As Abigail, I caused trouble in infinite space.

Genos had originally arrived at the venue with Saitama. However, midway through, Genos received a notification from the Hero Association, so he left the venue and began sweeping through the city's monsters until he encountered the Dragon-level monster, Gouketsu.

Meanwhile, at the martial arts tournament venue, the final match had begun. The two opponents were Charanko, who was Saitama and trained in the Water Ball Carbonation Fist, and Suiryu, who, like Saitama, had won all his previous matches with a single blow.

At this time, countless spectators had gathered at the competition venue. Due to the excessive noise, no one heard the alarm coming from outside, so everything seemed normal. The organizers believed that since martial artists from various schools had gathered there, even if some strange person did come, there was nothing to fear. Therefore, they paid no attention to the alarm.

"First up is Suiryu, who finishes every match with a kick using only one leg. His magnificent kicks with those long legs truly steal the opponent's attention."

"On the other side, there's Chalan, who has also won consecutive matches with a casual punch. Although their fighting styles are different, we can see that their attack power is about the same."

"At this moment, a smile appeared on Shuilong's face. Was it really because he was superior in skill and combat experience?!"

"In contrast, Chalan, who has white discharge, puts on a silly face to hide her nervousness!"

"Ready! Go!"

With the referee's whistle, the match officially began.

"Chalanzi-kun, let's have a good fight!" Water Dragon's face showed excitement. He came to this tournament to experience strong opponents, but of course, the main reason was the bounty.

"Huh?" Saitama didn't react immediately to Shui Rong's invitation. But at that moment, Shui Long approached Saitama at a speed that no ordinary person could react to and kicked him in the head. However, for some reason, Shui Long stopped right next to Saitama's head. But the wind pressure generated by the leg made Saitama quickly put out his hands and cover his wig.

"That was close!" Saitama thought to himself. He was a little flustered at this moment. Of course, he was not afraid of the opponent's strength, but he was afraid that his wig would fall off.

Then, Suiryu took two steps back and kicked out again towards Saitama.

This time, Suiryu's foot stopped right in front of Saitama's face.

Saitama once again used his hand to protect the wig on his head.

"It was a swift and decisive strike, too fast to see clearly! Could it be that Shui Long was deliberately enjoying himself?!"

These two attacks, which were only meant to be targeted, left the commentator bewildered, and he could only analyze the battle based on his own speculation.

"What's wrong with you? You're not going to be unable to keep up with me, are you? Are you actually a little nervous?" Shui Long's face was relaxed, and he even had a slight smile on his face.

As soon as he finished speaking, Suiryu attacked Saitama again, launching a series of fierce kicks at him. However, none of his attacks landed on Saitama. This was not because Saitama dodged his attacks, but because Suiryu had no intention of attacking Saitama at all.

This situation was naturally noticed by the commentator.

"A series of kicks, delivered with minimal force, left Chalanzi helpless except to cover her head. Had Chalanzi lost her will to fight?"

However, the commentator is ultimately an amateur. As the saying goes, the layman sees the spectacle, while the expert sees the details. The series of attacks just now was merely a warm-up.

Suiryu looked at Saitama, who was still full of openings, and seemed full of fighting spirit. He did not think that Saitama was not moving because he was forced to be helpless by his attacks.

"You knew I wasn't trying to hit you, so you deliberately didn't dodge, right? The match has already started, stop being a bystander and it's time to seriously face me, how about it?"

"You... are very strong, aren't you? I know, because I'm very strong too."

As if he had met someone like himself, Suiryu started talking to Saitama: "The look in your eyes is one of indifference to status and reputation, a look of constantly seeking new excitement."

"Well, that's possible. I wish I could encounter something that interesting," Saitama said casually.

It must be said that although Suiryu seems to have found a kindred spirit, he was still wrong. Saitama is truly invincible, not just powerful.

However, the water dragon was still very happy at this moment.

"Why are you participating in the Super Martial Arts Tournament? There must be a special reason. By the way, my goal is the bounty."

