Dressed as King? Facing vaccine addicts right from the start!

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Saitama, who was sitting in front of the TV, scooping pudding with a small spoon while watching the news, suddenly had veins popping out on his forehead.

"So what if he's bald! Does being bald mean he deserves to be misunderstood?! This bunch of scum are smearing all bald people!"

Perhaps it's because he's been bald for so long, but Saitama has developed a strange sense of protectiveness towards his "bald" identity.

In his view, the actions of this group were more despicable than those of any eccentric, because they were ruining the bald man's reputation.

"I go out for a while."

Before he could finish speaking, Saitama had already changed into his signature yellow combat suit, and in a blur, he rushed out of the house, leaving behind only the words, "We can't let them ruin the bald guy's image anymore!" echoing in the air.

Lin Mo had just bought a bento box from the convenience store and was about to go home when he saw this news and Saitama's swift departure.

He shook his head helplessly, already used to Saitama's thought process.

"Never mind, let's go take a look."

Lin Mo thought to himself. Moreover, he was also very eager to see the speed-type ninja from the original work—Sonic the Hedgehog.

When Sonic first appeared, his strength level was probably still at the "Demon" level. After training, he should have reached the "Dragon" level.

After much thought, he concluded that Sonic was the perfect test subject for the [Skill Copy Card (Demon Level)].

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Meanwhile, in F City, on the top floor of the tallest skyscraper owned by Zenier, the city's richest man.

Inside the luxurious office, a handsome man with long black hair, dressed in a black bodysuit and wearing a flowing purple scarf, stood quietly in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the chaos on the street below.

He is Sonic the Hedgehog, the bodyguard hired by Zenil for a hefty sum.

"A motley crew that only knows how to rely on external things and brute force."

Sonic looked down at the members of the Peach Blossom Gang dressed in bulky power armor, a sneer of undisguised disdain playing on his lips.

"It's a disgrace to the word 'battle'."

As a ninja who had honed his physical speed to the extreme, he had the utmost contempt for those who relied on equipment.

In his view, getting rid of this "garbage" is just a matter of a snap of the fingers.

Just as he was about to set off to clean up these troubles for his employer, his pupils contracted slightly.

A yellow figure flashed past between the buildings in the distance at a speed that startled even him.

Finally, with a loud "boom," it landed heavily in the very center of the commotion in the Peach Blossom Village, stirring up a visible cloud of dust.

"Hmm?" Sonic's expression turned serious; clearly, that speed had piqued his interest.

He gave an "innocent" smile and decided to wait and see.

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The smoke and dust slowly dissipated on the streets.

Saitama's sudden arrival caught the members of the "Peach Blossom Squad" off guard.

They stopped their rampage, and dozens of eyes turned to focus on the man in the ridiculous bodysuit.

"This guy... is bald too," one member muttered quietly.

"Looks like you came all this way just to join us?" another member said, rubbing his bald head with some embarrassment.

"But we don't have any extra combat suits left..."

"Hey, you guys." Saitama pointed a finger at them, stopping their discussion, and said in a stern tone, as if giving a reprimand:

"If you have the same hairstyle as me, stop doing these embarrassing things! Go home!"

After a brief silence, everyone burst into laughter.

"Huh? What nonsense is this guy spouting?" The leader, Hammerhead, seemed to have heard the funniest joke of the century. He pointed at Saitama and sneered.

"I thought a companion had arrived, but it turns out to be just an idiot who came to get in the way?"

His smile instantly turned ferocious. He waved his hand impatiently and gave the order: "Stop wasting time talking to him, kill him!"

"Yes, sir!"

At his command, dozens of bald, burly men grinned and activated the power armor's boost mode, swarming forward.

In their eyes, this skinny, bald man in the ridiculous bodysuit would be knocked unconscious with a single blow, just like the guy who had previously called himself a hero.

However, reality soon gave them a resounding slap in the face.

They didn't even see how Saitama moved.

A series of sounds, as dense as popping beans and as piercing as a metal symphony, suddenly rang out in the center of the battlefield!

"Clang! Clang!" "Crackling!" "Bang!"

