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"This martial arts tournament in this world is pretty lame, isn't?"
On the stands of the martial arts tournament, the Xiao Yao, watching the match listlessly, propped her chin with her hand, lazily yawned and said, "Let's find up more Book of Ages when we have a chance, and then go to Dragon Ball to watch the Martial Arts Tournament…"
Indeed, since the resources from the Minecraft world were almost used up, the Xiao Yao felt too lazy to return, opting instead to join Fang Mo in the excitement.
But as she said, this so-called martial arts tournament… was indeed quite lame. Although it gathered martial arts masters from across the nation, it's important to realize that this is a world where the upper limit of martial arts is too low, and simply no match for those cheaters.
Fortunately, both of them had seen the original story and knew that this part of the plot wasn't very interesting, so they were psychologically prepared.
Now, they were just watching Saitama or Suiryu breeze through opponents effortlessly.
"Dragon Ball, huh..."
Fang Mo, on the other hand, was quite leisurely, enjoying the feeling of having his partner continuously by his side. No matter how boring the martial arts matches were, he seemed to find enjoyment in them: "That world is indeed quite interesting. I'd like to visit if I get the chance."
"Right, it's part of my childhood memories."
The Xiao Yao casually said, "During the summer holidays when I was a kid, the only thing that could get me up early was watching Arale and Dragon Ball. But often, they would switch to selling fake medicine ads…"
"Because the old men and women would come back from the morning market, and of course they had to play those miracle doctor ads."
Fang Mo casually replied, then suddenly seemed to think of something, thoughtfully stroking his chin: "Hey Xiao Yao, what if I wish to the Dragon for an all-inclusive service, what would it do?"
"Then you'd probably have to turn into a bus."
The Xiao Yao replied irritably.
"Haha." Fang Mo couldn't help but laugh, no wonder he felt comfortable around her, after all, who in this dramatic world could understand such obscure jokes?
(TL: It so obscure that the Translator don't know about it!)
Thinking of this, Fang Mo also reached out and tousled the other's hair: "Ah, it's really good to have you."
"If you really want to go, you'd probably have to start running maps later."
The Xiao Yao swatted Fang Mo's hand away and then fixed her hair, saying: "You can directly run maps in the Abyssal Wasteland, and I'll make you a Quantum Ring then. Just let Steve fly and run... I remember there are a lot of reward boxes on the ground there."
"I don't need to go through the hoops then."
Fang Mo shook his head: "I drew a Quick Wind Ring the other day, I was thinking of letting you use it, but since you've ascended mechanically… I might as well leave it for Steve to use."
Speaking of this, Fang Mo also reminisced.
He seemed to have a whole bag full of rewards in his backpack.
Indeed, since Fang Mo came to the One Punch Man world, he had already drawn two large batches of rewards, like the Feminized Core, Creation Spike, Defense Cup, Test Subject 115, Oil Spring, and other such items, he really had amassed a large collection, though he had been too lazy to study them recently.
Thinking about it now.
He had indeed been slacking off a bit lately.
Since he tricked the Xiao Yao into coming, Fang Mo's own dangerous thoughts had basically disappeared, and now every day he just muddled along without any sense of crisis or urgency, even thinking about playing mahjong when bored.
Thinking of this, Fang Mo suddenly realized that he had been a bit negligent lately.
So he also reflected a little.
Initially, Fang Mo was lazily leaning on a chair, legs crossed, enjoying the match below, but after realizing he had been too slack, he immediately shifted his focus to Steve, planning to do some serious work.
Like taking the opportunity to study some of the reward items.
"That would work too."
But the Xiao Yao clearly didn't know what Fang Mo was thinking. At this moment, she nodded casually, but the next second she suddenly froze: "Huh? Saitama is up again... Oh my! It's Bakuzan!"
"Ah? Bakuzan is up?"
Hearing what the Xiao Yao said, Fang Mo once again drew his attention.
He looked up to the stage and indeed saw the legendary Bakuzan.
The opponent was a burly man with a full beard and thick eyebrows, currently wearing a white training suit, but deliberately exposing his arms and chest area. His muscles looked very solid and he was indeed a fairly strong fighter.
However, as opposed to his strength, his mindset was quite the opposite.
Since the match hadn't officially started yet, normally it would be time for the fighters to interact and introduce their own styles.
But Bakuzan didn't show any such masterly demeanor, instead revealing a somewhat cruel smile.
He kept moving his hands or feet on Saitama across from him.
Fang Mo, who had swallowed countless essence berries and was in excellent physical condition, just needed to listen attentively to hear the dialogue between them. Bakuzan was indeed making some threatening remarks, saying he would first smash Saitama's knees, then break his vertebrae, and finally chop open his fontanelle with a hand-chop.
But when Bakuzan provocatively tapped Saitama's head.
Saitama really couldn't stand it anymore.
Because just now, his wig suddenly shifted slightly, which if it fell off would definitely blow his cover, so he instinctively threw a punch.
"Don't touch my wig."
Along with Saitama's complaint, Bakuzan didn't even have time to react, his stomach suddenly caved in, his eyes bulged out at the same time, and his body, having been hit hard, arched like a cooked shrimp and was blasted from the ring, heavily smashing into a nearby wall.
"Wow, Charanko, Charanko!"
Seeing Bakuzan being knocked out, the audience below erupted into cheers.
It has to be said that the ordinary people in this One Punch world are really clueless. Saitama just changed his workout clothes and wore a rough wig, and these people actually took him for Charanko.
And correspondingly, while they cheered for Saitama, they also continuously booed Bakuzan. Yes, these people really had no discerning ability. In their view, it was obvious that Bakuzan was too weak, yet he still claimed to have won the martial arts tournament championship twice.
"Alright, the invincible Bakuzan has fallen."
