Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

At the Hero Association headquarters, alarms blared incessantly.

Red warning lights flashed alternately in the corridors and command room, while piercing sirens echoed in every corner.

The staff were busy at their respective posts, the sound of keyboards clicking and communicators ringing incessantly, plunging the entire command center into chaos.

"What's going on?! Why is there such a strong energy fluctuation? What level of experts are fighting here?"

A young staff member, his forehead covered in cold sweat, typed rapidly on the keyboard, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Abnormal energy fluctuations detected in the suburbs of City A! Energy level...unmeasurable! Exceeds the instrument's limit!"

Another staff member stared at the screen, his face ashen.

The energy curve displayed on the screen had exceeded the upper limit of the chart, turning into a straight red line, as if screaming a warning about something.

"What exactly is it? A weirdo?" someone asked in a trembling voice.

"No... based on the energy waveform analysis, it looks like two people are fighting!"

A technician zoomed in on a portion of the waveform and pointed to the regular pulse signals.

"Look, these waveforms exhibit periodic collision characteristics, unlike any known strange energy waveforms. They're more like... the energies of two people colliding with each other."

"Two people? What kind of battle could cause such a commotion?" The young staff member asked, his eyes wide with disbelief. He had been a member of the Hero Association for three years and had seen many grand scenes, but he had never seen such a terrifying energy reading. This was beyond the scope of what an S-class hero could explain; it was practically a natural disaster!

"I don't know... Moreover, there's strong magnetic interference around the battlefield, making it impossible for us to observe the situation inside!" The technician wiped the sweat from his brow and said anxiously, "All satellite images are blurry, and drones can't get close either; once they enter that area, they'll lose control!"

The commander stood solemnly before the large screen, hands clasped behind his back, his gaze fixed on the area shrouded in mist. He remained silent for a moment, rapidly weighing the various possibilities in his mind. If it was a monster, a monster capable of causing such a commotion would be at least a Dragon-level threat. If it was human… that was even more terrifying. Because it meant that one or more humans possessed the power to destroy the city.

He took a deep breath, then decisively issued the order: "Activate the highest level of alert. Notify all S-rank heroes to stand by. If those two move towards the city, take immediate action!"

"yes!"

Once the order was given, the entire Hero Association sprang into action. Alarms blared throughout the building, and all S-class heroes within the base received an emergency summons. Figures rushed out of their rooms, heading towards the assembly point.

On the battlefield, the battle between Lin Yao and Saitama continues.

Their fists clashed repeatedly, each impact triggering a small explosion. The air was torn apart, emitting a piercing shriek. Shockwaves radiated outwards from them, whipping up dust tens of meters high and creating ring-shaped sandstorms. They had fought their way from the ground into the air and back again. Wherever they passed, the earth cracked, mountains collapsed, as if it were the end of the world.

Lin Yao found himself increasingly adept at the fight. He discovered that the power within him was growing at an astonishing rate, seemingly without end. With each clash with Saitama, his control over power deepened, and his strength advanced further. It felt as if tightly closed doors were being opened one by one, each revealing a completely new world. Techniques that once required deep contemplation to grasp were now effortless; power that once demanded full exertion to control was now freely available.

He finally understood why Saitama was so eager to find opponents. Only in battles against strong opponents could one truly unleash their potential and break through their limits. The thrill of teetering on the brink of death, the sense of accomplishment from constantly surpassing oneself in battle—these were experiences that no amount of training could replace.

Saitama grew increasingly excited with each fight. He noticed that Lin Yao's strength was increasing at an astonishing rate, growing stronger almost every second. This rate of growth surprised even him. He had encountered many opponents, but none had ever grown so rapidly in battle. Those so-called strong fighters often succumbed after a few rounds, unable to force out their true strength. But Lin Yao was different—he not only persevered in the fight but continued to grow stronger, seemingly without limit.

"Interesting! This is so interesting!" Saitama laughed loudly, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Lin Yao-kun, you've really surprised me!"

"You too!" Lin Yao retorted, his fist gathering even greater power. "Try this!"

His figure flashed and instantly disappeared from Saitama's sight.

Saitama's pupils suddenly contracted. He realized he couldn't detect Lin Yao's presence at all! With his power, even moving at the speed of light, he could see clearly. But now, Lin Yao seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving not a trace. It was as if Lin Yao had completely evaporated from the world, leaving no trace whatsoever.

