One Punch of Justice

The cell was silent.

Except for the set of clothes thrown in at the beginning, no one came again for the time being.

With clothes in his hand, Saitama is considering whether to travel around the world.

I didn't do anything wrong.

If you have to be locked up for a long time, that's unbearable.

Just when Saitama hesitated.

The boy who was locked up with Saitama was also watching him quietly.

Although the young man wanted to ask a lot, he didn't know how to speak for a while.

...

if……

If there is nothing wrong with your sense of smell.

On the street just now, the curly-haired man in a suit who was knocked down by the bald gentleman in front of him should be the ancestor of all ghosts—Gimai Tsuji.

The smell on his body is exactly the same as the smell left when all his family members were wiped out!

But if that person is really Ghost Dance Tsuji Mumi...

Isn't it absurd that this unattractive bald man almost chopped Onimai Tsujimu into an imbecile with one blow of the hand knife?

"That...that..."

After hesitating for a long time, the boy decided to speak, and bowed politely to Saitama: "Hello, my name is Tanjiro Kamado, although I saw the truth about what happened just now, I still couldn't help you... "

"Ah, don't worry about it."

Saitama came back to his senses and waved his hand: "I have also taught that guy a lesson, no matter which world you are in, it seems that there are such hooligans who attack people indiscriminately."

"That person...may not be an ordinary hooligan..."

Tanjiro squeezed his fingers, organized his own words, and then asked Saitama, "Excuse me, what's your name?"

Saitama blinked: "Saitama."

"Mr. Saitama..."

Tanjiro looked at Saitama, his eyes full of sincerity: "This is the first time I have seen a strong person like you, Mr. Saitama, but after you go out, please be careful, that person just now... Even if it is not Mumai Tsuji, it must be Ghost, maybe he will come back to take revenge on Saitama-san..."

"Wu Mi? What is that?"

Saitama thought for a while, then clapped his hands: "Ah, is it a weird guy who is very powerful in the local area? It doesn't matter, I'm super strong..."

"It's not a weirdo, it's a ghost."

Tanjiro explained very seriously: "Maybe you won't believe it, Mr. Saitama, but there are indeed ghosts in this world. Some ghosts have unique 'blood ghost skills'. Mr. Saitama is indeed very strong, but if you are not prepared if……"

Before he finished speaking, Tanjiro suddenly smelled the ghosts approaching!

"Oops!"

Tanjiro reached out to draw the sword, but found nothing, and then remembered that when he was imprisoned just now, the Japanese sword had been confiscated!

And at this moment!

"Boom!!!" sounded!

The walls of the detention room suddenly burst!

A handball flew in like a cannonball, and hit Saitama hard on the back of the head! Make a bang!

"Mr. Saitama!"

Tanjiro shouted nervously, wanting to rush to protect Saitama.

But even though he was hit on the back of the human's very fragile head by a handball that could easily smash the wall, he couldn't even shake Saitama.

The aftermath of the impact gradually rose, and the handball fell to the ground weakly.

Saitama turned around with a dark face.

Outside the prison, such a voice came...

"Sure enough, it's hidden here... Speaking of which, Susamaru, what you did is immature, or is it too simple, killing everyone here..."

"You're so annoying, thanks to my handball, it's been cleared so quickly from here..."

but……

After a while, something seemed wrong outside.

"Strange, why didn't the handball fly back?"

"And there was only one impact..."

Just when the two ghosts outside the house were puzzled.

They saw a bald man slowly walking out of the detention room with a handball in his hand.

"I said you two brats..."

Originally, Saitama was just covered in black lines.

But when he walked out of the detention room and saw corpses all over the ground and blood flowing into rivers, the black lines gradually disappeared and the painting style began to change.

"..."

Saitama looked at them: "Did you do it?"

"?"

The two ghosts glanced at each other: "Of course it's us..."

The words are not finished.

"Boom!" There was a muffled sound!

The female ghost named Zhu Shawan's head exploded on the spot, and her body fell to the ground weakly.

Not far away, Saitama stretched out his clenched right hand, remaining energetic.

There was a dead silence.

Even Tanjiro, who rushed out to look for Hirinkō, stayed there, his mind blank.

He also killed ghosts.

But all the ghosts can be wiped out after a hard fight, and then cutting off the neck with a sun wheel knife.

Mr. Saitama, he...

It turned out that he just swung a punch, without even touching it, he just punched the ghost's head!

this world……

Can anyone be so strong! ?

And at this time.

Yabaha, who came with Zhu Shamaru, was even more horrified when he saw his accomplice who fell down and never got up again!

wrong!

This is impossible!

Only when the neck is cut off by the sun wheel knife, or directly irradiated by the sun, can the ghost's regeneration be prevented and the ghost can be completely killed!

In addition, it doesn't matter even if your body is smashed to pieces!

But……

After his head exploded, Zhu Shawan never got up again.

Dead clean!

Inexplicably, Yawaha felt a chill from the bottom of her feet to the top of her head! Even his hands began to tremble unconsciously.

Turning his head stiffly, he looked at the bald man standing in front of him...

That's right...

it's him!

The person that Lord Onimai Tsuji wants to kill is him!

But it was clearly Twelve Ghost Moons, but he was killed like a bedbug before he even had time to react...

This bald man... is the real monster! ! !

escape!

Get as far away as possible! ! !

Yawaha's intuition was screaming hysterically to warn him!

But……

On the side of Mr. Onimai Tsuji, how should we deal with it?

"Bastard... bastard..."

Yabayu raised his hands, and the eyes in the palms opened suddenly: "It's just a mere human being, I can kill you easily! Don't underestimate my blood ghost technique - Hongjie..."

The words are not finished.

Saitama punched again.

The huge impact directly crushed Yawaha's entire body until there was no dust left!

In the past, they didn't know how many people they killed.

But this time.

Kicked the iron plate.

Before he died, he didn't even finish saying the name of his vampire art.

...

"Mr. Saitama..."

Tanjiro stared blankly at Saitama: "You are really... so strong."

"ah."

Saitama glanced at the people who died tragically on the ground, and then at the two ghosts lying in a pool of blood: "Is this a ghost?... Can you tell me in detail what happened in this world? Tan... Tan (Tan )..." At this point, Saitama suddenly got stuck.

After thinking for a long time, he suddenly clapped his hands.

"Day Yaki (Tan) け めるオーム! (Sunscreen)"

"...It's Tanjiro."