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

However, what came out of her mouth with a blushing face were two words completely different from what she really thought, her tone habitually full of disdain.

As soon as the words left her mouth, Tornado regretted them and wished she could slap herself.

How could I have said something so stupid?

This arrogant reaction is practically an admission that she enjoyed it just now!

She dared not look into Han Sen's eyes again, and her small face, which was so red it was almost bleeding, suddenly turned to the side.

A flash of emerald green light enveloped him, and he transformed into a streak of light that moved with incredible speed but appeared somewhat erratic, as he stumbled and crashed through the sky.

The way she fled in panic revealed the extreme turmoil within her.

Watching the green streak of light, like a drunken firefly, frantically fly away and disappear into the horizon, Golden Hansen, maintaining his Super Saiyan form, slowly let out a long sigh of relief.

The golden energy flames gradually subsided, and the upright golden hair returned to its original black and smooth state. The world-destroying aura dissipated, and he transformed back into the handsome and dashing young human.

Han Sen looked down at his hand, which still retained the warmth and soft touch of the other person's body, and a victorious smile appeared on his lips.

Keeping my word is my way of the ninja!

From today onwards, the roles of offense and defense have been completely reversed!

As the "Golden Form" was dispelled, the golden light above K City slowly receded, retreating back into Han Sen's body like a tide.

The surging, overwhelming power returned to his limbs and bones as countless cells separated, dissipating into silence. Even someone as strong as Han Sen let out a sigh of loss in his heart.

Having witnessed higher levels of scenery, it would be a lie to say that you weren't disappointed when you fell down.

However, Han Sen quickly adjusted his mindset.

The strong need not hide their strength; only cowards try to conceal it.

I will only get stronger and stronger. Reaching the summit now is just a small hill on a long journey.

The value of the frail human body will continue to rise!

However, the gap between the peak of the dragon and above is enough to bury a hundred "Rampaging Asura Rhinoceros Beetles", while the "Golden Form" fusion transformation can easily break through it.

The power of UR is terrifying!

Just then, a commotion arose from afar below.

Han Sen looked down and saw that at the boundary between the city and the ruins, the surviving heroes and citizens were looking up at Han Sen in the sky with complicated expressions.

There was fear, awe, doubt, and also a trace of... worship.

"That...that person...just now killed a Dragon-level monster with a single punch..."

"And then... he fought with the second-ranked S-class hero, Tornado of Terror?"

"What level of battle was that... It felt like the entire city was trembling beneath their feet..."

"That's too powerful... that golden light... it's like something out of a god..."

Having been buried twice and blown away countless times by the aftershocks of the battle, "Strong Voice" had completely lost the composure he had before making his move.

He dragged his injured body, which had several broken ribs, leaned against the broken wall, looked at the figure standing high in the sky above him, and muttered to himself.

"So...humans can really be this powerful?"

Hansen ignored the people's comments.

He wasn't particularly affected by the destruction he and the tornado had caused.

This world is inherently like this: the aftermath of battles between the strong is a natural disaster for ordinary people.

He doesn't mind doing good deeds as long as it doesn't harm his own interests, but it's obviously impossible for him to sacrifice anything for a group of complete strangers.

Whether it's Tatsumaki or Saitama, the true strongmen of this world grasped this principle long before him.

Han Sen's purpose was even clearer: to obtain the Origin Point.

Shaking his head, Han Sen couldn't help but savor the amazing softness and touch he had just felt in his arms.

And the adorable look on Tatsumaki's face—wanting to be angry but unable to, wanting to escape but unwilling to—made me feel great.

Sure enough, dealing with a tsundere requires a simple and direct approach.

Of course, the premise is...

Can you withstand a fatal blow from a tornado in red-temperature conditions?

Meanwhile, hundreds of kilometers away in the sky.

A streak of emerald green light was flying at an extremely high speed, but its flight path seemed somewhat erratic, fluctuating up and down.

Tornado's face was still flushed, and the scenes that had just happened kept replaying in her mind.

My heart was pounding when he grabbed my wrist...

The burning look in his eyes when he said "I like you"...

The godlike aura emanating from him after unleashing that golden transformation superpower...

And... when he forcefully pulled me into his arms, that firm, warm chest and those irresistible large hands encircling my waist...

Every image was like a thunderclap exploding in her heart.

"Ughhhhhh—this is so annoying!!"

The tornado let out a frantic scream, clutched its head, and abruptly stopped in mid-air.

The emerald green telekinetic energy erupted uncontrollably, instantly shaking a large area of ​​clouds into a sky full of water vapor.

Chapter 144 God’s Peeping

"Ughhhhhh—this is so annoying!!"

Tornado scratched her signature green curly hair in frustration, trying to shake the jumbled images out of her mind.

But the more I try to forget, the clearer those images become.

Baka! Hentai! Uru-sai!

"That bastard...that pervert...that...that despicable guy!"

She kept muttering to herself, but all she could come up with for cursing was a few meager words.

After all, he wasn't as angry as he thought he was, so he didn't really have the energy to yell.

On the contrary... there was a feeling that was unprecedented, novel and unfamiliar.

