A huge hole instantly pierced through the protective wall, and a tall figure stood faintly in the floating smoke.
The figure walked step by step, breaking through the dust, revealing its frightening appearance. It was an intelligent robot, and it was over five meters tall, emitting a metallic luster. It was carrying two rocket launchers.
âHuh? Itâs a God-Level Monster Terminator, everyone, run!!!.â
Residents fled, panicked, and screamed after seeing The Terminator.
BOOM!
The rocket launcher on the robotâs shoulder fired violently. The shell ripping into the shelter, causing its walls to fall to the ground, sending flames everywhere.
âHey, stop!â
A figure walked out in the light of the fire, and a cold voice passed through the sparks, cold eyes, indifferent expression, and cold auraâŠ
âAh!? Thatâs the King. King! An S-Class hero.â
âWhat about King? The opponent is a God-Level monster. No matter how strong King is, he wonât be able to defeat the opponent. If he comes, he will just die in vain. Itâs better if he runs away and saves his own life.â
âKing, you have to run quickly and conserve your strength for meaningful things.â
The people under the walls screamed.
âEscape?â Wang Feng twitched and said with a grin, âIf the hero escapes, who will fight?â He looked directly at the robot, and the âThubâThubâThubâ â of his heart boomed out.
âThis sound⊠itâs the King Engine!?â
âKing⊠has entered a battle state .â
âHe can escape. Why is he staying here to die?â
Residents looked at the tall figure in confusion.
âWhat for? Heâs here for us!â A young man bitterly hit his badly dislocated leg with both hands, crying loudly, âThe King came for us, incompetent humans, knowing that he will die, he does not hesitate, because he is a hero, he is a Hero who stands in front of us and protects us from the wind and rainââ
âHero? Hahahaha, I can beat them to a pulp with one fist.â The robot seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world.
Wang Feng silently looked at the laughing robot and said lightly, âHave you laughed enough?â
âUm?â
The robot stared at Wang Feng fiercely, âDamn hero, go to hell!â He slapped Wang Feng with a punch.
BOOM!
Wang Feng flew out and hit the wall.
âHey, King, let me end you.â
The robot was in a strong and unforgiving position. He kicked his legs, raised his fists, and quickly approached Wang Feng, who fell to the ground.
âKing, be careful!!!â The survivors screamed in horror.
Wang Feng sat down, suddenly smirked, took out a packet of spicy strips, pointed at the camera, and said, âAt this time, I will eat spicy strips to suppress my surprise.â I took the spicy strip, put it in my mouth, chewed it a few times, and then swallowed it.
âFull energy.â
Wang Feng exploded and punched the robot.
âKing!â The survivors screamed in unison.
Wang Feng held up a spicy strip in front of the camera, âWhen facing danger, eat a spicy strip to suppress your shock and replenish yourself with the high-calorie energy. You too can be a hero.â
Wang Feng watched the spicy strip commercial on TV at home, hid his face, and didnât dare to watch it again. This advertisement had ruined his name. Sitch had told him that his advertisements would show off his fiery side.
Damn, he was really hot. After eating the spicy strips, that is! He was sweating profusely and got angry easily.
However, this was different from your blood boiling, you know?!
He was crying without tears. He knew it was a strange advertisement.
âWell, Iâll go out to get some air first. Otherwise, I will be depressed to death.âWang Feng walked out from home just to find some fresh air.
Since filming this spicy strip commercial, he hadnât left home. He was afraid of being recognized. What if someone pointed at him and said, âHey, isnât that the Spicy Strip King?â
He put on his black hat, hid his appearance, and opened the door to exit.
An explosion sounded, and Wang Feng, who had just left the house, stared blankly at the crumbling wall in front of him. Beyond the broken wall stood a robot full of blast holes.
The outstretched robotic palm suddenly emitted a large amount of fire, and Wang Feng couldnât dodge it and burned. After the burst of flames passed, Wang Fengâs clothes burned to the ground, leaving only a pair of boxer shorts.
âThe target still shows signs of life. Rocket launcher readyâŠâ
The robotâs eyes flashed as it scanned the fire. Holes flipped open all over the body before a yellow light flashed from each blast hole.
BOOM BOOM BOOM!!
Shooting more than a dozen rockets!
âFuck.â Wang Feng crossed his arms in front of his face. The rockets arrived in the blink of an eye and bombarded him.
BOOM BOOM BOOM!!
There were a lot of explosions, and the house turned into ruins. Wang Feng stood up from the rubble, out of breath, and scorched. He stared at the robot coldly and shouted, âWho are you? Who sent you here?â
âThe target is not dead, nuclear battery self-explosion system activatedâŠâ
Wang Feng was startled and prepared to dodge, but the robot rushed over at a blinding speed and hugged him half a second laterâŠ
BOOM!!
A mushroom cloud rose into the sky.
âBastard!â
The smoke slowly dissipated, revealing Wang Feng standing firmly on the rubble as he stared at the pile of scrap metal. His expression was serious. The clothes on his body had been burnt to a cinder. Only a pair of boxers remained intact after the incendiary cannons, rockets, and nuclear explosion.
Wang Feng, who had just opened the door and was about to go out, when he suddenly heard that advertisement on the TV from behind him. He had just staggered to his feet, but it instantly caused him to lose balance. The Hero Association had proposed two advertisements to him. One would be a fiery advertisement, um, accurate, while this was the scathing ad. Huh, wasnât that underwear commercial quite exciting?
Well, Hero Association, Mr. Sitch, I will remember you, donât give me a chance. Otherwise, it will make you vomit blood.
He held the door, uncomfortable. He felt like he had eaten dead flies. His liver was hurting along with his gallbladder, and he was vomiting blood in his heart.
A Lonely Street in Z-City.
Saitama leaned back on his bed, staring at the underwear commercial on TV. Noticing that the underwear Wang Feng was wearing in the advertisement was still okay after being bombarded by artillery fire several times, he closed his eyes and scratched. Muttered to himself, âThose menâs underwear is very strong. I really want it. I just donât know if the supermarket will sell that underwear during its special saleâŠâ
This was Saitamaâs first time meeting Wang Feng, and it was actually from an underwear commercial, which was⊠a bit of a shame!