A sharp glint suddenly flashed in Silver Fang's seemingly murky old eyes.
With his eyesight, he naturally saw everything clearly.
When the Demon Cyborg youth passed a tottering billboard, he even had enough energy to raise his hand and fire a precise flame energy cannon, detonating it in mid-air to prevent secondary damage.
As for the Caped Baldy youth, he didn't even look; he just casually waved his hand, and an invisible gust of wind swatted a huge wall falling from a tall building away like a fly.
It was fluid and effortless, as if he had just done a trivial little thing.
"At a time like this, there are still Heroes disregarding danger and rushing to the most perilous places..."
Silver Fang looked at the two figures moving against the tide of fleeing people, and the desolation on his face slowly faded, replaced by a heartfelt sense of relief and approval.
"Responsible young people are becoming rare..."
He nodded, then suddenly exerted force with his feet, and his entire figure instantly became blurry.
In a few blinks, he disappeared at the end of the chaotic street, quietly following them.
The Hero Association Z-City branch building, once bustling with people, was now deserted and eerily silent.
Only the cold broadcast system was still dutifully repeating doomsday-like alarms.
With two whooshing sounds, Saitama and Genos landed steadily on the rooftop.
Almost at the same moment they landed, an old yet exceptionally agile figure appeared like a ghost right behind them, silently emerging at the edge of the rooftop.
The newcomer was none other than S-Class Hero Rank 3, "Silver Fang," Bang.
He stood with his hands behind his back in the strong wind, letting the biting high-altitude currents ruffle his gray hair and beard, his posture as straight as a pine, like a weathered sculpture.
His sharp, self-assured eyes gazed at the gigantic fireball in the sky, burning like the sun and drawing ever closer, emanating a tragic and heroic aura of "though a myriad stand against me, I shall go forth."
Saitama and Genos, seeing this scene:??? x 2
After striking a pose for a while, Silver Fang slowly turned around, his weathered face first showing approval for the younger generation moving against the flow, but then quickly becoming extremely solemn.
He spoke in a deep voice, saying, "Newly promoted S-Class Heroes, 'Caped Baldy' and 'Demon Cyborg,' you have arrived."
"There's no one left here; everyone from the branch has already transferred to the headquarters."
Silver Fang's tone was as still as an ancient well, with a sense of accumulated wisdom and clarity from having experienced much.
"You should also leave quickly. From my observation, the energy and mass contained in this meteor have far exceeded the scope of what human power can contend with."
"This old man won't leave. After all, my dojo is in the nearby mountains; there's nowhere else to go even if I did."
However, of Silver Fang's solemn speech, full of heroic spirit, Saitama only caught one keyword.
A vein suddenly bulged on his forehead, he bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, clenched his fists, and roared, "Hey, who are you, you stinky old man!?"
"Don't say that weird Hero name, you bastard! 'Caped Baldy' sounds weak, it's clearly not suitable for me, okay!!"
"Exactly! Exactly!"
Genos nodded in serious agreement beside him, his electronic eyes flashing with dangerous light as he shot Silver Fang an unfriendly glare: "Please apologize to Teacher immediately, you stinky old man! Teacher's Hero name should be more imposing!"
Silver Fang:???
—The Hero name wasn't decided by this old man, and besides, the name has already been taken, so can't I call him that?
His chest full of heroic passion was instantly choked back, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
This script, where two young juniors would be impressed by his heroic spirit and he would then impart some life wisdom to them, seemed to deviate quite a bit from what he had imagined.
However, a grandmaster is a grandmaster after all, and Silver Fang quickly adjusted his mindset, not bothering with these details.
He simply turned around slowly, once again facing the meteor that already occupied half the sky, casting a huge shadow.
He firmly planted his feet in a horse stance, and his hands drew a perfectly smooth arc in front of him, adopting the starting posture of the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist.
Instantly, a majestic aura, as solid as a mountain and as fluid as water, emanated from his seemingly withered but actually eight-pack-ab-strong body.
He was preparing to display the culmination of his life's martial arts to these two courageous juniors.
"Youngsters, you might not know me. I am also an S-Class Hero, 'Silver Fang.' You can also call me Bang."
He said in a deep voice without turning his head, his voice loud and magnetic, as if it could penetrate the howling wind.
"Do you know the 'Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist'?"
"This is the martial arts ultimate technique this old man has comprehended throughout his life, capable of seeing through the flow of power in all things, guiding and deflecting any incoming attack like flowing water, even smashing it!"
"Against absolute power, technique can also create miracles!"
"If you are interested in true martial arts, you can come to my dojo after the battle..."
As he spoke, he demonstrated, and a stream of light blue energy, like water, swirled around his body with the changing moves, looking majestic.
His tone carried a hint of a grandmaster's pride and the hope of passing on his legacy, ready to receive the reverent and astonished gazes of the two juniors behind him, followed by their exclamations and requests for guidance.
However, there was a dead silence behind him, only the rustling wind, and... increasingly distant sonic booms.
Silver Fang: "...Huh?"
He turned his head back in confusion, and the wide rooftop was empty; there was no trace of Saitama or Genos.
In the distant sky, only two rapidly receding figures remained, already reduced to tiny, almost invisible black dots.
Those two hadn't even waited for him to finish speaking; they had already rushed towards the meteor's direction without a second thought.
Silver Fang: "..."
The strong wind swept through, making his gray beard tremble erratically in the air, and the grandmaster's resolute expression, full of an air of a master, froze on his face; the scene was momentarily very awkward.
It was also at this moment that another figure appeared beside him without warning, as if he had been standing there all along.
Han Sen stood with his hands in the pockets of his casual pants, looking up at the increasingly large and terrifying fireball in the sky with a leisurely expression, as if enjoying a grand fireworks display that had nothing to do with him.
"Young man... you?" Silver Fang put away his stance, his heart tightening.
He had not noticed how the other party had appeared at all!
With his extraordinary perception from years of martial arts training, this was simply impossible!
Nodding slightly at the old man, Han Sen spoke calmly: "Mr. Bang, times have changed. Young people nowadays don't have much interest in martial arts."
Silver Fang immediately puffed out his beard, clearly disagreeing with Han Sen's statement.
However, before he could retort, Han Sen casually and rhythmically drew a few circles, and streams of drifting water-like energy came into being.
The old man was immediately dumbfounded: "Abba abba abba..."
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