Aw Yea! The Space Pirates and S-class heroes are back! Now, I gotta warn you, this is shorter than some recent chapters I posted, but the content should more than make up for it :D. I would just like to say again that I really appreciate all of your support; my view rate hit 50,000, and that's only because you guys followed me and gave me the passion to write these chapters. I'd like to give a particular shoutout to NeoNazo, who actually helped me come up with some ideas for this chapter; really helped, so thanks man! Now lets cut the chat and watch the third round go down!
Puri-Puri-Prisoner jumped up from the ground onto the platform, causing slight vibrations in the stone tiles.
"So, someone who dares challenge the awesome power of Recoome? I applaud your courage, good sir."
"Well, when I see a handsome fighter, I simply can't help myself. And you seem to be a cut above the rest in terms of showmanship."
Zarbon took detailed observations of this newcomer in his head, and he believed he came up with an answer for all of his odd mannerisms. "Uh, my Lord, I am rather sure that fighter is homosexual," whispered Zarbon into Lord Frieza's ear.
Frieza instantly closed his eyes and shook his head in disagreement. "Nope. No way."
Zarbon gave his master a questionable look. "Uh, I really think he is. His mannerisms, his voice, and I saw he was angry whenever you or the other earthling made one of those sexual jokes. I am quite sure he is homosexual."
"Yea, that's what I thought about you and the Ginyu's, and look how that turned out," replied Frieza with an annoyed tone of voice.
"But, my Lord..."
"Alright, you know what?! I CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS ANYMORE! IT'S LIKE A LITERAL MIND FUCK!" Lord Frieza stood up in his chair and screamed at the top of his lungs, "OK STOP!" This sudden yell brought the two fighter's attention away from each other and onto Frieza. "I WANT TO CLEAR THIS UP RIGHT NOW! WHOEVER IS HOMOSEXUAL, PLEASE RAISE YOUR HAND! DON'T BE SHY, JUST GET OUT OF THE CLOSET AND FESS UP!"
Puri-Puri-Prisoner's hand rose up, while everyone else was looking out into the sky, clearly uncomfortable with the question that was asked. But then, Frieza noticed a hand perching up from just above the edge of the arena. "Who is that? I can't see your face. Show yourself!"
His head was pulled up, and revealed Sweet Mask, with Metal Bat holding his hand up and snickering like the immature teenager he was.
"METAL BAT!" Bang swatted Bad's hand away from Sweet Mask's unconscious body. "This is serious! Enough with your shenanigans and derogatory jokes!"
"Alright alright! I was just having some fun. It's been so boring..." Metal Bat grumbled to himself and stuffed his hand inside his pocket.
Lord Frieza huffed. "Alright! I just wanted to make sure I wasn't balling it again."
"Perfectly understandable, my lord."
"Ok then..." said Puri-Puri-Prisoner. "Shall we continue."
"Of course. But before we begin, what is your name?"
"I see. Very exotic. Now, let Recoome ask: exactly why did you choose to fight Recoome?"
"Why, you ask? Hmm. It's like I said before; you, alongside the other one that defeated Sweet Mask, were the only ones that caught my eye. Whenever I see a handsome man, I just can't help myself. It's actually how I ended up in jail."
"A gay hero, in jail? You must have had prisoners lining up by cell number for their daily hole inspections, if you know what I mean."
"Very funny, and while I did manage to get to peek through a hole or two, everything was consensual."
"Recoome sees. Well then, enough chit-chat!" Recoome flexed his muscles, bent his knees, and tightened his biceps while keeping his arms up in the air. "Now, before we begin our match, I'm obligated to inform you that you're dealing with the Five Time Champion!"
Puri-Puri-Prisoner shot Recoome a confused look. "Champion of what?"
"Wrestlemania!" Recoome pointed at his opponent and began shouting,"Puri-Puri-Prisoner! You talk about your life as a prison rapist and how your sexual encounters were "consensual", but whether or not that's true, that doesn't mean a goddamn thing to this man! BECAUSE THE NAME'S RECOOME! IT RHYMES WITH DOOM! AND YOUR HOLES ARE GONNA BE HURTING... ALL... TOO... SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!"
