Swallowing his saliva, an old man was staring at the two people sitting and one standing across from him at his desk.

This man was Agoni, a multi-millionaire and the founder of the Hero Association. He's an older looking man with an enormous cleft chin, a wide nose, large mustache, and bushy eyebrows. His hair was straight, brown, and parted on the left, and as usual, he was dressed in a formal business suit. Looking at them for long seconds, he finally summarized what the small, yellow, anthropomorphic mouse had told him, who had come along with his orange-skinned comrade, and the white-skinned attendant with a staff.

"So in short, a universal tournament will take place in ten days, and the universes who are defeated will inevitably be erased from existence, is that right?"

With his feet on Agoni's desk, Quitela, the God of Destruction of the Fourth Universe, was eating a bag of potato chips, nodding to the inferior being sitting before him.

"Yeah, that's it, finally, an old mortal who isn't deaf and completely dumb. In short, I need ten strong people, and seeing as how one of the people on this planet is the guy that beat Boros, obviously this planet would be my first choice, and I know that planets with strong fighters are rare around here. So in that case, I hope you don't have a problem with your precious Heroes coming to this tournament."

Finishing his snack, he threw the wrapper in the air, before lifting a finger to disintegrate it. If memory served him well, he came to this planet several times and barely twenty years ago, Kuru, the Supreme Kai sitting next to him even protected it from an invasion that could have caused it's downfall.

"Indeed," Agoni replied swiftly. Even though he was aware of the penalty for defeat, he remained calm and collected. "An answer of refusal would mean the destruction of us all, I shall call for the best at once."

Immediately, pressing a button on his desk, activating the intercom, Agoni made a request to one of his employees, the Main Branch Operator.

"This is Agoni, and I demand an audience now. Summon all the Heroes ranking 1 through 10 of the S-Class! This is a Code 4, I repeat, a Code 4!"

"1 to 10?!" the Main Branch Operator replied, with obvious surprise in her voice. "Even Blast and King?!"

"Yes, even Blast and King."

"So this is supposed to be our team?" Quitela wondered, seeing ten people sitting around a large meeting table, as he was the only one there with the founder of the Hero Association, with the Angel and Supreme Kai not present for this meeting. This was perhaps the most motley band of people he ever laid his eyes upon.

The man in the first chair to Agoni's chair on the right side was a spiky-haired, heavily muscular man wearing shades, bulky armor and large shoulder pads with a cape and black spandex, a scar running across his face between his eyes, and the outline of his iris was a wavy black pattern. He also had slight facial hair and an emblem saying 'Blast' on it.

The female who was sitting in the first chair to Agoni's chair on the left was a petite one, commonly mistaken for being much younger than she really is. She had an adolescent face with emerald green eyes, and green hair that naturally curled up on the ends. She wore a form-fitting black dress with long sleeves, and four high-cut leg slits that showed off her legs and low-heeled black shoes.

The man sitting in the second chair to Agoni's chair on the right was an elderly man who walked with a slight hunch in his back. He had light blue eyes, tan skin, spike white hair, thick white eyebrows, and a thick white mustache. He wore a long-sleeved black martial arts jumpsuit, light-colored pants, and Tai Chi slippers. Despite his old age, his body was lean and very muscular, and was covered in scars.

The man sitting in the second chair to Agoni's chair on the left had long black hair tied in a ponytail. He had dark eyes, a defined jawline, a small goatee and had a blade of grass in his mouth. His attire consisted of a hooded red cloak with an atom symbol on the back draped over his open black haori. Beneath the haori was a traditional loose-fitting white robe tied with a white sash and two haori himos. He wore his swords on his left side.

The person in the third chair to Agoni's chair on the right was a pre-adolescent boy with light skin, short brown hair, and large amber eyes, with his hair having a cowlick. He wore a light blue polo shirt with dark cobalt colored shorts, orange sneakers with white rims and black Japanese style backpack which holds his gadgets.

The one sitting in the third chair to Agoni's chair on the left had receding white hair, an overbite, a large nose and a lab coat over his blue shirt.

