Chapter 185: Speak Up, Damn Mouth!!
Two days later.
Amidst the somewhat surprised gazes of pedestrians on the street, a middle-aged man clad in a red ronin robe, a toothpick in his mouth and a sword at his waist, walked leisurely with a stoic expression.
The reason for everyone's surprise was simple: this person was the former s-class rank 4, now S-Class Rank 6, Atomic Samurai.
"Look, that middle-aged uncle just now looks like Atomic Samurai."
"It really seems to be him! I heard before that he always dressed like a wanderer, I didn't expect him to actually look like this! He really has the air of an old-school swordsman!"
"Yeah, he's an S-Class Rank 6 hero. I heard his swordsmanship is incredibly badass; he can slice a Monster into tens of thousands of pieces in an instant."
Hearing these words of praise, the corners of Atomic Samurai's mouth almost curled up to the sky, and the frustration in his heart dissipated quite a bit.
However, in the next second, a very discordant voice blasted into his ears like a fired cannonball:
"What's so badass? Atomic Samurai seemed to get trashed in that Monster incident not long ago. If it wasn't for the heroic rescue by The Strongest Man on Earth, King, he'd probably be lying on the ground fast asleep by now."
The children by the roadside thought they were speaking softly, but how could their whispers escape the ears of a Great Swordsman who was also an S-Class Hero?
Atomic Samurai's face instantly turned green. He even felt the urge to go over and personally refute them, but he gave up in the next second.
Forget it... what they said isn't wrong... I'd better not go and humiliate myself further...
Atomic Samurai's heart became lonely again, his eyes filled with helplessness.
What the children said was indeed true. He was beaten like a dog in that epochal battle, and it was indeed The Strongest Man on Earth, King, who came to the rescue and saved him from death.
Finding a random restaurant to sit down in, Atomic Samurai, who hadn't eaten all morning, felt somewhat famished.
After ordering a few dishes, Atomic Samurai stared blankly at the clean tabletop, his mind seemingly falling into an abyss.
Ever since that great battle, he had been pondering whether his path of the sword was truly right, or if it was fundamentally wrong.
His pride and joy, the Atomic Slash, had been easily countered by that powerful Monster wreathed in flames—by Sun Sperm.
From beginning to end, the opponent had insta-killed him with just a single punch.
And the Sun Sperm, who in his eyes was incomparably powerful, had now become a pet in the home of his fellow S-Class Hero, One-Punch Man.
The Sun Sperm, who could insta-kill him, had become another hero's pet. For a self-respecting Great Swordsman like Atomic Samurai, this was undoubtedly a massive humiliation.
"Sigh..."
Atomic Samurai sighed deeply as the dishes he ordered were served.
Though the food looked, smelled, and tasted excellent, it felt like chewing wax in his mouth, as if he couldn't taste a thing.
Just then, Atomic Samurai's peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of an incredibly familiar figure.
That tall figure had blonde hair. Although his back was turned, one could feel an oppressive aura from him that seemed capable of suppressing anyone in the next second.
That man... is it King?
The moment this thought appeared, Atomic Samurai's eyes instantly lit up.
Why is he eating at this restaurant too?
Atomic Samurai unconsciously touched the sword at his waist. His gaze gradually became firm as he set aside the pride in his heart.
In the eyes of this Great Swordsman, seeking guidance from someone far stronger than himself was not considered a humiliation.
He wanted to ask King what a true sword was, and what the true path of the sword was.
Thinking of this, Atomic Samurai shoveled the food in front of him into his mouth in just a few bites.
He wiped his mouth and couldn't help but complain internally that the prices at this restaurant were higher than others, yet the taste was unusually mediocre.
After swallowing the food, Atomic Samurai stood up abruptly from his seat and strode over to King.
At this moment, King was enjoying an "influencer" restaurant he had recently seen online, his face turning greener with every bite.
Damn it, not only is it so expensive, but it's also so disgusting. What a piece of crap! To hell with influencer restaurants!
These past two days, King only wanted to relax properly. Once he had relaxed enough, he would unhesitatingly drag the Bald Demon King along to charge into the High-Dimensional World and attack God.
And in the next second, a somewhat hesitant voice suddenly appeared by his ear:
"Um... King, what a coincidence. You're eating at this restaurant too?"
Hearing the slightly familiar voice, King turned his head in confusion. Seeing the other person's wanderer attire, he instantly realized his identity.
Oh, it's Atomic Samurai.
Standing before the The Strongest Man on Earth, Atomic Samurai, for some reason, felt every cell in his body trembling wildly. It was as if a soft, cute little bunny had encountered a tiger at the top of the food chain, shaking uncontrollably.
The subconscious trembling of his body made Atomic Samurai's words come out somewhat stuttered, which made his expression look even worse.
Damn it, don't lose face! What on earth am I doing!
Actually, this wasn't Atomic Samurai's fault at all; it was purely due to King himself.
Now, under the effect of the passive skill "Infinite Evolution", he had become extremely powerful, and his life level had far surpassed that of humanity itself.
This also created a problem: King's level crushed all current humans. Whether he wanted to or not, humans would involuntarily feel awe upon seeing him.
This was a near-instinctive awe and worship, an instinct of the law of the jungle engraved in the genes, as well as reverence for the strong.
Seeing Atomic Samurai's nervous expression, King was full of question marks.
Wait, buddy, what are you coming to see me for?
King also hadn't expected that while he just wanted to relax and check out some food spots, he would run into his fellow S-Class Hero, Atomic Samurai.
One can only say the world is truly small. Sometimes, when fate arrives, it can't be stopped.
Under King's gaze, Atomic Samurai grew increasingly nervous. He even subconsciously gripped the sword at his waist, and a sharp aura burst forth uncontrollably from him.
Sensing the surrounding air becoming as sharp as blades, King's gaze also gradually became somewhat unfriendly.
This guy comes over, calls my name, doesn't say a word, and now puts on a combat stance. He's looking for trouble, isn't he!
If possible, King actually didn't want to fight Atomic Samurai. After all, this kid was too weak; a light flick of the finger might leave him unconscious.
But if this guy insisted on looking for trouble, King didn't mind giving him a little lesson.
Atomic Samurai, meanwhile, was holding it in until his face was flushed red. He quietly reached his right hand down to the flesh of his thigh and gave it a hard twist.
Speak up, you damn mouth!
Feeling the intense pain, his face twitched involuntarily, and he finally broke free from that mysterious state of awe.
Atomic Samurai, who only barely escaped that bizarre state by relying on pain, couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.
This is the power of The Strongest Man on Earth, King! Just one look almost made me lose the ability to resist!