Puri-Puri-Prisoner stood silent, yet his face was relaxed and one could tell the S-class hero was quite amused by the loud and game-show-host attitude he displayed in his presentation. "Very well then, Recoome. I like your flamboyant attitude, so I'll play along with whatever little wrestling persona you've developed for yourself."
Puri-Puri-Prisoner began flexing his muscles similar to Recoome, and started doing poses in the process. "I, Puri-Puri-Prisoner, have had many unsavory moments of defeat at the hands of monsters more powerful than I. I might be at the lowest level of S-class, and I may have had my moments of weakness that got me sent to a warm bunk and three meals a day, but that matters not at this moment! Today, I will prove my worth as an S-class hero!" Puri-Puri-Prisoner pointed at Recoome and scrunched his eyebrows. "So I, Puri-Puri-Prisoner, the angel of the depths, will send YOU to YOUR DOOM! ALL! TOO! SOON!"
Recoome gave Puri-Puri-Prisoner a teeth-filled smile. "Finally! Someone who gets it! That's what Recoome likes to hear! This will truly be the pinnacle match of the Friezamania!"
"Enough talk!" shouted Lord Frieza. "Let the third round commence!"
"Alright! Recoome will start the round with a Recoome Elbow!" Recoome sprinted up to Puri-Puri-Prisoner, and elbowed the S-class hero in the face. Puri-Puri-Prisoner staggered back, clutching his face in pain. "Come on! Don't tell me after all that monologuing, Puri-Puri-Prisoner can't even stand up to a Recoome Elbow!"
"Not even close!" Puri-Puri-Prisoner quickly sprinted up to Recoome and punched him hard in the face. "Angel Punch!" Refusing to let him recover, he came up to Recoome and launched a powerful right jab. The force of the blow sent Recoome staggering back a few feet, with his head facing the ground. Puri-Puri-Prisoner smiled to himself. 'Good. At least I was able to deal some damage to him.' But his smile faltered when he saw Recoome with a smile of his own. "Nice attempt. But Recoome's not gonna go down with attacks as weak as that."
"This isn't good." Puri-Puri-Prisoner touched the tip of his nose, and grimaced at what he saw. Blood was streaming down his nostril; this was a mirror reflection of his battle with the Deep Sea King. No, Recoome was even stronger than the Deep Sea King. And if what he saw in this mirror wasn't a facade, then Puri-Puri-Prisoner wasn't going to last much longer. So in order to stay on top in this fight, he was going to have to come up with a very good strategy to play on Recoome's weakness. But he couldn't even land a proper blow in this form, so there was his only choice; Angel Style, here he came.
"Did Recoome knock a circuit loose in you already? Why are you staring out into the stars like that?"
Puri-Puri-Prisoner turned back to Recoome, his face still confident and determined. "Recoome, you're about to see stars illuminating the battlefield. Ready? Transform!" Puri-Puri-Prisoner's body began to illuminate with a light purple hue; his skin went from a pale white color to a rainbow symposium of colors. But as quickly as this colorful light came, it vanished. What came next was all of Puri-Puri-Prisoner's clothing ripped off of his body, the sheer size increase of the S-class hero's muscles too big for them to handle. "PURI-PURI-PRISONER ANGEL STYLE!" Puri-Puri-Prisoner began posing, stretching his body parts and flexing his arm muscles in the process. "My Angel Style enhances my fighting strength to amazing heights! And I've learned a few lessons in these past few weeks, and not only that, but I've done some seriously intense training in preparation for the arrival of your boss, so beating me won't be as easy as you might think."
"Interesting. This will certainly bring Recoome some more entertainment. And Recoome has to say, nice."
Puri-Puri-Prisoner took a second to realize what he meant, and when he did, he let out a sly smirk. "Thank you."
"Not that I swing for the other side, but yours is too big to go un-complimented. Now then, let us resume our battle!"
Puri-Puri-Prisoner launched himself at Recoome and jabbed him in the gut. Recoome, however, managed to block Puri-Puri-Prisoner's attack and threw a right hook to the S-class hero's head. But before Recoome's fist could make it, Puri-Puri-Prisoner kicked him hard in the stomach and hit him again with a powerful left side kick. Puri-Puri-Prisoner followed up with his left kick, and struck with his signature attack. "Dark Angel Flash!" Black wings appeared behind Puri-Puri-Prisoner, and the S-class hero bombed Recoome with a barrage of punches with intent to kill. Recoome's feet were hammered into the ground, and as he was propelled back, the tiles on the ground began to rupture and crack.
