One Punch of Justice

The detention room was quiet.

Except for the first set of clothes thrown in, no one is coming for the time being.

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

I did nothing wrong.

If you are going to be locked up for a long time, you can't stand it.

Just when Saitama hesitated.

The boy who was locked in with Saitama was also quietly looking at him.

Although the boy had many things to ask, he didn't know how to speak for a while.

...

in case……

If there is no problem with my sense of smell.

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

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

But if that person is really Oni Mai Tsuji Mime...

This unbelievable bald gentleman almost chopped Oniwu Tsujimura into an incompetent with a single blow with a knife. Isn’t it a bit absurd?

"That...that..."

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

"Ah, don't care."

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

"That person...maybe not an ordinary ruffian..."

Tanjiro squeezed his fingers, organized his own language, and then asked Saitama, "Excuse me, what is your name?"

Saitama blinked: "Saitama."

"Mr. Saitama..."

Tanjiro looked at Saitama with sincere eyes: "This is the first time I have seen someone as strong as Saitama, but after going out, please be careful. That person just now...even if it wasn’t Onimai Tsuji Mimei, he must be Ghost, maybe come back to take revenge on Mr. Saitama..."

"Wu miserable? What is that?"

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

"Not a weirdo, but a ghost."

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

Before he finished speaking, Tanjirou suddenly smelled the smell of ghosts approaching!

"bad!"

Tanjirou stretched out his hand to draw the sword, but he felt nothing. Only then did he remember that when he was imprisoned, the Hirotaka had been taken away!

And just now!

"Boom!!!" A cry!

The walls of the detention room burst suddenly!

A handball flew in like a cannonball and hit the back of Saitama's head heavily!There was a loud noise!

"Mr. Saitama!"

Tanjirou yelled nervously, trying to rush to protect Saitama.

But he was obviously hit by a handball that could easily break the wall and hit the very fragile back of the human head, but he couldn't even make Saitama shake.

The smoke from the impact gradually floated, and the handball fell weakly to the ground.

Saitama turned around with a black face.

Such a voice came from outside the custody...

"Sure enough, you are hiding here...Speaking of which, Zhu Samaru, what you did is immature or too simple. Kill everyone here..."

"You are really annoying, thanks to my handball, I can clean up this place so quickly..."

but……

After a while, something seemed to be found outside.

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

"And there is only one impact..."

Just when the two ghosts outside the house were puzzled.

They saw a bald head holding a handball in his hand, slowly walking out of the cell.

"I said you two brats..."

Originally, Saitama was only covered with black lines.

But when he walked out of the detention room and saw corpses all over the floor and blood was flowing into a river, the black line gradually disappeared and the style of painting 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!" A muffled sound!

The female ghost named Zhu Samaru exploded directly on the spot and fell to the ground weakly.

Not far away, Saitama stretched out his fist's right hand, surplus energy.

The scene was silent.

Even Tanjirou, who rushed out to find the Sunwheel Sword, stayed there, his brain blank.

He also killed the ghost.

But they all experienced hard fighting, and then cut off the neck with a sunken knife to destroy the ghost.

Mr. Saitama, he...

It turned out to be just a punch, and without even touching it, he exploded the ghost's head with one punch!

this world……

Can anyone be as strong as this??

And this time.

Yapayu, who came with Zhu Samaru, looked at the comrades who never got up after falling down beside her, she was even more shocked!

wrong!

This is impossible!

Only when the neck is chopped off by the sun blade or directly illuminated by the sun can the ghost be prevented from regenerating and completely killed!

Other than that, it doesn't matter even if you are crushed!

but……

After the head exploded, Zhu Sawan never got up again.

Dead clean!

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

Turning his head stiffly, looking at the bald head standing in front of him...

That's right...

it's him!

The person that Guiwu Tsuji-sama is going to kill is him!

But it was obviously the twelve ghost moon, but before him even a little time to react, he was killed like a bug...

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

escape!

The farther you escape, the better!!!

Yapayu's instinct shouted and warned himself hysterically!

but……

Oniwu Tsuji-sama, how should we deal with each other?

"Fuck... bastard..."

Yapayu raised his hands, his palms and eyes suddenly opened: "It's just a mere human, and it can kill you easily! Don't underestimate my blood ghost technique-Hong Jie..."

The words are not finished.

Saitama punched again.

The huge impact directly smashed Yapayu's entire body to dust!

They didn't know how many people were killed in the past.

But this time.

Kicked the iron plate.

Before he died, he didn't even finish the name of his blood ghost.

...

"Sait...Mr. Saitama..."

Tanjirou looked at Saitama blankly: "You are really... so strong."

"what."

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

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

"Tan! (Sunscreen)"

"...It's Tanjirou."