Starting with one punch, I'll stop being human.

The young man was almost too handsome, with sharply defined, chiseled features.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the umbrella's edge, casting dappled shadows on his tall, strong frame, creating a pleasing scene reminiscent of a fashion magazine cover.

Many women passing by couldn't help but glance at them and whisper among themselves.

Even bolder girls took out their phones and stepped forward, wanting to ask for a contact's information.

The young man was Han Sen, who had just skipped work from the Monster Association to get some fresh air.

Chapter 97 Rampage Dishwasher

A sharp screech of tires shattered the tranquility of the street as a black government sedan executed a near-fancy abrupt stop and drifted precisely into the only empty parking space on the side of the road.

The driver of another private car behind, who also had his eye on the parking space, stared in disbelief at the scene before driving away, grumbling under his breath.

The car door opened, and two young men in suits got out one after the other.

They looked serious and walked hurriedly, one of the older men carrying a bulging black briefcase tightly in his hand.

The two quickly scanned the street corner, and when they saw Han Sen under the parasol, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

They hurried to the coffee table, where the shadow cast by the table blocked the light from which Hansen was reading the newspaper.

The man in the suit who was at the head of the group spoke cautiously, his voice tinged with respect, "Excuse me... are you Mr. Han Sen?"

Han Sen put down the newspaper and raised his eyes.

His calm, unwavering gaze held a hidden authority, causing the two people meeting his eyes to involuntarily feel a chill.

"It's me. What's up?"

Upon receiving an affirmative reply, the man in the suit immediately put on a professional smile: "Mr. Hansen! Please forgive my intrusion in visiting!"

"We are staff members of the Strategy Department at the Hero Association headquarters."

He pointed to himself, then to his slightly inexperienced companion beside him: "My name is Hammed, and this is my assistant, Slater."

"I'm here on behalf of the association to extend an invitation to you—we hope to recruit you as our S-class hero!"

As Hammold finished speaking, his assistant Slater beside him was clearly even more excited. He stared intently at Hansen, as if witnessing a historic moment.

To their surprise, Han Sen simply leaned back lazily, picked up the coffee on the table, and took a small sip.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..."

Han Sen put down his coffee cup and let out a soft sigh: "Masked Man and Ms. Fubuki both said similar things to me before. My answer was the same as before."

He raised his eyes, his gaze calmly sweeping over the two expectant faces.

"At present, I have no intention of becoming a professional hero."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and the smiles on Hammerd and Slater's faces were frozen in place, as if a pause button had been pressed.

“Is this…?” Assistant Slater murmured to herself, almost unable to believe her ears.

How could anyone refuse an invitation to become an S-class hero?!

Without even a moment's hesitation, they simply and casually... refused!

Just as an awkward silence fell over the coffee shop, Hammed was racking his brains for a way to salvage the situation—

Boom——! ! !

A deafening roar came from the end of the street not far away. The ground suddenly jumped up, and the violent tremor caused most of the coffee shop's glass windows to shatter instantly!

The tables and chairs shook violently. Except for Han Sen, who managed to steady his coffee cup with a speed that was almost imperceptible to the naked eye the moment the tremor hit, all the other guests spilled their drinks, leaving the scene in a mess in an instant.

The sudden explosion and riots shattered the city's tranquility in an instant.

"what--!!"

"What happened?!"

"A weirdo! A weirdo has appeared!"

"Help, help me!!!"

After a brief moment of astonishment, pedestrians on the road erupted in terrified screams, scattering in all directions like a flock of startled birds.

Out of professional instinct, Hammed and Slater's expressions changed drastically as they turned to look in the direction from which the explosion came.

At the end of the street, a huge hole with a diameter of more than ten meters was blasted open in the exterior wall of a luxury hotel building by a brute force.

Thick smoke and dust billowed out like the breath of a demon.

A bizarre figure, towering two stories high and composed entirely of twisted metal and dirty white ceramic, slowly emerged from within, its steps heavy.

Its main body is a huge square dishwasher, while its limbs are made up of countless tangled metal pipes and exposed wires, making a piercing creaking sound with every step it takes.

What's most chilling is that a distorted and bizarre human face is growing on the huge glass door on its chest.

Through the glass door, you can see countless rusty, gleaming cutlery and bowls spinning wildly inside.

"Hehehehe... Hehehehe!"

The strange man let out a piercing, metallic laugh, his eerie face's eyes flashing with a dangerous and savage red light.

It stretched out its enormous arm, made of thick drainpipes, and as easily as crushing a cookie tin, grabbed a car parked on the side of the road and squeezed it tightly under the horrified gazes of countless people!

Click——! !

With a sickening metallic creak, the entire car was forcibly molded into an irregular lump of iron.

"Listen up, you lowly humans! I am the great 'Rampaging Dishwasher'!!"

The rampaging dishwasher slammed its metal rig onto the ground with a deafening roar, the sound creating a gust of wind: "Every day! Every day! Every single day I have to wash those stinking, greasy dishes!"

"Those humans who casually toss their bowls and chopsticks after finishing their meals and enjoy everything with a clear conscience are simply the most despicable creatures in the world!"

"From this day forward! Every human being who eats without washing the dishes shall die!!"

Before the words were finished, the human face on its chest let out a sharp shriek, and the glass door suddenly sprang open!

call out!call out!call out!

Countless ceramic plates, glasses, stainless steel bowls and dishes... accompanied by a sharp, tearing sound as they shot out indiscriminately in all directions!

boom! boom! boom!

These seemingly fragile tableware pieces are now displaying astonishing destructive power.