Recoome licked the edge of his mouth, and became infuriated with what he tasted: his own blood. "Recoome's blood is starting to boil! You asked for this!" Recoome flew toward the S-class hero and attacked with a stream of kicks. Puri-Puri-Prisoner was able to match each of his attacks, albeit some nominal pain with every attack. Recoome briefly stopped his punches, then twirled himself around. Puri-Puri-Prisoner realized what he was trying to do: he was trying to gain momentum through his spinning like a dancer, or even a ballerina. Once Recoome finished spinning around multiple times, he swung his leg to where Puri-Puri-Prisoner was standing. But Recoome quickly realized that Puri-Puri-Prisoner had disappeared from his line of sight. The S-class hero reappeared in his line of sight and kicked him in his jaw.
Recoome let out a groan. But sadly, Puri-Puri-Prisoner's kick wasn't strong enough to faze Recoome completely, and he retaliated with a strong uppercut into Puri-Puri-Prisoner's stomach. The force from both fighter's attacks created small shockwaves that managed to ruffle up the hair of the heroes who were spectating. Both fighters were pushed back a few feet, the air of hostility only heightened through these blows.
Garou could tell the intensity at which Puri-Puri-Prisoner was fighting at. Recoome was certainly a better fighter than the short one, and he could see his movements were faster than the first contestant. Right now, Puri-Puri-Prisoner looked like he was at a severe disadvantage, and unless he was able to expose Recoome's weakness, Puri-Puri-Prisoner's hole was already dug.
Nappa's focus was split between trying to track the insane power that was sprinting further away from him, who he assumed was Saitama's energy, and the big collection of energy levels that were all gathered around Frieza and his cohorts. When he felt 5 power levels coming up from space, it didn't take a genius for him to put two and two together. But he'd never expected Frieza AND the Ginyus to arrive here all at once; looks like Frieza was pulling out all the stops for this jam in his empire. He'd felt some power levels spike, then suddenly crash in less than a minute, so he guessed there were some sort of 1v1 duels or matches going on, and whoever lost would end up paying the ultimate price: their pride.
Nappa had to find out what was really going on. First, he'd strangle Vegeta to death. Then, he'd explain the situation on why he did that to Frieza, and assuming Frieza was the cold, calculating, egotistical reptile who only viewed his soldiers as commodities, he'd take Nappa back with open arms. He hoped.
"Hey Nappa." Sonic broke through Nappa's train of thought. "I gotta ask you something."
"How were you able to use all of those supernatural abilities? Like flying, being able to create an aura around your body that shook the ground around me, and create those energy blasts?"
"Ok two things." Nappa swung his body around to face Sonic. "One, why in the hell would I tell you how to do that, and two, why in the hell do you want to know?"
"You don't understand..." Sonic ran his hands through his hair and turned his back to Nappa. What had gotten into him? Ever since Nappa had given him that courtesy of respect, Sonic began tossing and turning in his bed with a new feeling that he couldn't quite describe. His defeat by Saitama's hands had made him feel inferior in every possible way, and right now, the only who could comprehend what he was going through was the very guy who defeated him.
"You understand what I'm feeling after being defeated by Saitama, and you understand that I am sacrificing a part of my pride by asking you to teach me what you know about your superpowers. I wouldn't be asking you such a thing if I knew any other way, but I don't have any other way. All the training I've done, every time I am defeated and start a new regiment, I feel the growth in strength is less and less. It's as if I've reached the limit of my strength and the knowledge on how to get any stronger, and at my current strength, I'm still not nearly strong enough to confront Saitama once again. I'm asking you, from one warrior to another, can you help me to become stronger?"
Sonic expected Nappa to throw another vociferous and insulting comment for exposing his inner insecurity like this, but the room was filled with nothing but silence. When Sonic rolled back to face Nappa, Nappa's mouth was just a straight line. His eyes were blank, his hands were on the floor, and his face showed no sign of anger or condescension. It was almost like he felt... compassion. Compassion for Sonic's internal turmoil and struggle because he had seen it somewhere in another young, ill-mannered fighter before who'd never had the guts to speak up about how he felt.