The man sitting in the fourth chair to Agoni's chair on the right was a tall, lean man with light tan skin, blue eyes, shoulder-length, slicked-back blonde hair combed down to the nape of his neck, a long face with sunken cheeks and a defined jawline. His most notable physical feature is the set of three vertical scars over his left eye, and a cap that has the kanji for 'King' on it.

The man sitting in the fourth chair to Agoni's chair on the left had scruffy short black hair, red eyes, pale skin and wore worn-out open gray trench coat over his black singlet, with tan stitched pants and a thick brown belt, belts wrapped around his body under his coat and tanker boots, and a Y-shaped scar over his chest.

The man sitting in the fifth chair to Agoni's chair on the right had long black hair and wears a white mask. His mask had a single horizontal slit for the eyes, and a single red shining eye in the center of the slit. The mask had three small vertical slits where his mouth should be. His armor was rather simplistic, being similar to a medieval black knights' armor.

Finally, the person sitting in the fifth chair to Agoni's chair on the left was large, obese man with short black hair and big lips, a long-sleeved black shirt, blue jeans, and a white shirt underneath with the word "BUTA", which is Japanese for "PIG".

"Indeed it is," Agoni beamed with pride. "Here are all of our best Heroes! Tatsumaki: The Tornado of Terror, Bang, or Silver Fang if you will, Kamikaze: The Atomic Samurai, Child Emperor, Bofoi: The Metal Knight, King, Zombieman, Drive Knight, Pig God and we better hero, the powerful hero Blast. I understand not all of them are the most presentable, but I can assure you without a heavy heart that these are the best chance this universe can possible have."

Quitela's eyes slowly darted from side to side as he surveyed what was supposed to be his entire team, and they were indeed, not the most presentable.

"Ah, yes, this will be the perfect team," the Destroyer chuckled sarcastically. "Let's see, we got two kids..."

Tatsumaki and Child Emperor were severally annoyed at this, as they despised being underestimated for the sole reason they were young, or looked younger than they initially were.

"An obese fatass..." Pig God made no reply.

"An old man..." Bang made no comment as well, as he could tell the yellow rat didn't know the meaning of judging a book by it's cover.

"And a guy who looks like a robot..." Drive Knight's one eye closed and opened back, showing his annoyance.

"So, will this be enough?" Agoni queried, hoping that Quitela would find this group satisfactory in order to prevent their universe from being destroyed. But, he noticed the God of Destruction's tail twitch a bit, signifying his obvious annoyance.

"YOU ARE PULLING MY LEG! HALF OF THIS TEAM IS A COMPLETE JOKE!" Quitela roared, as his tail formed into a line as straight as a railroad track.

"Hey, here's an idea, instead of making a fuss and complaining like a little bitch, just tell us who you are so we can get on with our day," Tatsumaki ordered him.

"And who has the nerve to insult me?!" cried Quitela, turning to the Esper of Planet Earth, giving her a glare.

"The person who just called me a kid, that's who!" she fired back, standing up with her hands on the table. As much as she wanted to obliterate the mouse in a fight, she couldn't risk losing her status, so when Bang advised her to calm down, she immediately obeyed and took a seat back.

"This man is not to be toyed with," Bang began. "He is what he and his allies called a God of Destruction. I have only seen him once in my lifetime, along with another being called a Supreme Kai, and this gave me the opportunity to gauge his strength, and I can say without a doubt, if his mood isn't a positive one, he could erase this planet without even trying, if he is tempted to do so."

Immediately, a wind of surprise swept the room, while everyone knew that Bang was speaking seriously. Twenty years ago, he had caught sight of both Quitela and Kuru coming to deal with an issue that had arisen on the planet, that no other mortal could handle themselves, which is why they had to take immediate action, and be on their merry way afterwards.

Well what do you know? Even with my exponential levels of genius, not even I would have predicted something as anomalous as this! Child Emperor thought to himself, as the thought of gods existing never crossed as mind, as he preferred not to consider such things being true.

"Bang is indeed correct. This situation is incredibly dire that as you can see, even Blast's services were required!" Agoni exclaimed, making a hand gesture towards one of the most popular Heroes the Hero Association has come to know. Everyone had realized who he was when they came into the room, and all of them were surprised since not many have seen him before and to gaze at him within the same room was a rare treat.