Dominance, suppression, gentleness, praise... these elements are not uncommon, but for Tornado, they are completely outside her knowledge.

Just as Tornado was in a state of panic, the Hero Association's special communicator on her wrist suddenly rang.

"Drip-drip-"

Disturbed from her girlish thoughts, she instantly transformed into a powerful figure, glaring with deadpan eyes as she pulled a communicator from behind her four-dimensional skirt and impatiently connected to the call.

"Moshi moshi! It's Tornado, what's up!"

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On the other end of the communicator came the tense and urgent voice of Sitch, the big-nosed executive of the Hero Association.

"Miss Tornado, thank goodness! I've finally gotten in touch with you! What's the situation in K City right now?!"

Sitch's tone sounded like the sky was falling: "After the Dragon-level monster was destroyed, we lost all means of communication."

"However, headquarters detected two energy fluctuations that exceeded the Dragon level in the sky above K City! One of them is your telekinesis, and the other, golden energy, even surpassed your energy reaction at its peak!"

"So what exactly is that? A new weirdo? Or..."

(?? ?)

Upon hearing the words "surpassed you," Tornado's brows furrowed immediately.

—You stinky Xiqi, why do you have to bring up something you shouldn't say?!

"Huh? What nonsense are you talking about! How could anyone's energy reaction surpass mine!"

She immediately retorted arrogantly, completely refusing to acknowledge the fact that she had been suppressed: "He was just... a rather strange Dragon-level monster! I've already taken care of him! Don't bother me, I'm on vacation!"

(Han Sen: A Dragon-level monster? Exposed again?)

"But...but that energy..."

"I already said I'm fine! Bye!"

Tornado didn't give Sitch a chance to ask any further questions and abruptly cut off the communication.

She didn't want those guys in the association to know that not only had she failed to deal with the "weirdo," but she had also been... taken advantage of... by him.

The thought of that embrace made Tornado's cheeks flush again.

She covered her burning face and increased her flight speed, wanting to find a secluded place to hide and sort out her chaotic thoughts.

Meanwhile, Han Sen, returning to Z City, was flying at high speed over a mountain range.

As a seasoned eccentric, he had become accustomed to processing the spoils of battle while on the move.

The battle with Tornado gave Han Sen a clearer understanding of his current strength.

The power of the "Golden Form" is undeniable. Combined with the numerical foundation provided by abilities such as "Overgrowth," it can be used as a regular combat tactic.

There's absolutely no need to worry about experiencing weakness or redness in your chest just three minutes into the fight.

However, this powerful transformation form is only one of his many trump cards.

After all, the minor skirmishes with Tornado didn't force Han Sen to unleash his true, complete form.

Of course, the biggest takeaway from this trip wasn't the verification of our abilities, but rather...

Han Sen raised his hand and looked at his palm, a smile unconsciously curving his lips.

Conquering that castle called the Terror Tornado doesn't seem so far off.

Just as he was savoring the soft touch and preparing to plan his next move—

A mental fluctuation, seemingly from another dimension, descended without warning.

This fluctuation did not originate from any corner of the earth; it was vast, ancient, cold, and ruthless, filled with the indifferent gaze of higher-dimensional beings upon lower-dimensional beings.

Unlike the violent and direct telekinetic power of a tornado, it possesses a strange power that can penetrate the soul and distort cognition.

Han Sen felt a chill run down his spine, and his mental energy tightened instantly. The solid defense line that the "power of imagination" had built at the level of consciousness was now in grave danger and on the verge of collapse!

However, that mental fluctuation did not seem to be malicious, nor did it seem to have any likes, dislikes, or inclinations; it was simply observing.

In an instant, countless bizarre and incomprehensible images flashed through Han Sen's mind.

Twisted star patterns, mysterious black cubes, a gigantic humanoid figure composed of countless eerie lines…!!

It was a scene beyond human description, filled with ominous and madness.

"...God?"

A word welled up in Han Sen's heart.

This spying came quickly and went quickly.

It lasted for less than a second before the vast mental fluctuations receded like a tide, as if they had never existed.

In the valley, a gentle breeze still caresses the face, and birds sing and flowers bloom.

But Han Sen's back was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

He suddenly stood up, looked up at the azure sky, and although he found nothing, his eyes became more solemn than ever before.

"Could it be the fusion transformation from just now...?"

Han Sen quickly realized a possibility: perhaps the attention he received when he activated his "Golden Form" came from a higher dimension!

A mysterious being who is still living in the background of the One-Punch Man world—a god!

However, it seems that I have not met the other party's requirements.

Or rather, when the gods choose their agents, they do not use the level of strength as the decisive factor.

A strong sense of crisis, which he had never felt even when he encountered Saitama, washed over him. Having narrowly escaped death, Han Sen couldn't help but feel a little shaken.

Saitama at least has definite rules of conduct, but the gods...

The limited information proves that this thing does exist, and it is unpredictable, capable of elevating an ordinary person to a dragon-level powerhouse at any time, and confiscating everything it has given in an instant, along with taking away the soul and life!