Uchiha Family's Reincarnation

Chapter 312 In the game, I am willing to call you the strongest!

"Huh... we finally came out. No one should have noticed anything wrong, right?"

In the alley at the far end of the street, Saitama sighed in relief with his back to the restaurant.

"I heard that you are a professional hero, or an A-level one?"

A voice suddenly sounded not far behind Saitama.

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The evil wolf stood behind Saitama, crossing his arms and looking at the bald head in front of him.

The employees in the store couldn't catch up with him and jumped over the wall to avoid seeing him. They just heard Saitama talking about his hero and thought of their mission, so they came over.

Saitama was suddenly startled and was too frightened to look back.

"Um, may I ask..."

"You just came out of that restaurant, right? You are the person I'm looking for."

The evil wolf sneered, looked at Saitama and said.

An A-level hero should be enough to compete.

Saitama didn't dare to look back now.

"Sorry! You got the wrong person!"

Without even looking, Saitama punched behind him, controlling his power and knocking the wolf unconscious, before striding forward and running away.

He had to go back to the association branch to see if his wallet was left there.

At the scene, in this deserted alley, only the fainted wolf was lying quietly on the ground. It was not until more than an hour later that he got up from the ground, rubbing his head in confusion.

"I was... coming out after eating the King's meal, and then... what happened next?"

The evil wolf's eyes were dull and he felt that he was suffering from indirect amnesia.

In fact, this was just a temporary amnesia.

"Yo, you're here, wolf."

A strange man with long hair, a bandage on his face, and two long knives at the end of his arms came out of the corner.

This is the ghost-level weirdo of the Monster Association, the King of Cutting, and his strength is also top-notch among the ghost-level.

Behind him is another ghost-level weirdo, Eyesight - a female weirdo with snakes all over her hair.

And now, this weirdo's hair is wrapped around an ugly kid with a chin like a butt.

"Uncle? You!"

The ugly child looked at the wolf with a shocked expression.

He is Snot Male, and he knew the Wolf. The two even became friends for a time. Even the reason why the Wolf was able to kill the heroes of the association even though he was seriously injured was because he had read the latest issue of the Hero Illustrated by Snot Male. I learned a lot of useful information.

"Oh? Do you know him? But this kid is the son of Alnig, the founder of the Heroes Association, and his weight is much higher than the two hostages captured before."

He looked at the wolf carefully and said.

"You plan to take him back? What next?"

The evil wolf ignored the Snot Bear and just stared at the two weirdos and asked.

"Of course we cut them into pieces. Da Jiongyan believes that being alive can make those heroes more vulnerable to attack. But with our current strength, more than ten dragon-level combat power and more than twenty ghost-level combat power, There are even monster kings with even more unfathomable strength. Even those S-class heroes will only be our turtles in the jar. When those S-class heroes enter the Monster Association, these humans will lose their lives. "

The Cutting King slapped Snotlout Hero on the face with his long knife arm, and said in the tone of a perverted murderer.

Snivellion Male was frightened to the point of peeing at this time.

"I see."

The evil wolf nodded slightly, and then estimated the distance between them.

"Ah fight!"

His eyesight was knocked away by the evil wolf's punch, and the Cutting King was kicked to the wall.

"run!"

The wolf yelled at Snotlout Bear.

However, Snot Bear was so frightened that he peed on the spot and sat down on the ground.

"no way……"

The evil wolf had no choice but to stand in front of the Snot Bear.

Because of his childhood experiences, all he wanted to do was to expose the hypocrisy of the hero, and believed that only he could become a "weird" standing on the opposite side of the hero.

The weirdos he understood stood on the opposite side of "heroes" rather than real weirdos. On the contrary, this guy would leave a life for all heroes, as long as they were human beings, but he was never merciless when dealing with weirdos.

It can only be said that this guy's brain is not normal. In the ninja world, it may have something in common with those mentally ill. If he has the Sharingan, this guy must have the potential to open the kaleidoscope.

"Human beings are still human beings. Even if you claim to be a weirdo, you still have one foot on the side of humanity. Why, do you want to be a hero and protect that kid with a butt on his chin?"