Sonic felt like he could have stayed that way forever, until Nappa finally spoke. "You might be a speedy prick, but I have to admit, you surprised me. I figure teaching you a thing or two won't be too bad. And besides, even if you knew how to use your energy, you'd still be totally screwed against me."
Sonic's eyes widened. "Wait, so is that a yes?"
Nappa slapped his hand to the floor. "Get your ass down here, you punk-ass bitch!"
"Yes! Soon, Saitama's bald head will be mine!"
The battle between Recoome and Puri-Puri-Prisoner was still going on, and the heat was only getting more intense.
Puri-Puri-Prisoner kneed Recoome in the stomach, which sent him flying into the sky. But quickly recovering, Recoome struck a pose while midair and shouted,
"Recoome Renegade Bomber!" From Recoome fired a consecutive series of purple energy blasts. Puri-Puri-Prisoner let out a slight gasp, and swiftly jumped and ran across the stadium in an effort to confuse Recoome and make it more difficult to predict where he would be. Recoome laughed in delight while he watched Puri-Puri-Prisoner running from his attacks like a weakling. Then, for a brief moment, Puri-Puri-Prisoner disappeared from his line of sight.
"Nice try, Puri-Puri." Recoome grabbed Puri-Puri-Prisoner, who had unsuccessfully attempted to sneak behind Recoome while he was distracted with his Renegade Bomber, and grabbed him by the waist. "But your stealth is nowhere near Recoome's!" Recoome flew down to the ground, and with all of his might, slammed Puri-Puri-Prisoner to the ground. Fragments of stone and huge dust winds formed at the impact of the fall, spreading all across the stadium and into the eyes of the spectators.
"That was a doozy, mate," said Jeice.
"That's gonna leave a mark in the morning," added Burter.
"If he even gets to see another morning," said Guldo.
"Damn straight!" shouted Burter in response.
The smoke began to clear, and the heroes waited in nervous anticipation to see how bad Puri-Puri-Prisoner was damaged. But they didn't even need to wait for the smoke, as Puri-Puri-Prisoner suddenly jumped out from the point of impact and onto the hero's side of the arena.
"Puri! Are you alright man?" shouted Superalloy Darkshine.
"He's got me in a pinch, Darky." All of the heroes could see from his heavy breathing and the many wounds on his body that he was telling the truth. "I'm not sure if I can win this one."
"I got an idea for you," said Metal Bat.
"Oh? And what might that be?" replied Puri-Puri-Prisoner with an aggravated tone.
"Use your ball and chain from your prison. You've still got it attached to your leg."
Puri-Puri-Prisoner looked down, and sure enough, his ball and chain was laying on the ground. Puri-Puri-Prisoner grabbed the handle of the ball & chain, and snapped it in two.
"Hmm... I'm not accustomed to using a weapon, but given how things are going right now, I don't think I have much of a choice." The S-class hero began spinning the weapon in a circular motion, testing it and swinging it repeatedly to test its mobility. "It's worth a shot."
Meanwhile, Recoome was searching for Puri-Puri-Prisoner through the wall of dust. "Where did you go, Puri-Puri?! You can't run from Recoome!"
"Who said I was running?"
Before Recoome had the chance to look up, he was quickly nailed across the face by an iron ball. Recoome staggered back. He quickly ran his tongue through his mouth to see if his teeth were still there, and thankfully they were.
"That's cheating! You can't use weapons!"
"Oh, and it's fair that you can fly and use energy attacks that could wipe a hero more powerful with a single blast?"
"You can't do that?"
"No, only espers and some monsters can perform such feats."
"You know, he makes a valid point." The dust finally cleared, and the spectators were able to view what just happened, with Frieza chiming in when he heard this argument. "And I especially love how this is coming from the one who snuck onto the arena while his teammates were trying to decide who would go next."
"Yea, ya bloke!"
"I think that just levels the playing field, so suck it up Recoome," shouted Ginyu.
"Alright FIIIINNNNNNEEEEE!" Recoome bounded towards Puri-Puri-Prisoner, but the hero had expected this; just as his fist was about to connect with his opponent's face, Puri-Puri-Prisoner bent downward, and his body was right above him. Puri-Puri-Prisoner swung his iron ball into Recoome's danger zone.