It only lasted a moment.

But for a powerhouse of this caliber, a single moment is enough to decide the outcome.

Lin Yao appeared beside Saitama, his hand gripping Saitama's wrist like an iron clamp. That hand was covered in a layer of jet-black Armament Haki, as hard as iron, yet possessing a strange suction force that prevented Saitama from breaking free. At the same time, powerful Armament Haki and primal energy erupted simultaneously, surging into Saitama's body like a flash flood.

Saitama's body shuddered, feeling a terrifying force surge into his body along his arm, momentarily halting his movements. That force was domineering and ruthless, seemingly intent on destroying everything within him. However, Saitama's physical strength was simply too terrifying; although the force caused him slight discomfort, it couldn't truly harm him.

But that moment of stillness was enough.

Seizing the opportunity, Lin Yao kicked Saitama in the chest. The force of the kick was so great that it sent Saitama flying like a cannonball into the sky. Saitama's figure drew an arc in the sky, flying higher and higher, farther and farther, until he quickly became a black dot.

Lin Yao didn't give chase, but stopped where he was, taking a deep breath. A dazzling light began to shimmer around him—it was Ultraman Tiga's Shining Form. Golden light flowed like water, covering his entire body and forming a thin film of light on his skin. That film radiated a warm and sacred aura, as if it could dispel all darkness in the world.

But this is not enough.

Lin Yao closed his eyes and began to mobilize the primal power of numerous worlds within his body. The power of stars from the Douluo Continent world, the Armament Haki from the One Piece world, the Qi from the Dragon Ball world, the Qi of the Qilin from the Classic of Mountains and Seas world, the power of the Five Elements Emperor from the Armor Hero world, the Chaos Power from the Immortal Cultivation world... These powers from different worlds intertwined and merged within his body, like rushing rivers flowing into the same ocean.

He clasped his hands together in front of his chest, palms facing each other, and began to gather energy. A sphere of light slowly formed between his palms—a destructive beam primarily powered by the Shining Diracium Light Stream, supplemented by other forces. Initially only the size of a fist, the sphere rapidly expanded with the continuous infusion of energy, soon becoming the size of a basketball. The surface of the sphere shimmered with seven colors—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and violet—as dazzling as a rainbow. But beneath those beautiful colors lay a terrifying power capable of destroying everything.

High in the sky, Saitama recovered from his brief moment of shock. He adjusted his posture, looked down at Lin Yao, and saw the colorful sphere of light that was gathering. His eyes lit up, and an excited smile appeared on his face.

He did not dodge.

Saitama steadied himself in mid-air, legs apart, in a stable horse stance. He took a deep breath, retracted his right fist to his waist, and assumed a serious punch stance. His gaze was sharp as a knife, locked onto Lin Yao's movements. His breathing became steady and long, and the power within him began to gather, like a volcano about to erupt.

Just then, Lin Yao made a move.

He gripped the shimmering, seven-colored orb, and in a flash, appeared beside Saitama. His speed was so extreme that even Saitama didn't fully see his movements. Then, he slammed the orb directly into Saitama's face.

boom--

The ball of light exploded violently on Saitama's face.

A terrifying burst of energy exploded in mid-air, forming a massive, colorful mushroom cloud. The powerful energy dispersed all the clouds, painting the entire sky a vibrant, multicolored hue. The light was so intense that it could be clearly seen hundreds of kilometers away. The shockwave spread outwards with overwhelming force, clearing away all clouds within a radius of tens of kilometers.

Saitama was blasted away by that terrifying force, tumbling through the air for thousands of meters before barely managing to regain his footing. He touched his face and found a faint red mark. Although the mark quickly disappeared, Saitama clearly felt the power of that attack.

"Amazing!" Saitama exclaimed, his eyes filled with surprise. "Lin Yao-kun, that was a really powerful move!"

Lin Yao didn't answer, but charged forward again. He felt his control over the power within his body becoming deeper and more effortless. The power that originally required conscious effort to use had now become part of his instincts, an integral part of his being.

He once again engaged in close-quarters combat with Saitama.