His eyesight commented on the evil wolf, but his footsteps quietly moved behind the Cutting King.

The wolf can defeat multiple S-class heroes, but his strength may not be as fast as the dragon-level strongmen in the Monster Association, and there is no guarantee that he can beat the wolf with his eyesight.

If something happens, it's better to let the cutting king come forward. This guy is good at close combat and is stronger than himself, so he is more suitable to rush in front.

To be honest, if I hadn't known that the evil wolf was still seriously injured, I wouldn't have wanted to see it.

The evil wolf also knew that he was injured and could not use his full strength, so he took on the posture of the Flowing Water Shattering Fist from the beginning and was prepared to deal with it sternly.

The battle is about to break out.

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"Oh, Mirror, Genos, why are you here? Aren't you still in a meeting? And King, you are here too."

Saitama, who had just returned home and was about to look for his wallet, saw Ming Jing, Saitama, and Genos as soon as he opened the door.

"Teacher Saitama, the meeting has ended. Mr. King is here to get back the game cartridge he lent you last time."

Genos, wearing an apron and washing the dishes, explained to Saitama.

"So this is ah."

Saitama replied as he walked towards the table.

As soon as he came in, he saw his wallet that he had left here.

"Saitama-kun, can you give in a little bit? The screen is blocked. It will be difficult to fight with Mirror-kun without looking at the screen."

King said with a serious face, turned his head sideways, looked at half of the screen, and at the same time controlled his game character to stand in the corner to defend.

"Eh? Oh!"

Saitama immediately ran under the sofa and sat down cross-legged, watching the screen controlling the characters to fight.

"K.O!"

Two minutes later, the screen echoed with the sounds of characters celebrating.

"Si Guoyi! Ming Jing, you can actually beat the king when you play games!"

Saitama gave a thumbs up to the mirror.

"No, it's just a fluke. It was you, Saitama, who blocked the screen just now, but I could see the screen even without my eyes, so I took the opportunity to get the first move and gain a little advantage."

Ming Jing shook his head and said.

At this time, on the screen, the character controlled by Ming Jing only had the last thin layer of blood skin left.

"And this is the only game I won after playing with King for half an afternoon. In the previous eleven rounds, I had three draws and eight losses, and I didn't win a single game."

Ming Jing's eyes looked at King with a desire to explore.

His hand speed has reached the limit that the controller can accept, and he even uses the method of predicting the future by seeing things.

But even if you can't beat King, you can only draw a tie even if you try your best.

It is estimated that this guy can truly reach the upper limit of what the game character can achieve.

No one can defeat King in the field of gaming, just like no one can defeat Saitama in the field of combat.

If there is a limiter in the gaming field, then King's level of release is definitely the same as Saitama's, and it falls into the category of complete release.

"Oh, that's actually about the same as me. The only difference is that you barely won one round."

Saitama rubbed his head and smiled.

He played against King and never won a game, and Ming Jing never defeated King under normal circumstances. To a certain extent, their records were on the same level.

"Saitama-kun, when I played with you, I only used two fingers, but when I played with Mirror-kun, I used all my strength."

King looked at Saitama speechlessly and said.

He didn't expect Saitama to be so thick-skinned.

But soon, King was plunged into a fierce battle again.

This is the first existence he has encountered since he started playing the game that is worthy of his full strength!

In the past, King always won by crushing his opponents with unsuspecting skills, but now, even if Ming Jing excludes the previous game that he won due to Saitama's influence, he is the only one to get a draw from him. opponent.

"Mr. Mirror!"

"Um?"

"In terms of games, I, the King, would like to call you the strongest!"

Saitama stared at the two people who ignored him blankly, and then looked at the screen. He only felt that the game he played before and the one they played were really the same game?

"Saitama-sensei!"

Genos took off his apron and stood next to Saitama.

"I have a question to ask."

"Say it Janos, if I can."

Saitama scratched his head.

"I want to know, are you and Mr. Mingjing playing the King game for a simulated battle? Because the power in reality is too strong, it is difficult to improve, so you choose to simulate the battle in the game to train yourself to maintain your ability to fight. "Are you keen?"

