: Those who are easily shocked are just small fry.

Outside the headquarters building, the once clear sky was now shrouded by several huge black shadows.

Several strange figures with wings on their backs were hovering above the building. Their appearance was a twisted combination of the ugliest features of humans and birds of prey. Their skin was covered with sparse and dirty feathers, and in some places, their muscle tissue was even exposed. Huge wings extended from their shoulder blades, and their eyes flashed with a ferocious, beast-like light.

The leader, the Sky King, hovered in mid-air. His appearance was more ferocious and his size was larger than the other birdmen.

A crown-like crest of red feathers adorned his head, and his four enormous wings flapped incessantly. A cruel and arrogant smile graced his face.

"It's a pretty sturdy building."

The Sky King roared with laughter, his voice echoing like thunder across the sky, "Let's charge in!"

"Eliminate the hero, and the ground is ours! Let's take control of the land now, charge with me!"

At his command, the figures rushed towards the core area of ​​the building like lightning.

In the conference room, Tornado leaned back lazily in her chair, not even bothering to lift her eyelids.

She merely turned her head slightly, glanced at the approaching figures outside the window, and let out a disdainful snort.

"Tch, I thought it was something big, but it's just a few weaklings."

"Just some ignorant fools, Genos. Why are you so shocked by an attack of this magnitude?"

Boros's voice followed, his gaze sweeping over the birdmen outside the building, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt.

"Remember, the strong are not surprised."

He turned to Genos and said, "No matter what happens, a true strong person should remain calm and composed. Only a nobody would look shocked at the slightest thing, as if they've never seen anything like it before."

Chogokin Kuroko: "…………"

I suspect you're also subtly criticizing me, but I have no proof.

"Ah, yes, Professor Boros."

Genos quickly jotted it down in his notebook, thinking to himself that he had indeed overreacted.

The explosions outside the conference room grew increasingly violent, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the bulletproof glass. The Sky King's ferocious figure, accompanied by a gale, roared as it prepared to break through the last line of defense, its arrogant demeanor suggesting it already saw the dawn of victory.

"Die, heroes!"

Sky King extended his sharp claws and lunged at the broken window, about to rush into the room.

"Why isn't anyone making a move? Hmph, they're all unreliable!"

Tornado snorted coldly, not even glancing at the so-called "Sky King" outside the window, but simply raised one hand and gently clenched it in the void.

The next second, a terrifying psychic force instantly enveloped Sky King and all his clansmen behind him.

"What...what is this—"

Before the Sky King could fully process his horrified expression, his body was instantly twisted by an irresistible force.

With a muffled explosion, the Sky King, along with his ferocious subordinates, were crushed into a cloud of blood and gore in mid-air before they could even scream.

"puff--"

The crimson blood mist exploded in the gale, instantly dispersed by the tornado's psychic power, leaving only a faint smell of blood in the air, proving that there had indeed been a group of living creatures there just now.

"Hmph, so weak!"

Tornado clapped her hands as if she had just done something insignificant, then turned her head and scanned the room with a "who else?" look.

"Can we go back now?"

Tong Di finally couldn't help but ask again. As he spoke, he quickly packed his small backpack, stuffing in his tablet and several reference books. His youthful face was filled with a sense of relief, as if it were all over.

"That so-called Sky King has been crushed into blood and gore, not even a trace left," Child Emperor said in a statement of fact.

"So, shouldn't this 'Earth is doomed' conference also come to an end?"

He slung his backpack over his shoulder, a hint of impatience on his face. His gaze swept over everyone present, finally settling on Sitch, his eyes filled with a questioning look that seemed to ask, "Do you have anything else to say?"

A brief silence fell over the meeting room once again.

"Haha, Child Emperor, you're really cute." Boros laughed.

"The World Is Doomed Conference"—that's a very fitting name.

Child Emperor was right. This "emergency meeting" initiated by Sitch was absurd from the very beginning.

The prophet, who inexplicably choked to death, solemnly declared that if you want to escape, run now, and then concluded by saying you should prepare for battle within six months? Then came the Sky King's suicidal attack, which ended with a tornado casually snapping it shut. The whole thing was truly a farce.

"I have something to do, so I'm leaving now, hmph!"

After Long Juan finished speaking, she gently tapped her slender fingertips on the table, and an invisible psychic force gently lifted her petite body.

As her body slowly rose into the air, her signature high-slit black dress moved without wind, the hem swaying like ink-black petals, revealing large expanses of snow-white, jade-like skin and straight, delicate legs, which appeared particularly dazzling under the conference room lights.