Those so-called indestructible power armors made of military-grade alloys were as fragile as paper under Saitama's seemingly ordinary, even casual, elbow strikes.

Less than ten seconds.

When Saitama's figure stopped again, the battlefield had returned to an eerie silence.

Apart from the nail-headed hammer, all the members of the "Peach Blossom Spring Gang" had fallen to the ground, groaning in pain.

Without exception, their power armor had all turned into piles of black smoke and scrap metal.

"Wha...what!?"

The machinator's grin froze on his face, and then a wave of fear shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He racked his brains but still couldn't understand how the human body could possess such terrifying power!

Without the slightest hesitation, he turned and ran.

However, he had only taken one step.

Saitama simply took a step forward, and his figure appeared silently behind him as if by teleportation.

A perfectly precise chop landed lightly on the back of his neck.

The hammer-wielder didn't even feel pain; all he felt was a sudden darkness before his eyes, and his consciousness sank into the darkness.

His massive body crashed to the ground.

"Phew, that's good enough." Saitama clapped his hands, revealing a relaxed and satisfied smile.

He looked up at the azure sky and his mood brightened.

"Now no one will mistake me for a terrorist just because those guys are bald."

He was genuinely pleased that he had successfully defended the bald man's reputation.

Chapter 25 The Ninja with One Testicle

Saitama yawned, rubbed his eyes, and wondered if he could still buy the discounted cabbages at the supermarket tonight.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, a sharp whooshing sound suddenly rang out.

"call out--!"

A kunai, gleaming with a cold light, tore through the air like a black lightning bolt, heading straight for the back of his head.

However, for Saitama, speed is still far from enough.

He didn't even turn around, but casually stretched out his right hand, which was wearing a red glove, and gently pinched it between his index and middle fingers.

The unstoppable dart landed lightly between his fingers, less than a centimeter from his skin.

"Hey, hey," Saitama said with a hint of helplessness, shaking the kunai in his hand and pointing to the Peach Blossom Gang members lying on the ground.

“I’m not a member of the Peach Blossom Spring Clan. Look, these guys are.”

Sonic didn't answer; having witnessed the whole thing, he naturally knew that Saitama wasn't a member of the Peach Blossom Crew.

"Good reaction." A hint of approval flashed through Sonic's mind, but his hands did not stop moving at all.

He jumped off the telephone pole and landed silently.

In his view, this bald man, who could instantly eliminate the Peach Blossom Gang, should be a good practice target, a good opportunity to test his recent improvement in speed.

Before he finished speaking, Sonic vanished from his spot in an instant.

A black shadow rushed towards Saitama at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye, its ninja sword gleaming coldly as it aimed straight for his throat.

However, he was shocked the next second.

Saitama simply tilted his head casually, and the lightning-fast stab grazed his neck without even touching a hair.

Immediately afterwards, a hand wearing a red glove moved so fast that he couldn't even see it clearly, arriving first and gently grasping the blade he had thrust out with all his might.

A crisp sound.

Saitama easily broke the steel ninja sword, made of a special alloy, into two pieces as easily as breaking a chocolate bar.

Sonic's mind went blank, but he was quickly filled with excitement; he hadn't encountered such a powerful enemy in a long time.

“I understand,” Saitama said knowingly, looking at the smile on Sonic’s face that went from shock to fervor, even a touch of “naivety.”

"You just want to test the waters, right?"

Just as Sonic suppressed his excitement and prepared to reorganize his offensive to meet this unfathomable and formidable foe, a slow and steady footstep came from the street corner.

Accompanied by footsteps, a heavy and oppressive roar began to echo in the air.

hum - hum - hum -

It was Lin Mo, who arrived late, and his signature "Emperor Engine"!

Sonic was jolted and leaped back several meters, creating a safe distance between himself and Saitama.

He looked at the newly appeared Lin Mo with extreme vigilance, his heart churning with turmoil.

The sixth S-class hero, known as "KING, the strongest man on Earth"!

He was naturally very familiar with this name.

He had previously considered challenging KING to test his own abilities, but KING's whereabouts were unpredictable, and he had never been able to find an opportunity.

I never expected to run into you here today.

"The strongest man on Earth...KING?" Sonic muttered to himself.