled at overcoming strength with softness.

Their combined attack was seamless.

If Chu Yang used Flash Step or the Body Flicker Technique to evade, the two would not even be able to touch the corner of his clothes.

Chu Yang did not move, instead using Lord Godless’s Indestructible Golden Body.

The storm-like barrage of attacks rained down on him, yet he remained completely unharmed.

Basic attacks can’t break through the defense. At the very least, they’ll need to use skills!

Bang seemed to realize this as well. He concentrated all his power into his fingers, preparing to shatter Chu Yang’s defense with a full-force strike.

Rather than a fist technique, his Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist was mostly a finger technique. Its strongest killing move also attacked with two fingers.

The two fingers, focusing their attack on a single point, actually pierced through the Indestructible Golden Body’s defense and struck toward Chu Yang’s chest.

Chu Yang stood as steady as a mountain. He pressed down on Bang’s two fingers with one hand, then pulled them behind him, and a strange pulling force caused Bang’s entire body to lose balance.

This gentle force felt familiar to Bang. It was somewhat similar to his Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist.

Chu Yang had only learned the Indestructible Golden Body recently, so having it broken through so easily was within expectations. He was not disappointed and instead switched to Tai Chi Fist.

Tai Chi Fist was Chu Yang’s proudest martial art. The instant its fist intent unfolded, Bang and Bomb’s movements immediately slowed, as though they had sunk into a swamp.

All of their sharp attacks ultimately dissolved into nothingness.

Bang’s face was filled with shock. This had already overturned everything he knew about martial arts.

Bomb wore the same expression.

The two desperately tried to break free, but could only sink deeper and deeper. The intent of the Tai Chi Fist pressed them slower and slower, as though they carried a thousand-pound burden on their backs.

Chu Yang shook both arms, and the two men were immediately sent flying backward.

Bang struggled to get to his feet, gasping heavily. Exhaustion covered his entire body, and he felt as though he had aged another dozen years.

Bomb looked a little better. He let out a long sigh. "We lost…"

Bang nodded. They still had a stronger combined killing move, but Chu Yang had not used his full strength either and had been far more relaxed than them. By that measure, the gap between them was enormous.

The two gave up on continuing the spar with Chu Yang.

Chu Yang withdrew his fists, and his aura returned to normal. He still had many techniques he had not used.

Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, Invincible in All Directions, Sword Twenty-Three.

If the two old men still refused to give up, he would open their eyes.

"You were right about one thing. Other than you, every other martial artist in the world is garbage!"

Bomb kept a straight face as he struggled to say those words. The thing he had always been proudest of had been utterly shattered as well.

"When it comes to martial arts, you only need to be stronger than your past self. You don’t need to be stronger than others," Chu Yang replied.

Bomb froze after hearing that, then repeatedly pondered those words.

Bang did not feel as miserable as Bomb. Instead, he was rather gratified. Chuckling, he said, "You’re so young, yet you can still reach even greater heights in the future. Just thinking about it makes this old man’s blood boil."

Chu Yang smiled as well. "I’ll take that as a good omen."

All in all, it had begun with a hint of coming to provoke him, but ultimately turned into martial artists making friends through combat.

The atmosphere became warm and harmonious.

Genos and Saitama, who had been watching from the side, had long since been dumbfounded. Bang and Bomb’s martial arts were indeed formidable, but Chu Yang was clearly stronger.

And… cooler!

"Hey, hey, that golden… monster, how did you make it?"

"That’s a dragon! Watch how you talk!"

"Oh… a dragon… Sigh, that isn’t important! How did you make it?"

"The specific reason is complicated. You need to learn it first."

"If I learn it, can I definitely make one?"

"That depends on your physique!"

Saitama was about to go crazy. Why did it depend on physique again?!

As Bang looked at Chu Yang, a thought suddenly arose in his mind, startling him.

But if he did not say it, he might regret it even more.

Just as Bang was about to speak, he saw his older brother Bomb stride toward Chu Yang.

"Hey, kid, if you’re going to teach him, can you teach me too?"

Bomb still wore a straight face, not looking like he was asking someone for a favor at all.

Bang stepped forward and coughed. "If everyone is learning, then I’ll learn too. You can charge tuition."

Chu Yang revealed a teasing smile.

"Call me Master first, and let me hear it!"