I Became a Demon Sword and Traveled the Anime Worlds

But in the next moment, Awakened Cockroach sensed Sonic disappear.

"Damn it."

Its expression changed.

"He's actually faster than me. I can't see him at all!"

Running was already too late.

Without time to think, almost purely by instinct, Awakened Cockroach raised the three pairs of arms on both sides of its body and blocked its flank.

The sword collided with its fists.

Then the sword shattered.

Like a mirror breaking apart, it burst into countless fragments.

Seeing the weapon break beneath its fist, Awakened Cockroach could not hide the excitement on its face. Even its eyes revealed a trace of mockery.

But it was not stupid.

It was already at a disadvantage in speed, and it still did not know whether its opponent had any hidden tricks. Escaping was the best choice.

"Even if you're fast, you can't kill me with a broken sword..."

Before it could finish, pale purple energy spread between the shattered fragments.

The pieces connected through the air like a web of light.

Then they swept past its fists.

In an instant, Awakened Cockroach's head was severed.

Sonic sheathed his sword and looked disdainfully at the fallen Monster.

"A mere Monster. How could you possibly understand Asuramaru's power?"

Even if he usually argued with Asuramaru, that did not mean he would allow anyone else to insult or belittle him.

My sword is mine to criticize.

Anyone else who speaks badly of it dies.

At the same time, Sonic felt his body strengthen once again.

This time, it was different.

It was as if another shackle inside him had been broken. His flesh, muscles, nerves, and senses all evolved together.

This was already the third time.

In a short period, he had leapt from upper Demon level to mid Dragon level.

And now, almost all of his abilities had been unlocked.

Sonic could not help asking inwardly, "Asuramaru, can I defeat Saitama now?"

After sensing his thoughts, Asuramaru struck him down without mercy.

"You're still not qualified to defeat that guy."

Even after hearing that certain answer, Sonic only sneered.

"Even if I can't beat Saitama now, if I want to leave, there's no way he can keep me there."

His eyes sharpened.

"Even if I can't win, I still want to see the gap between us."

Having made up his mind, Sonic vanished.

His destination was Saitama's home in the Ghost Town of Z City.

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of City Z, Satoru Suzuki stood in an empty plaza.

He held the sword with both hands, constantly adjusting his breathing as he swung it again and again.

After an unknown amount of practice, he seemed to grasp something.

He leaned forward, one hand resting on the hilt.

In the next moment, he drew the sword from its scabbard.

"Thunder Breathing, First Form."

Lightning flashed.

"Thunderclap and Flash!"

His figure vanished with a crackle of thunder.

The strike landed in an instant.

"I succeeded!"

Satoru Suzuki could not hide the joy in his heart.

"Asuramaru, I finally succeeded!"

Looking at the sword in his hand, his determination to grow stronger became even firmer.

As long as he was willing to train, then even without killing, he could still become stronger.

Asuramaru, who saw all of this, was not surprised.

First of all, Satoru Suzuki had practiced various martial arts in the past. Combined with his current powerful physique, he had already far exceeded the basic threshold for practicing Thunder Breathing.

Furthermore, Thunder Breathing valued determination.

A will that charged forward without looking back.

In that sense, Thunder Breathing and Satoru Suzuki were a perfect match.

Adding the traces left behind when Asuramaru had used his body before, along with several other overlapping factors, it was only natural that Satoru could comprehend Thunder Breathing so quickly.

But at that moment, three uninvited guests appeared outside the plaza.

A tall woman with short, neck length dark green hair walked forward with a cold expression.

She wore a luxurious, form fitting dress, with flawless mink fur draped over her shoulders.

B Class Rank 1 Hero.

Hellish Blizzard.

She arrived behind Mumen Rider with two young men in suits beside her.

One of them, a thin youth, stepped forward and called out, "B Class Rank 2 Hero, Mumen Rider."

His tone was arrogant.

"Our leader has something to say to you."

There was not the slightest respect in his voice, even though Satoru was a fellow hero.

Satoru Suzuki sheathed his sword and turned around.

The moment he saw them, he recognized their identities.

He also roughly guessed why they had come.

But before he could speak, Blizzard spoke first.

"Mumen Rider."

Her sharp eyes were filled with confidence.

"You should know there are many factions within the Hero Association. You must understand why we came here."

She stared at him.

"So what is your answer?"

Satoru Suzuki answered without hesitation.

"Sorry, but I refuse."

Blizzard's beautiful face turned slightly cold.

The two men beside her immediately showed signs of wanting to move.

Even faced with this situation, Satoru remained calm.

"You want to suppress me, don't you?"

His tone stayed even.

"There's no need. I don't care about hero rankings. I became a hero only to practice my own justice."

Blizzard's expression grew colder.

"Is that just lip service?"

She gave the order directly.

"Eyelashes, Wild Monkey. Teach him a lesson."

The moment her voice fell, the two men beside her attacked.

Watching them charge toward him, disappointment flashed deep within Satoru Suzuki's eyes.

"Did you become heroes just to chase fame and status?"

He was not preaching.

He was simply disappointed.

Too many people in the Hero Association had already been swept along by status and reputation.

They would even attack their own kind.

And the reason was merely to suppress someone.

This was the dark side of human nature.

The silence in his heart would eventually be broken.

Since they had fallen into the darkness called fame and profit, then let the sharp sword in his hand become the dawn that dispelled that gloom.

At that moment, his thoughts became clear.

He had also stepped onto his own path.

Satoru Suzuki changed his stance.

Facing the two attackers, he did not draw the sword.

Instead, he stepped forward with the weapon still in its scabbard.

"Light Breathing, First Form."

Dazzling golden light burst from the scabbard, enveloping everything.

"Haze Light!"

When the light faded, Eyelashes and Wild Monkey were already lying on the ground.

Even Blizzard, who had raised her right hand to block the light, looked stunned.

What happened just now?

What was that blinding light?

In contrast, Satoru Suzuki spoke calmly.

"They're fine."

He looked at Blizzard.

"Also, I don't want to join your group. I'm truly sorry."

After saying that, he turned and left calmly.

Blizzard remained standing where she was.

She looked at the two men struggling to get up from the ground.

In the end, she lowered her raised hand.

"Forget it."

Her voice returned to its usual calm.

"Let's go find the next person."

She turned slightly.

"Eyelashes, what was that guy's name?"

Eyelashes clutched his aching forehead as he stood up.

After thinking for a moment, he answered with certainty.

"He's the B Class Rank 108 Hero."

"I think his name is Saitama."

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