This time, their battle was even more intense. Fists and feet clashed, producing a dense barrage of explosions, like firecrackers. Their speed was extreme; afterimages filled the air. Each collision triggered a small explosion, the shockwaves kicking up sand and gravel from the ground, forming ring-shaped shockwaves.

Lin Yao grew stronger with each battle. He found himself constantly breaking through and growing in combat. Techniques that once required deep thought to grasp were now effortless to master; power that once required full exertion to control was now freely available. His attacks became increasingly fierce and cunning, even putting some pressure on Saitama.

Saitama was now truly enraged. He found himself being suppressed by Lin Yao. Although it was only a slight suppression, it was enough to shock him. Since he went bald, no one had ever been able to suppress him in a direct battle. But Lin Yao had done it, and was still getting stronger.

"That was exhilarating! Absolutely exhilarating!" Saitama laughed loudly, his fist gathering even greater power. "Lin Yao-kun, you truly are the best opponent I've ever faced!"

"You too!" Lin Yao replied, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Come on, let's settle this!"

The final showdown.

The two men faced each other, a hundred meters apart. A gust of wind swept across the desert, whipping up a cloud of dust that swirled and danced between them. A tense atmosphere hung in the air, as if even time itself had slowed down.

Saitama took a deep breath and retracted his right fist to his waist. His gaze became more serious than ever before, and every muscle in his body tensed. He could sense that Lin Yao's next move would be the strongest attack he had faced since going bald. He had to go all out to withstand it.

"The strongest—a serious punch!"

Saitama shouted and threw a punch.

This punch contained all his power. A layer of white light covered his fist, the materialized energy formed from his highly concentrated power. When this punch was thrown, the air was torn apart, emitting a piercing shriek. Wherever the fist's force passed, it plowed a deep trench in the ground, and the sand and gravel were swirled up, forming a huge tornado.

Lin Yao also made a move at the same time.

"Stars - Chaos Five Elements Ultimate Kill!"

He gathered the Five Elements Emperor Power of the Armored Warrior within his body, integrated it with the Chaos Power of the Immortal Cultivation World, and superimposed it with the Star Power of the Douluo World, which had already broken through the world's limitations. He fused all the power together, transforming it into a colorful pillar of light that blasted towards Saitama's fist.

This strike contained all his power; it was the strongest move he could currently unleash.

The two forces collided.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Then, a light even brighter than the sun burst forth, turning the entire world a blazing white. The light was so intense that it was impossible to look directly at it, as if staring directly at the sun itself. Immediately following was a deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing. The sound was so loud that it could be clearly heard hundreds of kilometers away.

The white light shield spread outwards from the two people, enveloping everything within a radius of tens of kilometers. Wherever the light shield passed, the earth was leveled, and mountains were crushed into dust, as if an invisible giant hand had smoothed out the entire area.

The shockwave swept across the land, hurling sand and gravel hundreds of meters high, creating a massive sandstorm. The clouds were dispersed for miles, revealing the azure sky overhead. Sunlight streamed down, reflecting a blinding light onto the flattened desert.

When the light faded, Lin Yao and Saitama were seen facing each other, a hundred meters apart. Both were dressed in tattered clothes, their breathing slightly disordered. Between them lay a gigantic crater over five kilometers in diameter and at least several hundred meters deep. The edges of the crater were smooth as a mirror, as if cut by something.

The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

"That was exhilarating!" Saitama laughed heartily, his laughter filled with genuine joy. "Lin Yao-kun, you're the strongest opponent I've faced since I went bald!"

"You too." Lin Yao took a breath and calmed himself down. "This is also the first time I've encountered an opponent who can make me go all out."

"Hehe, let's fight again next time!" Saitama scratched his bald head and smiled a little embarrassedly. "By the way, where do you live? I'd like to come over for a meal."

Lin Yao was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled and said, "You really don't hold back."

"Hehe, we're friends now anyway," Saitama said shamelessly. "Besides, I'm really interested in your latest game console. I saw you had quite a few cool things earlier."

Lin Yao shook his head helplessly: "Let's go, I'll take you there."

Back at Lin Yao's villa, Saitama was like a child who had discovered a new continent, looking around Lin Yao's living room with wide eyes.

He showed great interest in Lin Yao's latest game console, and once he picked up the controller, he wouldn't put it down.