"The fact that you called the highest ranked Hero here, confirms to all of us that this situation isn't one to take lightly," Atomic Samurai concluded. "Why don't you tell us exactly what sort of predicament we're facing?"

"I let your boss explain the situation to you," Quitela groaned, beginning to leave the room, before looking back at Agoni. "Stay here and tell them everything while I try to find other people that are stronger than half of these dummies!"

With those words, he stormed out of the room, closing the door behind him, leaving Agoni, and the top ten highest ranked Heroes of the S-Class a bit exhausted of his constant rambling. The founder of the Hero Association then took a seat in his chair, as he began. "The truth is... this isn't the only universe in existence."

Looking at the neighborhood they were in, Quitela groaned to himself. Sure it seemed nice and cozy, but there would always be strange activity occurring, but in Z-City Ghost Town, you would think it was almost deserted since very few live around this part of the city.

"Hey, you."

Turning around, the trio saw a strange human-like monster with the head of a tiger.

"My name is Tigerman! And from today, I declare that this district is my territory, and if someone dares to stay in my territory, I'll kill him!" Tigerman blindly announced, showing his big claws at the deities. "So get ready because I'm going to slaughter you!"

Seeing the three deities stand still, completely bored and not fazed by this egotistical moron, Tigerman began to grow frustrated that they weren't running or cowering before him. He pointed to Quitela before yelling at him.

"You, the sewer rat has just beaten! I'm going to..." He didn't even have time to finish his sentence as a yellow energy blast hit him and sent him to the altitude of the lowest clouds. Quitela just watched as the blast exploded in a devastating flash of light, the force rocking the planet surface below, crashing into a house that as his body did, exploded upon contact. All that was left of him and the house was a giant puddle of blood.

"Only one guy in this mudball beat Boros, and there are over a trillion living on the whole planet, it'll take forever to find him!" Quitela grumbled as his tail twitched in annoyance.

"We still have over two hundred hours until the Tournament commences," Kuru reminded the Destroyer. "There is no reason to fret just yet, we'll find our warrior soon enough."

The Supreme Kai, Destroyer and Angel began to depart the city as they prepared to teleport to another part of Earth as Cognac raised his staff high. "You had better be right, for your sake and mine also."

"NOT AGAIN!"

Turning around, they saw a bald man with a cape in front of the house that Quitela had just destroyed.

"I JUST BOUGHT A NEW TELEVISION SET!"

Seeing Quitela, Kuru and Cognac, the man asked them, but had a speculation it was them, but wanted to make sure just in case.

"Do you know who just ruined my house?!" he hollered towards them.

"I did, what are ya gonna do about thing?" Quitela mocked the Caped Baldy, also known as Saitama, as the Destroyer felt the mortal's fist crack a bone in his jaw and break a tooth. This surprised Kuru and Cognac, as they were both astonished that this mortal was able to land a solid blow on the Destroyer.

"See, if you're gonna do something as reckless as that, then you're gonna be held responsible, so you might as well start paying up for the repairs now."

What the Caped Baldy didn't expect was to see the God of Destruction actually punching him hard right in the abdomen, sending him flying as he felt his body crash into a number of houses throughout the city he lived in. This shocked him greatly.

Quitela was still seething in fury as he leapt forward to head towards the Caped Baldy, but he was held down by his Guide Angel and the Supreme Kai before he could get two feet away from them.

"Will you calm down?!" Kuru advised, as Quitela squirmed about, still wanting to have a go at Saitama.

"WHY SHOULD I?! HE HURT ME! HE... hurt me..." Suddenly, the Destroyer had stopped squirming, as his mind began to process what just happened. This mortal, actually managed to land a blow and cause some actual damage to him. Even if it was minor, he still inflicted pain on him nonetheless. He didn't even feel any sort of aura from him. It was so strange, it felt like many other mortals on different planets he had visited, nowhere near his caliber of strength. Was it possible he knew how to conceal his energy?

Or maybe... this mortal had been the one he was seeking... the one who defeated Boros.