Genos asked with a serious face while holding a small notebook.

"Um... maybe... yes?"

Saitama was unsure.

"So that's it! I understand!"

Genos was writing furiously in a small notebook.

"What did you understand again?"

Saitama was speechless.

"Although I am not like the two teachers who have a power that is so powerful that it is almost difficult to improve with conventional means, I can also improve myself at the same time and use methods such as simulated battles to hone my combat literacy. This will make it easier. It’s a perfect use of your extra time! ”

Saitama:......

"Forget it, whatever you want."

Saitama waved his hands helplessly.

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A night of silence.

This is for Saitama.

When Saitama woke up in the morning, he found bloodshot eyes and dark circles in King's eyes.

"Have you... been playing all night?"

Saitama asked, looking at King who was not in a good mental state.

"Yes, but I often stay up all night playing games, so it's actually not bad."

King spread his hands and said.

"I see!"

Genos understood again.

"Is the reason why Mr. Mingjing dragged King to play games all night to adjust his combat status before the battle begins? He is truly worthy of being Mr. Mingjing. He is indeed a strong man who has experienced hundreds of battles and has extremely rich combat experience!"

"Uh...Genos, it's not that exaggerated, it's just that I basically don't need to sleep now."

Ming Jing sat aside, holding a piece of bread in his mouth, and said vaguely.

Now he can stay energetic even if he doesn't sleep for three days and three nights. Unless he has experienced some hard battle or high-intensity training that lasts for a long time, he will still replenish his physical strength through sleep.

The king suddenly raised his hand again and said to everyone:

"emm... By the way, even though I'm used to staying up late, I think I still need to rest, so I won't let you help me with my subsequent actions and tasks, so I won't..."

"boom!"

The door was suddenly pushed open.

"Mr. King, Mirror, and the Devil's Transformer and the Bald Caped Man, you are indeed here. Now, everyone has gathered and it's time to set off!"

Fubuki stood outside the door with a faint smile on her face, looking at everyone and said.

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"Everyone, I am Seggins, the professional personnel sent by the association this time. I am responsible for coordinating the S-class heroes and the ground support team. After a while, we will..."

A man with a slicked back hair and monocular glasses stood on an armored vehicle and talked endlessly to a group of heroes.

Then some of the non-S-class heroes might still listen to him, but many S-class heroes didn't take him to heart at all.

"Hey, it's already reached this point, and there are still people within the association who want to put people in to take the credit. This is really..."

Bang Gu, who was standing elsewhere, couldn't help but shook his head and sighed.

"Fortunately, they chose Seggins. This guy is considered one of the second-generation members of the association who can barely handle it. He still has certain command and management skills. He shouldn't be a big hindrance."

Sweetheart Mask glanced at Seggins in the distance and said calmly.

"We don't have time to continue wrangling. The thermal energy sensor has sensed that there are at least more than two hundred heat sources approaching us. As expected, they should be the vanguard sent by the Weird Association."

The Tong Emperor reminded him while holding a lollipop in his mouth and looking at the tablet on the robotic arm.

At this moment, a large number of weirdos emerged from the surrounding streets. The windows of the buildings on both sides also shattered at this moment, and weirdos jumped out.

"The vanguard...it doesn't look like the threat is very strong. Teacher, let us deal with these guys first!"

Iai Gang held the long sword with one arm and rushed out with his two junior brothers.

"You're very motivated, Iai."

The Atomic Warrior held a toothpick in his mouth and watched this scene with a smile.

He could roughly feel that most of the monsters around him were wolf-level and tiger-level. With the strength of the top four A-level disciples of his three disciples, they were enough to win.

Bang Gu put his hands behind his hands and looked at this scene with some amusement.

In his opinion, the three disciples of Atomic Samurai are all very good, and they are still very young. It is not impossible for them to practice for another ten or twenty years and further enter the S-level category. In comparison, Cha Lan in his dojo The child is so dishonest.

"Everyone! These weirdos may be cannon fodder sent to consume the S-class heroes' physical strength. Let's follow them!"

Seggins stood on top of the armored vehicle and said loudly.