"Wow, I've wanted to play this game for ages!" Saitama exclaimed excitedly, "but it's too expensive, and I've always been reluctant to buy it."

Lin Yao smiled at Saitama's excited expression. He walked to the refrigerator, took out two cans of beer, and tossed one to Saitama: "Want a drink?"

"Thanks!" Saitama took the beer, pulled the tab, gulped down a big mouthful, then burped, "Awesome!"

The two sat on the sofa, turned on the game console, and started playing a fighting game. On the screen, two pixelated characters were fiercely battling, exchanging punches and kicks, locked in a fierce struggle.

"Oops, you lost again!" Saitama laughed smugly. "Your skills aren't good enough!"

"Again!" Lin Yao said defiantly, "I just accidentally slipped!"

The two fought for a day and a night, with neither gaining an advantage. Saitama's gaming skills were exceptionally good, while Lin Yao, though not bad, was always just a little bit lacking. However, both of them enjoyed this relaxed and pleasant time, free from the worries of battle and death, focusing solely on the game at hand.

The two have different concepts regarding entertainment devices such as game consoles.

Saitama deliberately sought this sense of relaxation to suppress his inner divinity with his humanity. Since he went bald, his power has been increasing daily, seemingly without limit. He fears that one day he will lose his humanity due to excessive power and become a machine that only knows how to fight. Therefore, he intentionally pursues this ordinary life, using these mundane daily routines to remind himself that he is still human.

Lin Yao's feelings were more of a nostalgia for the game consoles of his previous life. Back then, when he wanted to play games, he was caught up in school, and after graduating and working for only a few years, he transmigrated, never having had the chance to enjoy the games he loved but couldn't have as a child. That's why in this Punch Man world, he bought all the latest entertainment devices, but didn't play them much. Now, with Saitama playing with him, it somewhat filled that void.

"Let's fight again next time!" Saitama said with lingering enthusiasm as he left. "Whether it's a game or a real match, I'm ready to fight to the end!"

"Okay." Lin Yao nodded with a smile. "You're welcome anytime."

The next morning, sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the gaps in the curtains, casting a golden band of light on the floor. Lin Yao was still asleep when he was suddenly awakened by a noisy commotion.

buzzing-

That was the sound of mosquitoes, and not just one or two, but thousands upon thousands. The sound was like a bomber roaring outside the window, making one's mind uneasy.

Lin Yao frowned, sat up in bed, and rubbed his sleepy eyes. He walked to the window, drew back the curtains, and saw the scene outside.

The sky was a dark, swarming mass of mosquitoes. These mosquitoes were several times larger than ordinary mosquitoes, each the size of a fist, and their wings made a piercing buzzing sound as they flapped. They hovered in the sky like a dark cloud, blotting out the sun.

At the heart of that dark cloud stood a woman—or rather, a monster that resembled a woman. She possessed a beautiful face and a sensual figure, but behind her grew a pair of enormous insect wings, and her hands had transformed into sharp scythes. A cruel smile played on her lips, and her eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty light.

Mosquito Girl.

On a street not far away, a cyborg in a black combat suit was battling her. It was Genos, Saitama's disciple. His arms transformed, revealing two energy cannons, and he continuously fired energy blasts at Mosquito Girl. But Mosquito Girl was incredibly fast, easily dodging his attacks while simultaneously controlling her swarm of mosquitoes to launch a counterattack.

The two were initially evenly matched, but as Mosquito Girl absorbed the blood collected by the swarm of mosquitoes, her power began to surge. Her body became larger, her aura more terrifying, and her speed faster. Genos's attacks could no longer hit her; instead, she struck him repeatedly.

boom--

Mosquito Girl swung her claw, severing Genos's left arm. The severed arm fell to the ground, revealing the internal mechanical structure and wires, sparks flying. Genos staggered back a few steps, and before he could adjust his posture, Mosquito Girl swung her claw again, severing his right leg as well.

Genos knelt on one knee, his injuries worsening. His body was damaged in multiple places, and his internal energy core was becoming unstable, threatening to explode at any moment. He gritted his teeth, attempting one last attack, but Mosquito Woman was already in front of him, a sharp claw pressed against his chest.

"Goodbye, cyborg," Mosquito Girl sneered, about to pierce Genos's chest.