His eyes were glued to the tooth that had cracked and fallen onto the pavement, still very mesmerized. Then, he began to grow ecstatic as a wide smile was planted on his face.

"We need him on the team..." he whispered with gleaming eyes. Now, Saitama had just came back to the scene, as no one had payed attention, or noticed his brief return. "WE NEED HIM ON THE TEAM!"

Eyeing the mortal from head to toe, Quitela examined Saitama, before yelling and pointing a finger at him. "YOU, TELL ME WHO YOU ARE NOW!"

"You're kidding, right? You just destroyed me house and attacked me and now you wanna know who I am? Well, whatever, the name's Saitama, and I'm a hero just for fun, I guess. But you're still paying for the damages."

"I believe we can fix that," the Angel interjected as he walked forward towards the mortal with strength beyond compare in Universe Four. "Regarding your house, which model do you want?"

Saitama's fury immediately dissipated, after hearing his house could potentially be rebuilt. He didn't know how, but he was willing to take any chance.

"Umm... the original version?"

The Angel banged his staff against the ground and Saitama's house magically reappeared.

"The imperial version?"

Tapping again, he turned the house into a villa.

"The rustic version?"

Tapping again, he turned the villa into a wooden house.

"Wait, HOW ARE YOU DOING THIS!?"

Then, King had arrived to the scene, hoping there wouldn't be much chaos happening. After hearing about everything from Agoni, he had figured Quitela went to look for the Caped Baldy, and hope there wouldn't be a brawl. It seemed one did happen, but it was a very short one. "Saitama, please calm yourself! These men are gods!"

King had sincerely hoped Saitama would calm down, and not get into another fight, to test Quitela's strength, as well as his own, but the Caped Baldy turned to him with an confused face.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Why don't we talk about this over a cup of tea?" Cognac proposed, making Saitama's house reappear in it's original state.

"Yeah, no."

Comically spitting out his tea and choking on it, King shook with fear, while Quitela grew infuriated at Saitama's response.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!"

"I just said, I'm not going to this tournament," Saitama replied. "I already tried the other time and got bored, no one was strong. Just ask Genos or Bang, they can win this thing without me."

"YOUR OPINION DOES NOT MATTER!" roared Quitela, as he grabbed onto Saitama's shirt and shook him repeatedly. "This is not going to be one of the junk tournaments on this planet! The most powerful mortals from each universe will be there, some are even stronger than you!"

"I still don't buy it, I've fought so many bad guys and they all told me they were stronger than me and yet I always beat them with a punch! It bothers me having to go to space to defeat people I don't even know."

Seeing Quitela on the verge of exploding in anger, Kuru decided to play a part in this as a negotiator.

"Perhaps from first glance, they aren't very strong, but we've seen first hand what the other mortals are capable of and I assure you that both Goku and Top will be most valuable opponents. In fact, I believe I can safely say you are much weaker than them."

Hands slammed on the desk, knocking over Cognac's tea on the table.

"THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!" Genos, also known as Demon Cyborg, a Hero of S-Class Rank 14, who also happened to be Saitama's disciple roared in disagreement. "Master is the strongest man to live! No one can beat him!"

"And just who are you supposed to be, a robot?" questioned Quitela, who had just noticed his presence.

"I am the disciple of Saitama, Genos, but I am more commonly referred to throughout the public as Demon Cyborg."

"Is that right?" hummed Cognac. "If you are his disciple, you must be an incredibly talented fighter, and the man next to you is King, isn't he? According to Agoni, you are the strongest hero on this planet, after Blast. It will be an honor to welcome you to Team Universe 4."

Startled at hearing this, King couldn't help but shake in fear. Saitama's power scared him, and now he was told he was going to participate in a tournament to fight against people stronger than the Caped Baldy? He knew he wouldn't stand a chance at all.

"Euh... I... I..."

"Oh, yeah, that's right, King sucks at fighting. Pretty much anyone in the Hero Association can fight him, and they'd win in under a minute," Saitama announced, stoically.

"Master, with all due respect, it seems to me that King is a great Hero too! Is not it?"

However, much to his surprise, he saw King bow down to Genos, before pleading with him.

