Sonic's gaze fixed on the flying meatball, a disdainful smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
Too slow!
With a Ninja's lightning-fast reflexes, Sonic could clearly see the meatball's flight path and easily dodge it.
But... I won't choose to dodge!
To show off his cool skills, Sonic didn't choose to dodge the incoming meatball, but instead placed his right hand on the hilt of his sword.
The next second, with a flash of cold light, the long sword at his waist unsheathed in an instant, slicing through the air at extreme speed and slashing fiercely at the surface of the meatball.
Just as Sonic was about to confidently sheathe his sword, he suddenly noticed something was wrong.
Wait, why didn't I feel the sensation of the slash just now?
Since birth, Sonic had held his long sword and slashed countless things, be they living animals and humans or inanimate objects.
Therefore, he was extremely sensitive to the feedback from every strike, using it to judge the opponent's defensive strength.
But that strike just now wasn't a matter of weak feedback; there was simply no feedback at all.
Could it be... A ridiculous possibility occurred to Sonic, making him break out in a cold sweat as his gaze quickly locked onto where the meatball had been.
Sure enough, the meatball that should have been sliced in two dissipated as an afterimage. The flight path Sonic had seen was merely an afterimage left by the meatball in mid-air!
Sonic was stunned; his focused strike hadn't even managed to hit a single meatball.
Immediately, a deep sense of humiliation and anger clouded his mind. Veins popped on his face, and his hand holding the sword trembled with rage.
These three damn bastards! How dare they humiliate me, Speed-o-Sound Sonic! You will pay for this!
Wait, where's the meatball?
Reason broke free from the anger and humiliation. A bad premonition suddenly rose in Sonic's heart as a sharp friction sound reached his ears.
Hmm?
The moment he lowered his head, a meatball flying from behind accurately struck him right between the legs.
The scene suddenly fell silent.
Saitama looked at the meatball rolling on the ground, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes.
Sigh, this thing can't be eaten anymore.
Bang stared at King in shock, subconsciously squeezing his legs together.
Would The Strongest Man on Earth really use such a dirty trick?
But thinking back to his own youth, Bang let it go.
Forget it, this isn't that bad.
King remained expressionless, but the curl of his lips showed he was holding back a laugh.
After the silence lasted for a full two seconds, a pig-like wail echoed through the entire dojo.
Sonic collapsed to his knees, clutching his crotch tightly. Cold sweat poured down his face from the pain, and his handsome face turned almost purple.
Not again... Why is it always here... Why, you bastard!!!
Sonic never expected that the meatball he failed to track would accurately hit him between the legs after a series of ricochets.
From then on, the "Left Egg Man" Sonic completely turned into the "Non-Left Egg Man" Sonic.
But he was a Ninja after all, and his pain tolerance was quite excellent. Sonic propped himself up with his sword, shaking like a leaf, yet he still panted while making threats:
"Just you wait! How dare you humiliate me like this! I, Speed-o-Sound Sonic, will definitely be back!"
After making his threat, Sonic didn't hesitate for a second and turned to run. He couldn't possibly take on three opponents now; he was in too poor a state.
However, after taking the first step, a piercing pain erupted again, as if something had been pulled, causing Sonic's features to contort.
Damn it!!!
In desperation, Sonic covered his crotch with both hands. Even though he was gritting his teeth in pain, he forced himself to move, his figure vanishing from the spot.
Saitama watched the uninvited guest disappear from the dojo and scratched his hairless head:
"This guy looks familiar. I think I accidentally hit his "brother" once this morning. Why did he get hit again? "Joint-o'-Sound Sonico" is so pitiful."
Hearing this, King couldn't hold it in any longer.
Sonic was indeed pitiful, suffering two fatal blows to the "chicken" in a row, and Saitama still couldn't remember his name.
However, leaving a Ninja like that outside to watch them every day wasn't King's style, even if the guy was weak.
"Saitama, I heard that kid's bounty is quite high. It could buy dozens of boxes of high-grade beef."
Hmm?
The chopsticks stopped in mid-air. A certain bald man's gaze suddenly became sharp, and his simple face turned angular and defined.
Ten seconds later, Saitama returned to the dojo carrying a passed-out Sonic like a dead dog... His vision slowly cleared, and an unfamiliar ceiling came into view.
"Hiss... My head hurts. What happened?"
Sonic clutched his head, feeling a series of pains in the back of his skull as if he had been struck heavily.
He observed his surroundings and was immediately stunned.
Cold floors, gray walls, simple furniture, rows of iron bars in front of him, and sunlight that could barely penetrate.
Wait? I'm in freaking prison?!
As a Ninja and assassin, Sonic immediately realized his situation. He had likely been knocked unconscious by Saitama and the others and sent to prison.
I have to find a way to escape. I need to Cultivate even more diligently. I must kill Saitama and that blonde guy!
Sonic always possessed unparalleled self-confidence. That invincible heart kept him moving further along the path of a Ninja.
Even if he had been too scared to move in front of that blonde man, Sonic firmly believed he could surpass him. This was why he could keep improving.
Just then, a strange noise came from the iron bars in front of him. Sonic looked up in confusion.
In front of him, on the other side of the bars, a burly man covered in muscles and wrapped in bandages revealed a kind smile:
"Oh~ Another handsome and cute young man has arrived."
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