Seeing Bakuzan down, Fang Mo also withdrew his attention from the stage, continuing to study his reward items.
"By the way, you have to go down for the match soon, right?"
The Xiao Yao also withdrew her gaze, thought for a moment, and asked: "What if you draw Saitama? Wouldn't you be knocked out with one punch? Do you have an Undying Totem? Just to be safe, shouldn't you carry one..."
"Sorry, I've never worn such a thing in my life."
Fang Mo dismissed it with a wave of his hand.
"…Isn't that choice of word a bit off?" Hearing this, the Xiao Yao frowned, but then she chuckled mockingly: "You probably never had the chance to wear one, right?"
"Why are you so fixated on these details?"
Fang Mo also touched his forehead, normally speaking such homophonic jokes wouldn't be caught by anyone, but due to the localization mod issues, this led to Fang Mo and others communicating more like they were using thoughts, no matter what language they spoke, it would automatically shove a subtitle in the other person's mind to help translate.
(TL: every translators dream)
Thinking of this, Fang Mo also proactively corrected himself: "Anyway, this is the reset version of Saitama, not the original, even the Garou could fight him for a couple of rounds… Do you think I'd be afraid?"
"His new setting is exponential growth, isn't it?"
The Xiao Yao insisted: "Maybe you won't be able to hold on as the fight goes on?"
"In that case, when I go down and fight him later, you first put your foot in my mouth." Fang Mo reached out and took the Eternal Gem handed over by Steve, a flash of white light materialized, and then he examined the gem while saying: "Wait until I lose, then you pull your foot out, let's see how long I can last…"
"Get lost, disgusting."
The Xiao Yao immediately punched Fang Mo when she heard this: "You're so perverted, why don't you just turn into a sock and slip onto my foot?"
"…Huh!?"
Fang Mo was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came to a realization looking at the Xiao Yao.
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Seeing this look, the Xiao Yao immediately reacted, feeling a bit uneasy as she shrank in her seat: "Hey, it's your turn to compete… hurry up and go down!"
"Ugh… buzzkill."
Hearing this, Fang Mo also disdainfully pursed his lips, but the other party was indeed not talking nonsense, it really was his turn to compete.
So he shook his head and slowly stood up from his seat: "Is there a reward if I win?"
"A heat-driven mechanical gear as a reward."
"Heh, is it made of copper?"
"Get lost!"
After casually chatting a few more words with the other party, Fang Mo smiled, feeling very good, and walked towards the competition ring.
Since the martial arts tournament was by draw, Fang Mo didn't directly face Saitama, but instead encountered someone who looked a bit familiar, a tall and scholarly man dressed in a plaid sweater and white dress pants, wearing black gloves. As soon as Fang Mo stepped onto the stage, the other was already observing him.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the person standing in front of you is this year's newcomer to the martial arts world!"
As soon as Fang Mo stepped onto the stage, the referee immediately began the introduction: "Unlike the veteran fighter Choze on the other side, standing in front of everyone here is the founder of a new martial arts… Mr. Fang Mo!"
"Not only that, he is also one of the S-rank heroes of the Hero Association today, the Priest of the Original God Church!"
The word "Priest" had just been said, and the entire stadium immediately erupted.
The cheers were like waves, not just the audience around the ring, even the round-card girls became excited, many people were enthusiastically shouting, and even took out a bunch of fan signs with "Priest" written on them, followed by a lot of hearts and such.
However, it is worth mentioning.
Fang Mo's fans were not just these girls, even many young men, aunts, and old men were holding signs and screaming.
Even Fang Mo himself was surprised to see this scene.
He didn't realize that the church had developed so well without his knowledge, achieving perfect development across all ages, truly the power of a gold coin is strong... Truly catering to all ages, after all, who doesn't like gold?
"Ah, Priest! Priest!"
Countless fans below were frantically waving signs and shouting, even a few took out nets and shouted: "Throw it here! Priest, please bless me!"
However, unlike the rest of the bustling crowd.
The Xiao Yao, seeing this scene, was completely puzzled.
"???"
She subconsciously looked around, then at Fang Mo, completely confused.
Honestly, even if she racked her brains, she couldn't understand how, in the time she returned to the Minecraft world to grind on machinery, this guy became so popular.
"Cough cough… I didn't expect Mr. Priest's appearance to cause such a stir."
It has to be said, the referee seemed quite surprised as well, but as the referee and host of the match, of course, he hoped the scene could be even more heated, after all, this was a televised broadcast, and high viewership meant he also got a bonus.
So after thinking for a moment, he immediately threw out another piece of news.
"Perhaps many of you are unaware, Mr. Priest's challenge to the martial arts world... actually brought a set of his own created martial arts."
Sure enough.
As soon as he said this.
The audience immediately became even more excited.
Many people were intoxicated, shouting things like "I want to confess" and other strange phrases.
Clearly, these audience members were very excited, after all, S-rank heroes in this world are already super popular, inherently bringing in traffic, and in an instant, everyone began to speculate about what Priest's self-created martial arts would be. The Cross Confession Fist? Or the Exploding Gold Palm?
If it were the latter.
These audience members were already prepared to rush the stage to grab gold at the first opportunity.
And at this moment, the host also smiled, feeling that the heat of the venue was about right, he naturally didn't keep them in suspense any longer.
"So… do you all want to know what martial arts Mr. Priest has brought this time?"
As the host said this, he slowly walked towards the audience, shouting loudly: "That's right! It's the Green Fly Rubbing Hands Fist!"
"…"
Instantly, the entire venue fell into a dead silence.
It was so quiet that even a pin drop could be clearly heard.
Even a couple of beautiful girls in the front row, due to excessive shock, dropped their fan signs with a clatter to the ground.