"I want the bounty too," Saitama thought to himself, but he didn't say it aloud.

"Of course, there's another reason. I also wanted to have a good match with some strong guys here. I also want to get some exercise and have some fun. After all, it's a joyful thing to spar with powerful people, especially someone as strong as you. There aren't many opportunities to meet someone like you. Today is a really good day." Shuilong seemed very happy.

"Are you happy?" Saitama asked slowly after hearing what Suiryu said. This question seemed to reveal the emptiness in his heart, a heart that had not felt happiness for a long time.

"Yes, strength makes people happy. The stronger a person is, the freer they can live, and life will definitely be more enjoyable. But that alone will feel a little insufficient, and naturally one will want some moderate stimulation."

"You're also craving excitement, aren't you? Something that gets you thrilled, which is why you came to this conference, right?"

Suiryu spoke to Saitama as if they were old friends. Although their situations were somewhat similar, the platforms they were on were worlds apart.

Saitama seemed thoughtful about what Suiryu had said.

He could tell that the water dragon in front of him was an enthusiastic fellow.

However, Saitama still has some doubts. Can one live a happy life simply by being strong? Can one find joy in fighting strong opponents? Does being strong really make one happy...?

That's right. Unlike Suiryu's experience, Saitama truly has the power to look down on everything in the world, which is different from Suiryu's strength among ordinary humans.

"I heard this place is full of experts, and I thought it would be very interesting. I joined this tournament to experience what martial arts is all about," Saitama said casually.

"The cheers of the crowd and your confidence show that you are different from the other guys."

This statement excited the water dragon.

"I understand. How about this? I'll let you experience what martial arts is like, so you'll also try your best to make me happy."

"Great, that sounds good. Can I finally experience the terror of martial arts?"

"Since we share the same ideals, let's start the war."

The excited water dragon stomped its foot on the ground, and some cracks were already visible where it landed.

"Take this!"

Before he could finish speaking, the water dragon had already arrived in front of Saitama. This time, it was a real attack—a punch and a kick in quick succession, which sent Saitama sliding several meters to the side.

However, this was not the end. Water Dragon attacked again, but Saitama had already reached the edge of the arena. If he did not dodge, he would be knocked off the stage and disqualified.

So Saitama dodged it, and he dodged all of Saitama's subsequent attacks.

The battle between the two was extremely intense. Although the speed of the water dragon was so fast that the audience could not react and could only see countless afterimages of kicks, it could not hide the excitement of the battle.

"I'll get faster and faster!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Suiryu suddenly accelerated and kicked Saitama. Although Saitama was not injured, he was kicked into the air. However, in the next instant, Suiryu, who was still on the fighting platform, was above Saitama and kicked him directly in the back.

This kick sent Saitama hurtling towards the arena. The power of the kick was terrifying; it was like hitting a wooden stake, sending Saitama flying into the ring and turning the entire area around the arena into rubble.

fine......

Saitama breathed a sigh of relief as he protected the wig on his head.

It must be said that although the water dragon's attack was powerful, it was not as important to Saitama as protecting his wig.

Seeing this scene, the martial artists below were all dumbfounded; they had never seen anything like it before.

Just then, Saitama's hands, which were protecting his head, were suddenly grabbed by Suiryu, followed by a crushing blow. Suiryu's knee made intimate contact with Saitama's face.

Everyone was stunned. In their eyes, the battle was over, and most importantly, that final blow would have been fatal to anyone else present. Many were now worried about Saitama's life.

After taking a large step back, Shui Long appeared calm and composed.

"Is it not over yet? Since you said you wanted to experience it, I think it's best not to go too far."

Of course, the battle wasn't over. Saitama crawled out of the hole that had been smashed open, seemingly still shaken.

"That really scared me to death. I thought my wig was going to be blown off..." Of course, Saitama didn't say the last sentence out loud; he just thought it to himself.

Seeing that Saitama didn't seem to have suffered any damage from his combo attacks, Suiryu became even more excited.

"Not bad, otherwise there wouldn't be much to see!"