"Take my place, I beg of you. You and your robotic body, go to this tournament! I'll be completely useless! The both of you are so much stronger than me!"

Saitama only yawned. He actually expected this sort of behavior from the usually cowardly Hero. Quitela was now more than intrigued. There were other people stronger than the group of idiots Agoni called in earlier? This couldn't get any better. "Wait, so is this guy stronger than you?"

"Indeed, he's a cyborg with very powerful weapons."

"A cyborg, you say?" repeated the yellow mouse. As far as he knew, cyborgs, robots, androids, the like can't suffer fatigue and could survive things that regular mortals can't, to a degree, it depended on how they were built usually. Plus, having him on the team would be a good idea! "All right, the bald guy and the robot, you're on the team."

"I said I'm not going. There's no way anyone in this Tournament of Power is gonna be strong enough for me to go serious on."

"FINE! You want a good fight, here's the deal! Win this tournament for me, we live, then you can fight me! I don't care what it takes for you just to get into the team, I'll let you fight me!" Quitela screeched, almost having reached his breaking point due to the mortal's nescience. "It's not gonna take much for me to beat you, but if you want, I'll give you two minutes of my time to play with you!"

Judging the pros against this proposal, Saitama remembered the minor injury he had suffered earlier. In fact, it was the first time he had bled since he had started training a long time ago. He had to admit that this mouse was pretty strong to actually knock him back so far, and stand up in nigh perfect condition after being punched in the jaw without warning, since he was taunting him earlier about his house being destroyed, leaving the Destroyer's defenses at a low.

And then, with any luck, maybe he could meet a strong opponent during this tournament.

Finally, he closed his fist before nodding. "Alright, deal. Consider me part of the team!"

Running at full speed through a forest, every tree trunk had been hit, sliced, or even cut down as the figure was not slowing down once in his assault. Right now, getting stronger was his only goal, and to motivate himself, he kept picturing Saitama's stupid face. That eventful and humiliating battle was left engraved in his memory. He kept thinking about all the efforts he's done as well to become what he is now:

Garou the Hero Hunter.

After all that, he still failed to become a full-fledged Monster as he was now human again. Suddenly, finding himself in a clearing, he saw a man meditating, with his eyes closed.

As the bushes rumbled slightly, Speed-o'-Sound Sonic's eyes quickly opened, turning around, facing Garou directly in the eye, as none of them made any movement.

Then, finally, the ninja did a back somersault, before drawing his sword, while Garou forged himself into an attack position. The men didn't know each other, but they knew they were facing a person who wouldn't hesitate to kill him.

Getting ready to attack, the two men stopped, seeing Quitela and Cognac appear between them.

"These two people seem pretty strong to me, Lord Quitela."

"Okay, let's get them on board!"

"Right, so who should we get next?" Quitela announced, thinking about other possibilities he had, as Garou and Sonic both laid face flat on the small field of grass, damaged, bloodied and bruised to a great extent. Quitela didn't seem to have a good idea of where to search as he was positive he had gotten the best the planet could offer. There were only two more spots that needed to be filled in. "Hey, Kuru, is using dead people against the rules?"

"No, I don't believe so," the Supreme Kai replied, quickly scanning through the book for the Tournament of Power, containing the rules, regulations and other things. "There isn't anything specifically prohibiting it."

"Perfect, in that case, I'll take a trip to Other World to recruit a few more people."

Dabbing various files, a huge ogre with green skin was surprised when he saw Quitela, Kuru and Cognac appear in front of his large desk.

"Cognac! And Lord Quitela!"

"We're skipping the pleasantries, Yemma," Kuru greeted the giant green ogre. "The only reason I came to see your ugly mug is so that you could do me a little favor. I want the names of the most powerful people residing in Other World."

"The most powerful beings? Uh… well… ah yes, some time ago, a being with power beyond the average mortal in this universe arrived in Hell."

Rummaging through his files, he looked over through every individual that had passed onto to Hell, starting with the letter A, then moving on to B at a rapid pace. "His name was... B... Bo... here we are! Boros, leader of the Dark Matter Thieves, he is the most powerful current resident in Hell!"