Wherever they go, whether it's thick building walls, traffic light poles, or parked cars, they are easily cut through, leaving smooth, mirror-like cuts!

"At least... it's a Demon-level disaster!!"

Hammed's pupils contracted sharply, and cold sweat instantly soaked through the back of his shirt.

This level of destructive power and attack range is something that no ordinary monster could possess!

"Slater! Quickly! Report to headquarters immediately and request S-class hero support! Evacuate the civilians!"

Hammed reacted very quickly, immediately operating the communicator at lightning speed.

Slater, while shouting at the top of her lungs to guide the chaotic crowd to evacuate, kept a close eye on the strange man's movements.

A demonic-level disaster has erupted in the city center; every second of delay means…

The losses and casualties are incalculable!

Two unarmed civilian employees are no different from ants on the roadside in the face of a disaster of this magnitude!

Just then, Hammed, who was anxiously reporting the situation to his communicator, suddenly felt a gentle breeze pass by.

He subconsciously turned around and saw that the seat where Han Sen had been sitting was now empty.

Only an empty coffee cup remained, lying on the table with a ten-thousand-yuan bill resting securely on top of it.

"Wow...so fast!!"

Chapter 98 Saitama!

"Wow...so fast!!"

Hammed's hand trembled, and the communicator almost fell to the ground.

His dynamic vision was simply not able to keep up with Han Sen's movements, and his brain hadn't even finished processing the corresponding information before the figure in the seat had already disappeared!

"This...this is a speed that humans can achieve?"

Hammer instinctively gasped, while Slater clenched his fist in excitement and said in a deep voice, "It's possible! According to the current intelligence, both the S-class hero 'Flash of the Light' and the strongest man on Earth, 'King,' can do it!"

"So... Han Sensang's speed is definitely S-class! And it's top-tier speed even among S-class!"

As they spoke, the two of them almost instinctively looked up at the same time, heading in the direction of the strange man.

On the retina, only a fleeting afterimage that tore through the air could be barely captured, like a bullet fired straight towards the huge, roaring monster!

Wherever the shadow passed, the ground was plowed with shallow furrows by the blade-like air pressure, and behind it, visible shockwave rings extended out!

Swish——!!

Just as he was about to reach his target, a blinding flash of lightning erupted from Han Sen's right fist!

The high-intensity plasma current condensed into a sharp, cone-shaped blade, which converged and leaped wildly in Han Sen's fist, scorching and distorting the surrounding air.

A chorus of electrical noise, like a thousand birds chirping, swept across the street amidst the roar of sonic booms, shattering the floor-to-ceiling windows of surrounding shops one after another, and causing nearby passersby to suffer painful eardrums from the shockwave!

"Leave no one alive! I'm going to crush all of you lazy humans into dust... Huh?"

Before the roar of the rampaging dishwasher had even ended, the eyes of the distorted face were already squinting involuntarily from the blinding lightning.

A surge of instinctive fear struck, causing it to abruptly turn its head.

What came into view was a fist crackling with destructive lightning, rapidly magnifying in its vision!

Without a word, just one punch!

However, just as Han Sen's Thunder God Fist was about to strike the monster's chest and face—

A bright yellow afterimage appeared out of nowhere, like a bolt of lightning, suddenly appearing from another direction!

The figure appeared silently, and although it did not produce a sonic boom, its momentum was obviously more rapid than Han Sen, who was surrounded by lightning!

It was just a simple, unadorned straight punch, but it struck first despite being thrown later, aiming straight for the monster's vital chest with an utterly unreasonable force!

Time came to a standstill at the extreme speed.

The violent airflow was expelled, creating a strange vacuum zone.

The chaotic streets, the terrified crowds, the rampaging monsters—everything seemed to have become a faded, frozen backdrop.

At the center of the world, only two men, moving at high speed, throw punches, and their fists are about to collide.

An unprecedented sense of danger pierced his scalp, causing a sharp pain. Han Sen's mouth gaped open, his expression one of astonishment.

In that instant, "beast instinct" and "Asura intuition" reacted as if under stress, frantically sounding alarms!

Even with his current strength, this man who suddenly appeared before him was still...

Extremely dangerous!

Han Sen's gaze immediately fell on the yellow figure, and he suddenly froze!

A yellow bodysuit paired with red rubber gloves and boots, and a white cape behind him stretched straight as a steel plate by the extreme wind pressure.

The owner of this strange outfit, the man with a shiny bald head, also turned his head at this moment, his seemingly dull and lifeless dead fish eyes meeting Han Sen's gaze in the air.

His eyes did not reveal the will to fight, nor the coldness of a strong person, but rather a pure surprise of "Eh? There's already someone here."

Bald Demon King —

The moment Han Sen recognized the person, the bald man opposite him reacted with absurd speed.

The instant their eyes met, Saitama's figure was like a videotape that had been rewound, braking and turning back in an instant by stepping on air in a way that defied the laws of physics.

In the next instant, he had retreated to his original position dozens of meters away, as if that ordinary punch containing the power to shatter stars had never been thrown.

The most outrageous thing was that, in the almost frozen space-time, he even raised his hand to scratch the smooth, shiny back of his head, showing an apologetic expression of "Ah, sorry, I stole the monster," and even gestured "please go ahead" to Han Sen.

Everything happened in a time-stopped state, yet the person involved maintained a completely matter-of-fact expression throughout, which made it all seem perfectly reasonable.

Han Sen: "..."

Since the other party had voluntarily stepped aside, he naturally wouldn't be polite.