The pain was like nothing Recoome had ever felt in his life. Once everybody got the small picture, they all gasped and squinted their eyes, letting gasps and ohs of pity and disgust.
"That was overboard!" shouted Jeice.
"Not cool!" yelled Burter, followed by several more insults by the Ginyu's.
"It wasn't intentional! I meant to hit his stomach! Either way, he had it coming!"
Recoome was on the ground, writhing and squealing and holding his cojones like his life depended on it. Puri-Puri-Prisoner stood above Recoome, watching this display of pain. Then, in an uncharacteristic move, he kicked Recoome in the stomach which sent him a couple of feet up into the air. "Sorry, but I'm here to win. And while the loss of your boyhood is tragic, it's not like there was much to lose any way."
Puri-Puri-Prisoner continued his assault. To torment him even more, the S-class hero pummeled him with his iron ball, swinging away at his arms, his legs, his back, basically every part of his body that could be hit was being hit by this iron ball of death. Puri-Puri-Prisoner was beaming. He had to admit, Metal Bat's idea wasn't all that bad; he might actually use this as a permanent weapon.
Recoome's body then plopped down back onto the arena. Puri-Puri-Prisoner landed on the opposite side of the small crater with a thud, just about 20 feet away from Recoome. "Puri-Puri-Prisoner's Dark Iron Angel Style is my best style yet!"
Recoome's fingers began to twitch, and he slowly began to push himself off of the ground. "He can still stand? With such large muscles as those, I can see why," said Darkshine to nobody in particular.
"How dare you..." Recoome was looking at the ground, but Puri-Puri-Prisoner could hear from his voice the pure anger coursing through him. "Recoome shows you respect, and you go so low as to take Recoome's Crown Jewels and smash them up into little pieces. You... you bastard..." On cue, Recoome began to scream, a purple aura enveloping him as he powered up to his maximum state. "THAT'S IT! Recoome has had enough!" Recoome bent his knees and balled his hands into fists. Puri-Puri-Prisoner didn't like what was going on. "Puri-Puri-Prisoner, feel the strength of the Recoome Ultra Fighting Miracle-"
But before he finished, Recoome used his instantaneous movement, and Puri-Puri-Prisoner gasped when Recoome appeared right in front of him.
With his entire body illuminating with a bright purple glow, Recoome landed his ultimate attack with a right uppercut, driving into Puri-Puri-Prisoner's stomach.
The S-class hero was sent several hundred feet into the air, flipped in the air about 300 times, and when he finally came back on the ground, Puri-Puri-Prisoner landed on his face, cracking the tiles.
"Oh, Recoome forgot one more thing." Recoome craned his leg back, and drove his foot straight into Puri-Puri-Prisoner's nutsack, eliciting another round of shock gasps and hums of pity.
"It doesn't feel too good, does it?!" Puri-Puri-Prisoner gave no response. "Recoome is done with you, Puri-Puri-Prisoner." He turned his back to the prisoner, but he gave one final look at his opponent, and spit on his naked body.
His teammates once again began whooping, cheering, and applauding Recoome as he stood on the edge of the stage, taking in the glory of his victory.
"Good job buddy!" shouted Guldo.
"Recoome told you he would win it for you, Guldo!" Recoome then began doing poses on the edge of the stage in a gloating fashion. "Yea! Recoome is number one! Recoome is the ultimate king of the Friezamania!"
"No, you aren't!"
Recoome's eyes widened. No... It couldn't be. Sadly, before he had the chance to turn around, he felt two feet pushing his back. "You let your guard down! Double Angel Kick!"
If Recoome had been closer into the arena, he could have been able to plant his feet into the ground or stop the momentum of the kick, but he was standing RIGHT at the edge of the arena, so sadly, Recoome could do nothing as his whole world came falling down off of his victory stand.
Recoome then landed onto the stone ground just outside of the arena, with Puri-Puri-Prisoner standing on top of his fallen body. "Now, if I recall, I believe if you are knocked out of the arena, you lose. And since my feet haven't touched the ground, that means I haven't landed out of the arena. So in that case, I'm the winner."
