From Onepunch-Man Begins Magical Adventure

"By the way, King, what about the console?"

Sensing that King was already holding back, Jossen deliberately diverted the subject.

"Come on, come on, take it out, and while it's going to take a while to eat supper, let's have a game first."

When it comes to playing games, King must be in his heart, and suddenly his face is no longer bitter, and his back is straight.

"Ah, okay, in my other bag, I'll go get it."

Five minutes later.

The words "GAME OVER" appeared on the TV, and Josson lost his mind for a moment, wondering why he had entered "Spider Time" and why he still couldn't interrupt the relentless streak of the game characters controlled by King.

Is this called talent?

"Don't fight, don't fight, the children are all beaten."

His own game character fell to the ground screaming, and Qiao Sen put down the handle depressedly: "King, I already know your strength, and I will hand over the task of challenging you to Saitama after that."

Seeing Qiao Sen admit defeat, King, who had been suffering from a bitter face, showed a slight smile: "Hehe, games are indeed areas that I am rarely good at."

"Hey, hey, the seafood pot is coming~"

At this time, Saitama came with a hot pot, and Qiao Sen quickly used his superpower to pull the game console, and the settlement screen of the defeat on the TV suddenly turned into a blue screen.

"Okay, the previous paragraph is pinched, let's go have supper!"

King smiled, "Okay. The

TV screen switched back to the free disaster channel, and the atmosphere in the living room suddenly warmed up as the same ingredients were served.

Qiao Sen used his telekinesis to suspend the ingredients that couldn't fit on the coffee table in the air, "Saitama, do you still have beer in the refrigerator?"

Saitama got up and walked to the refrigerator when he heard this: "Yes?" I remember you brought a lot of them last time. "

Then let's make two more mentions and celebrate, we have one more member of the hot pot group."

"Okay!"

Ready, the three of them each opened a bottle of beer.

"Cheers!" ×3

All kinds of ingredients are in the pot, and Qiao Sen and Saitama have started the first wave of competition while the meat slices are boiled.

King looked at the scene in front of him and suddenly felt a little sour, only to realize that he had been so lonely in the past twenty-seven years of life.

"Qiao Sen-san, Saitama clan, thank you!"

"Huh? Why did I suddenly feel sad.

"You don't have to be polite to us, this thing is hot pot, if you start slowly, you won't have to eat it!"

Looking

at the hot pot that was already empty and only had soup base, King couldn't help but doubt his life.

Did you cook something in this pot just now?

Seeing that King hadn't eaten a bite, Saitama pushed the boiled white and red octopus fillet in front of him in front of King, "Do you want to taste it?" Delicious boiled octopus flakes! And my special mustard sauce! King

subconsciously thought of the huge octopus freak who almost sent him back to the west in the afternoon, and just wanted to say thank you, but he heard Qiao Sen, who was adding vegetables to the pot, say: "It is recommended not to eat it, it is cooked, but there is a high probability that it will have diarrhea."

King: "..."Saitama: "..."

King did not hesitate to withdraw the chopsticks that had just been poked out, and the action was so decisive that Saitama's

eyes blackened on the spot.

"Hey, hey, there's a limit to slander!"

Two hours later, the group of three was full of wine and food.

King, who has the worst physique, has already vomited twice in the toilet, and even Saitama is a little drunk, pulling Qiao Sen's thigh and threatening to fight another 300 rounds.

Qiao Sen kicked Saitama back, and used his telekinesis to clean up the mess all over the ground: "Okay, okay, I'll be in charge of washing the dishes today, and the next stage will be handed over to you!" "

The stage, what stage?"

Saitama looked confused, but King reacted, took a sip of hangover flower tea, picked up the handle on the ground and said, "So Saitama, do you want to challenge me too?" "

Game?" Saitama subconsciously took the controller, and suddenly became interested after reacting a lot, "Okay, I'm still very interested in playing games or something!"

King's pale, somewhat pale after vomiting, calmed down, and a look of confidence flashed on his face: "Then come on!" In

the kitchen, Qiao Sen separated the dishes and garbage from each other, and then called out the almighty F-cub.

F-cub thoughtfully waved his hand to signal the body to get out of here, understanding Qiao Sen's eagerness to see Saitama being tortured and killed, and he picked up the apron hanging on the wall and tied it, and entered the housekeeping mode.

Fortunately, the two people in the living room don't have time to pay attention to the kitchen now, otherwise they will see the supernatural image of the apron floating in the air doing housework.

By the time Josen arrived, Saitama had already sensed something was wrong.

"Wait a minute, why is my handle not responding? I've already pressed the counterattack action?

"Because I cracked your counterattack the moment you fought back."

King said calmly, and at the same time operated the game character to recruit a big end, and simply collected the blood volume of the Saitama character.

Saitama shook his head in disbelief: "It must be the reason for drinking too much, come again!" "

Half an hour later.

"No—"

After beating King's character into a state of blood, Saitama watched as King lightly completed the supernatural operation of the one-handed shield against the ten cuts.

The great joy and sorrow of life was only in a moment, and Saitama, who had experienced an unprecedented fiasco, let out a miserable scream, and his eyes turned white and fell to the ground.

Saitama, defeated 108 times, can't get up again.

King lifted the teacup beside him and took a sip.

Click!

The Polaroid in Jossen's hand recorded this precious scene.

......

A week later.

Qiao Sen took some time to deal with the affairs of the police station for a week, and then he was urged by Apricot to get out of the way.

The so-called processing is to sign the documents that need to be signed by him, and the special affairs department of Z City has already taken the shape of a certain black widow.

For this result, of course, a certain hand-off shopkeeper is happy to see it.

When he snapped his fingers to the park, he saw King, wearing a pain mask, doing squat training under Saitama's supervision.

“48...... 49...... Come on, one more will break through 50! King, you can!

King's tall but not strong body squatted down tremblingly, large drops of sweat running down the scars, the bruises on his forehead erupted, and the strong emotions converged into a suffocated roar

- "Drink-

" "50!! You did it! "

Smack.

"No, no,"

King gasped as he sat on the grass in the park.

"That's all for today's training, maintaining such a terrifying amount of training every day, I will definitely die suddenly!"