She hovered in mid-air, drifting straight toward the open door until she disappeared.

"Let's go!"

Child Emperor's clear voice then rang out.

This sound also jolted the surrounding heroes awake. Some cursed the meaningless agenda under their breath, while others silently rubbed their temples. One after another, they got up from their seats and rushed towards the door. The originally crowded conference room began to empty in just a few seconds.

Amidst the commotion of people leaving, Boros said to King and the others, "King, Saitama, Genos, let's go too."

As he spoke, he strode towards the door, his heavy combat boots clattering on the floor. Passing Genos, he deliberately slowed his pace and said:

"Genos, I told you before you came not to rush here. It's been one meeting after another, endless discussions, and nothing's been accomplished. See? I told you so. This emergency meeting is optional."

Boros stopped, glanced back at the two empty seats, and added:

"There are two smart guys here—Blast and Metal Knight didn't even show up, which was a wise move."

Genos nodded obediently while taking out his notebook to jot down Boros's quotes from that day.

As the group pushed open the heavy door of the conference room and prepared to step into the corridor, a figure in a black top stood in front of them with a smile; it was Bang.

He had his hands behind his back, a signature gentle smile on his face, and a hint of eagerness in his eyes.

"Gentlemen, if you don't have anything else urgent to attend to later, how about coming to my dojo for a visit?" Bang said in a relaxed tone.

Saitama looked at the newcomer, covered his mouth with his right hand, and quietly asked Genos:

"Who is this old man?"

Genos answered in a low voice:

"His name is Bang, Saitama-sensei. He also appeared during the meteorite disaster."

"Bang, we're busy. Maybe next time."

Boros refused without expression.

"Don't refuse so quickly. It's almost dinner time. My dojo has some premium beef donated by the martial arts association. How about coming over to my place for a meal?"

Saitama nudged Boros with his elbow and said with shining eyes:

"Hey, this old man's treating, why not take a bite, Pineapple Head!"

Boros paused for two seconds, then said, "...Then go."

........................

Before long, the group arrived at Bang's dojo.

Pushing open the slightly mottled wooden door, a rustic and solemn atmosphere immediately greets you. The space inside the dojo is much more spacious than you imagined. Upon entering, you are greeted by a huge courtyard with gray stone bricks covering the ground. Some stubborn moss grows in the cracks, exuding a sense of the passage of time.

On one side of the courtyard, dozens of wooden dummy stakes, polished to a shine, are neatly arranged, with stone locks of varying weights stacked next to them. Each stone lock is engraved with scratches of varying depths, silently telling the story of the sweat shed here.

Passing through the courtyard, you arrive at the main training room. The wooden floor is spotless, and you can feel the warm texture of the wood when you walk barefoot on it.

The air was filled with a faint, unique scent of sweat mixed with incense, the distinctive aroma of martial artists. A rigorous and self-disciplined atmosphere enveloped the entire space.

The training room was dimly lit, and the air was filled with the unique smell of aged wood mixed with sweat. At this moment, only one disciple in a martial arts uniform was training hard on a wooden stake in the vast space.

Hearing the door open, he immediately stopped what he was doing, turned around and saw Bang, then quickly ran over, bowed respectfully and said:

"Master, you're back!"

"Hmm, Chalanthus. We have guests. Go and pour some tea. We need the best sencha."

Bang patted his disciple on the shoulder, his tone calm.

"Yes, Master!"

The disciple named Chalan Ke responded and went to prepare the tea set quickly.

Bang turned around and looked at Boros and the others. The four of them were standing on the somewhat empty tatami mat. He waved his hand apologetically:

"I'm sorry, the place is simple, with all the old things. Please make yourselves at home and don't feel uncomfortable."

As soon as everyone sat down cross-legged, Saitama's flat, monotone voice rang out. He patted his stomach and asked directly:

"When is dinner served?"

Bang stroked his beard and laughed heartily:

"Please be patient. Before we eat, as the host, I would like to first do my part as the host."

His expression straightened slightly, his gaze lingering for a moment on Saitama's seemingly ordinary bald head, then sweeping over Boros and King's imposing figures, finally settling on Genos.

"Let me ask you first, who are your masters? Where did you learn your kung fu, and what school do you belong to? In this era, to cultivate talents like you, your master must be a reclusive master."

"There's no master."

King, Saitama, and Boros spoke at the same time.

"My mentors are Boros and Saitama."

Genos added respectfully, his eyes revealing reverence for the two powerful figures.

"What? How did you become so powerful?" Bang's eyes flashed with surprise.

"Through training," Saitama said casually.

"It's innate," Boros said, crossing his arms...