One Piece's Bizzare Adventure

"I am a big star!" Now Jon only had this feeling.

Back at the Hero Association, the staff's attitude was noticeably warmer than before.

No, it couldn't be called warm anymore.

It should be called 'Admiration'.

S-class hero! Handsome! "Lord Skywalker, please give me your autograph." A short-haired girl with a flushed face handed over a signature board.

As soon as the words fell, other staff members also flocked around Jon and asked for autographs.

Child Emperor calmly left Jon's side, smirked and said, "I'll leave it to you here, big shot."

Jon felt helpless.

He could only quickly sign dozens of signature boards with the speed of someone who had been single for eighteen years.

The sight made the girls blush.

It turns out that, no matter which world, leaders were all the same.

Sitch walked out of the office with a stern face and scolded loudly, "That's enough, get back to your posts quickly!"

"Yes~"

A weak response sounded.

Sitch sighed.

Coming back to his senses, he looked at Jon.

"Come with me."

Jon naturally followed Sitch to a certain room.

Opening the door, a suite of over a hundred square meters unfolded before them.

"This is your exclusive rest area."

Sitch spoke slowly, "From now on, I'll be counting on you, Skywalker."

'Skywalker.'

What a ridiculous name.

Jon remained expressionless, but couldn't help but silently mock in his heart.

What's a 'Skywalker' without a lightsaber?! After exchanging pleasantries, Sitch left.

Jon closed the door and, with an air of dominance, carefully inspected every corner of the room.

The Hero Association still had some courtesy. They wouldn't tamper with things here and incur the displeasure of an S-class hero.

In any case, Jon didn't find any surveillance or listening devices.

So, he relaxedly took off his shirt and leaped onto the large bed, capable of accommodating more than ten people, in a 'splashy' manner.

A night passed without incident.

The next day, Jon got up early.

In addition to his daily Ripple practice, he also went through two new martial arts techniques in his mind.

'Whirlwind Iron Cutting Fist', which was an offensive technique, while 'Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist' was a defensive technique, so they naturally complemented each other.

After contemplating for a while, Jon began to try to combine the two martial arts, creating a new move.

This process wasn't easy.

Even Jon only managed to comprehend one ultimate technique so far - 'Exploding Sky Rupture Fist'.

'Exploding Sky Rupture Fist', a combination of offensive and defensive, with both fists striking simultaneously, causing a massive impact as smooth as flowing clouds, capable of rupturing the air!

"This move is my biggest trump card so far."

Opening his eyes, Jon slightly smiled.

Ripple, Stand, Color of Arms and Observation Haki, Rokushiki, and Exploding Sky Rupture Fist.

Several formidable techniques combined in one.

Now, he had finally managed to barely step into the ranks of the strong.

But thinking about Saitama who could destroy the earth, and the Saiyans who could destroy planets at will, this level of power seemed insignificant.

Jon suppressed his smile, "Can't be complacent, I must continue to build my strength."

Be adventurous in life, but stable in action.

He absolutely could not let himself be like a certain hundred-year-old vampire who got overly excited once he gains some power.

Continue training!

From dawn till dusk, from dusk till dawn.

Jon spent a full three or four days in his room, completely mastering the Exploding Sky Rupture Fist.

If he encountered another giant, he wouldn't need to spend dozens of minutes weakening them down. He could just settle it with one punch!

Moreover, during Jon's training, his 'Legendary' value, which was on the verge of upgrading, successfully broke through to the next level, unlocking the Atomic Slash.

The so-called Atomic Slash was actually the sword technique used by the fifth-ranked S-class hero, 'Atomic Samurai'.

How unfortunate.

Jon would steal everyone's technique no matter who they were! Drawing the famous sword 'Raiu' from his personal space, Jon naturally exuded the aura of a seasoned swordsman.

Just as he was about to practice.

The doorbell suddenly rang.

"Lord Skywalker, I'm Association staff member Shizuka, someone wishes to visit you."

Jon frowned slightly.

Jon used his Stand to open the door.

"Lord Skywalker. Ah! Sorry, I don't know you're…. Anyway, the first-ranked B-class hero, Fubuki, is waiting at the front desk, she..."

Shizuka stole a glance at Jon's muscular upper body, discreetly gulping down.

"She said she has something very important to discuss with you."

"Fubuki?"

A well-defined figure appeared in Jon's mind.

After a moment of contemplation, he shook his head.

"I'm busy."

Time wasn't pressing, but he didn't want to divert his attention elsewhere.

Involving himself with Fubuki and her henchmen would bring nothing good.

"Alright, I understand."

Shizuka glanced at Jon again, as if wanting to permanently preserve what she saw in her mind.

With a slight bow, Shizuka turned and left.

At that moment, a helmeted youth happened to walk to the door.

"Skywalker!"

His eyes lit up.

"Lord Iaian."

Seeing the newcomer, Shizuka quickly greeted.

A-class heroes were considered a solid force in the Association, not to be taken lightly.

Iaian nodded lightly.

Taking a few quick steps, he half-stepped into the room, politely asking Jon, "May I come in?"

Jon: Haven't you already come in?

Seeing Jon silent, Iaian thought he had consented, so he pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper from the gaps in his armor.

"My master, Atomic Samurai, heard that Lord Skywalker has risen to fame and couldn't help but be overjoyed. He has specially entrusted me to deliver this congratulatory letter."

Iaian's speech was somewhat convoluted.

If Jon hadn't been proficient in several languages, he might not have understood what he meant.

Taking the paper, Jon raised an eyebrow.

A congratulatory letter?

Did he mistake it as a challenge letter?!

"Hearing of your victory over the hundred-meter giant, I believe you are extraordinary. I have prepared some wine and cleared a spot for you!"

It seemed very polite, mentioning wine and preparing a spot.

But Atomic Samurai's penmanship was extraordinarily sharp, and even through the paper, Jon could feel his intent to challenge him!

Jon thought to himself that this was troublesome and instinctively didn't want to accept the invitation.

But upon second thought, he changed his mind. He reached into his 'personal space" and took out a brush and ink.

Dipping the brush in ink, he elegantly wrote a reply.

"Good!"

One word, sharp and resolute.

Iaian and Shizuka were dumbfounded.

Psychic power! No no no, that was not it. It was the aura.

Yes, it was the aura! In the eyes of the two, Jon's figure was infinitely bigger.

Although he was sitting still, he seemed to be standing on a peak, overlooking the world like a peerless swordsman!

Iaian took a deep breath.

He had only felt this kind of aura from his master before.

After writing, Jon handed the challenge letter back to Iaian.

"Tell Atomic Samurai, I'll accept the invitation."