"Boros ? Oh yeah, Boros ! Perfect, we'll see that! And for Heaven?"

"Well, suffice to say, there aren't many strong warriors in Heaven."

"In that case, you're going to bring me the hundred most powerful people in Hell in one big cell, you can leave the rest to me," the mouse chuckled.

In the depths of Hell in a large prison cell, Boros was in the company of a hundred others who were trapped here for their crimes during life. All of them, including the leader of the Dark Matter Thieves himself hade committed crimes against humanity, and he was certain these people were set to reside in the underworld for eternity. For his part, Boros didn't care. He had died without regret.

But during his time here, he lost something he valued probably more than anything else, his legendary strength. When he came into Hell, he decided to test himself and hit a steel barrier holding the cell in place, but it didn't do even as much as dent it. The majority of his power had been sapped away from him, just like all of the other cretins here. Now, once again, he was to suffer through the torment of utter and all-encompassing boredom, and would be for all of eternity, and he would give anything to fight again, as that was one of the only things he longed for in life.

"So this is the lot of you? Right, let's just get this over with."

All the prisoners were surprised, raising their heads in the air.

Floating above them, Quitela and Cognac were watching them.

"Wait, is that a rat?"

"I think I've seen him before."

"Wait, there's no halo on top of them, those guys aren't dead."

"Isn't that Lord Quitela, the Destroyer?"

"This is your lucky day! I, Quitela, have decided to give you the chance to leave Hell! Don't you want to leave here and be able to breathe the fresh air of freedom again?"

At first surprised, one of the prisoners exclaimed.

"Are you serious? Are you going to free us?"

"Awesome! Free me!"

"Me too, I want to be free."

Seeing them stir, Quitela began to count them. Then, finally, using his telekinetic powers, he lifted part of the ground and created a wall in the middle of the cell, dividing the group of prisoners in two.

"The rules are simple, you'll keep fighting until you get knocked out. There's two groups, I'll free the two people who win this little game, and to see where you really stand, your powers are returned to you."

The Angel pointed his staff towards the flock of deceased prisoners, as they each fell to the ground thanks to an electric shock, striking them down for a few brief moments. Suddenly looking at his hands, Boros felt like he was bursting with energy, as well as the other prisoners as they relished in their power, and some even began to brawl at one..

"My power..."

"That's so awesome! I got my powers back!"

"Right, it's time to win this shit!"

"Shut the hell up, I'm winning this not you!"

"Well why don't we start right now!"

Unfortunately, a fist pierced the stomach of a prisoner, killing him a second time. Everyone then looked at Boros, who had just committed the first murder. Smiling, he asserted dominance to all in his area. "It's time for a good workout."

And within seconds, Quitela saw him fight fifty people and beat them without the slightest effort.

"Hmm… he's pretty good. Maybe I'll take him," Quitela remarked. Finally, when Boros finished the metaphorical slaughter, he saw the yellow mouse land in front of him.

"I see you know how to fight."

Barely giving him a look, Boros questioned him.

"You remember me, don't you?"

"And I know for a fact you remember me as well," Quitela replied.

"Don't take me for a fool like more than half of the peons here. If you came up with the idea of freeing dangerous beings out of nowhere, it is because you have a proposition in mind to offer. Am I right?"

The Destroyer smiled, almost deviously. He remembered exactly just how cunning and genius Boros was. "How would you like to participate in a tournament?"

"Do elaborate for me."

Suddenly, the wall that Quitela had built exploded. Falling at Quitela's feet, a black-skinned prisoner with three eyes from the second group was crawling on the ground, his body covered in blood.

"HELP! HE'S CRAZY! THIS GUY'S FUCKING CRAZY!"

Passing through the hole in the wall, a strange tongue wrapped around the injured man's leg and brought him back to the other side.

"HELP… ARRRRRGGGGHHHHH!"

Hearing a sound of agony, the trio then saw a tall figure pass through the hole, revealing the winner of the second group.

"A tournament?" Sea King pondered, his mouth stained with a mixture of multicolored blood. "Can we fight to kill?"