He then charged forward again and launched a series of attacks on Saitama.

"Your weapon is that powerful punch, right? You've taken down all your opponents with one punch, although you only slapped Zack. So I'm going to fight with kicks; that'll make the final battle even more exciting!"

The water dragon was so excited that it attacked while shouting.

"Come on, give me a punch! Let me have a taste of it too!"

Seeing Suiryu's current state, Saitama instinctively wanted to throw a punch, but then he realized something was wrong. The person in front of him was not a monster, nor was he the target he needed to eliminate.

"Oh no!" Realizing this, Saitama quickly retreated, but his action made the people outside think that Saitama was helpless.

That's too dangerous...

Saitama was sweating profusely; he had almost accidentally killed the person in front of him.

However, the water dragon would not give up so easily.

"You can't win if you don't fight back." The water dragon attacked again.

However, what Suiryu didn't know was that even now, Saitama was still worried about whether his wig would fall off. If Saitama knew, would he be so angry he'd vomit blood on the spot? Of course, no one knew.

However, after this series of attacks, Suiryu's opinion of Saitama never improved again.

He dodged it again... Although it was just a white belt, his combat experience seemed unexpectedly rich, and his instinct to protect his head even at the cost of other parts was very sharp.

"What do you usually do?" After fighting for so long, Suiryu couldn't help but develop a bit of interest in Saitama.

“Normally… let me think, take a walk… fight some monsters…” Saitama said with a blank expression.

"Huh? Fighting monsters sounds like something only heroes do, Charanko-kun."

Shui Long's question startled her. She realized she was now playing someone else. So she scratched her head.

"Well, I guess so. I kind of want to become a hero someday."

But at that moment, the water dragon suddenly laughed, his face showing disdain.

Chapter 106 The End and Unexpected Events of the Martial Arts Tournament

"You want to be a hero or something? I don't think that industry is that great. I've fought against some A-level heroes at this conference, and they were too weak. They were ridiculous. So-called heroes are just empty names. There are no such people in reality."

Clearly, in Shuilong's mind, these professional heroes simply cannot gain his approval.

"It's just a job, yet they talk about justice and act like benefactors. No matter how hard they try, they can't save the world from its crisis. What good is relying on them?"

Lofty aspirations? Noble ideas? High moral standards? A heroic sense of justice? None of these are necessary in the pleasures I seek in life; rather, they are merely impurities that make life dull.

This shows that Shuilong actually looks down on heroes. In fact, many people are like this; they don't approve of those who help others. Selfishness is human nature, especially for someone like Shuilong who prioritizes hedonism.

"It's rare to find someone as skilled as you. Don't let these trivial matters hold you back. Choose a free and enjoyable lifestyle, maybe participate in a fighting tournament occasionally to earn some bounty..."

At this point, Suiryu suddenly noticed that Saitama's expression was somewhat serious. Although Saitama was indifferent to emotions, being a hero was something he had always insisted on doing. If it weren't for Saitama, an ordinary person would have already attacked Suiryu with fists and feet. Even if there was no physical attack, they would have said a few words in rebuttal. But Saitama was not an ordinary person after all.

"Hey, are you disappointed? I'm only telling you this because I respect you. Just take it as a lighthearted piece of advice."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Suiryu kicked Saitama on the head. Saitama was truly angry this time, and he didn't even care about the wig that had fallen off his head.

"It has nothing to do with the impurities you mentioned. Your name is Water Dragon, right? You're not the only one doing what you want. I also have a suggestion for you: if your goal is to enjoy yourself, it would be better if you didn't continue to become stronger."

Saitama stared intently at Suiryu, and in the next instant, threw a punch in Suiryu's direction. The punch stopped in front of Suiryu, seemingly unremarkable, but the danger it contained was known only to the two of them at the time. Under the threat of this punch, Suiryu instinctively unleashed his power, his strong body bursting through his loose martial arts uniform.

Both of them were sweating profusely. Suiryu was sweating because of the intimidating power of the punch he had just received, while Saitama was relieved that he had almost landed the punch on Suiryu.