Having returned to the Hero Association, Cognac had taken with him the most powerful Heroes in Quitela's opinion: Tatsumaki, Bang, Atomic Samurai, Blast.

Taking them to the Sacred World of the Kais, he let the quartet see the rest of the team. Saitama and Genos were playing a game of cards, Sonic and Garou were struggling as they were tied with huge chains, Boros was meditating in a corner and Sea King was leaning on his back against the edge of a cliff a little further down.

"Our team is finally complete, my Lord," Cognac informed the Destroyer who was watching the other six representatives, who didn't bother to bat an eye to the Guide Angel, but smiled that they could get this underway.

"Nice, now get them to start their training, the sooner the better."

"Hey, wait a minute!" cried Tatsumaki, pointing a finger at Saitama. "Where the hell is King and why is there a stupid B-Class here?!"

"Oh, yes, I forgot to mention, after some elaborate calculations, we deduced that King couldn't be part of the initial team."

"And why the hell not?!" the Esper roared at the Angel

"We noticed that King was having a hard time controlling his power and was blowing up the bodies of his opponents in one hit," Bang remarked, scratching his chin. "Murder in the Tournament is prohibited, so if King killed one of his opponents, it would result in his disqualification, so therefore, putting King on our team would be very risky."

"That doesn't explain why the second-rate Hero took his place here!"

"It's because the Gods have recognized Master's strength, and they know he is the most powerful Hero in our world! He is our best hope at survival!" Genos retorted.

"Alright, but what about those three, they aren't Heroes, so what the hell?!"

"Shut up, brat!" Sonic screeched, already annoyed of not being able to move. "I don't want to hear anything from you, I never wanted to be here!"

"The same goes for me, I was brought here against my own will and volition!" Garou roared as well.

For his part, only staring at Saitama with hatred, Sea King stayed in a corner. He was not a fool, he knew the Caped Baldy was much too strong for him to contend with at the moment. But he also knew that Quitela had promised them intensive training as well as fabulous rewards, if they won the Tournament of Power. Clearly, if he was patient enough, he could acquire the strength necessary to defeat Saitama.

For his part, opening his one and only eye to catch a glimpse of the rest of his team, Boros finally stood up, now getting bored with the chatter as everyone was now gathered together. "Can we commence with our training now?"

"Oh, you're Boros, aren't you?"

Lifting his face, Boros saw a man with a cape and what seemed to be white armor for his whole body, along with a scar between his eyes.

"And who are you supposed to be? You weren't present during my attack a while go."

"I am known as Blast, the highest ranking Hero in the Hero Association. Excuse me for not having been present during your invasion, if I had been warned in time, I would have come personally to kill you."

"And how would you like for me to address your pointless threat? We are to be allies in this endeavor, are we not?"

"I don't want to hear anymore of this, let's just begin the training now!" Quitela demanded, as Cognac responded nonverbally, as the Angel, without warning sent everyone but Saitama into another dimension inside the staff.

"Wait, what is he still doing here?" Quitela wondered, glancing at the Caped Baldy who laid back on the grass.

"When I informed him about training, he adamantly refused," the Angel replied

"What do you mean?!"

"I want the chance to fight someone with my power that I already have," Saitama announced bluntly. "By training for so long, I became too strong for my own liking, if I train for ten years, I'll beat everyone easily and it won't be any fun for me."

"THAT'S THE WHOLE POINT OF THIS!" roared Quitela. "YOU ARE GOING TO TRAIN JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE!"

"I don't want to, and I don't need to."

Starting to get the most annoyed he's ever been for a very long time, Quitela created some Energy of Destruction in his palm, and threw it towards Saitama as it flew across the plains, breaking the sound barrier. Saitama however, managed to send it away by slapping it with the back of his hand. Flying through the skies, the attack eventually crashed into a planet not far from them which vanished in an instant.

Quitela was agape, seeing Saitama repelling his attack without a problem.

"See, I don't need to train."

Hey, this is Hamza9236 speaking here. So before this chapter was published, Blast actually got revealed in the OPM manga so I had to switch things up here. In raptor10's story, he had everything planned way before this happened, so I'll do my best to try and change things here.