Recoome lifted head and quietly spoke with whatever voice he had left, "How did you survive Recoome's Ultra Fighting Miracle Punch?"
"Throughout all of my recent fights and my time in prison, if I've gained anything, it was endurance. But if it's any consolation, that hurt like hell."
Puri-Puri-Prisoner leapt up from Recoome's body and back onto the stage, where he slowly trudged himself back onto his side, where the heroes were all waiting for them with grins on their faces. Even Garou gave a few nods of respect.
"Thank you all for your support." Puri-Puri-Prisoner reached the edge of the stage, and jumped back down to the ground where Superalloy Darkshine, Bang, Bomb, and other heroes gave their claps of congratulations. However, their celebrations were halted when they noticed Puri-Puri-Prisoner suddenly started wobbling in his place.
"Are you alright man?" asked Superalloy Darkshine.
"Darky, you might not realize it, but look." Puri-Puri-Prisoner pointed at his stomach, and everyone gasped when they noticed a huge blood splotch all over his abs. "It's a miracle that I survived that. I've been toughing out the pain, but now... I need... rest..." Everyone gasped as Puri-Puri-Prisoner collapsed onto the ground. Superalloy Darkshine brought his fingers to Puri-Puri-Prisoner's throat, and let out a breath of relief when he felt a pulse. "He's fine. Just unconscious."
"He went through a hell of a beating," commented Garou. "Even though he has a perverted sense of justice, he still fought a decent battle."
On the other side, Recoome grudgingly pushed himself off of the ground and flew up to the Ginyu's, who all had disappointed looks on their faces.
"Recoome, mate, that was a pretty big let-down there. I really thought ya had it in the bag," said Jeice.
"You ruined our winning streak man," added Burter.
"Don't add any more pain than there already is," said Recoome in a weak, almost whispering voice that was devoid of passion.
"Just... stand here on the sidelines, Recoome," ordered Captain Ginyu. Not even bothering to look up, Recoome did as he was told, and kept his head and shoulders slouched in humiliating defeat.
"So, Burter, Jeice, I've already decided I'm going last, so why don't you two decide amongst yourselves who's going to be the next contestant?"
"With pleasa, cap'n."
"Rock, Paper, Scissors?" said Burter.
"Obviously," replied Jeice.
The two Ginyu's extended their hands, chanted the three words, and yelled, "Shoot!"
Alas, the winner of this mini-game wasn't the Space Australian, but the speedy-quick blue snake guy.
Burter shouted in triumph. "Yea! The fastest guy in the universe is the contestant for round 4! But ummm... What are we gonna do about the arena?"
Burter motioned to the arena, and the other Ginyus saw his point; the arena was filled with several craters, both large and small, and dozens of white stone tiles were either shattered or missing.
"Oh, don't worry." Lord Frieza stood up from his hover chair and raised his hands. "I dabble a little in telekinesis too, you know." Frieza lifted his index finger up, and from the ground, he lifted two more boulders. In a mirror method of Tornado, he slammed the rock into the ground, cut the other boulder into several more white tiles, and smoothly placed all of the white tiles on the areas with the missing or broken tiles. "There, done and done."
"Superb job, my lord," remarked Captain Ginyu.
"Thank you, Captain Ginyu. Burter, go enjoy yourself."
"Will do, Lord Frieza!"
In less than .5 seconds, Burter appeared on the newly refurbished arena. "Since Recoome gave his nifty little intro, I figure one of my own isn't out of line. My name is Burter, and I'm the fastest guy in the universe. Any of you want to challenge that title?"
"Ok, so we've got one of these guys." All of the heroes looked to each other, and noticed the one who said it was, of course, Flashy Flash.
"Wow, it seems kinda redundant, don't you think?" said Metal Bat. "The fastest guy in the universe versus the "fastest" guy in the Hero Association?"
"You're not funny, Metal Bat." Flashy Flash vanished in an instant. The S-class hero then re-appeared, standing superbly confident against Burter. "Oh, and what's your name?"
"You can call me Flashy Flash," replied the hero.
"Seems kinda braggish, don't you think?"
"Coming from the guy who calls himself the fastest in the universe."
"Ok, now that the formalities are out of the way, let the 4th round of the Friezamania begin!"
Round 3 goes to the heroes, folks! I'm probably going to get alot of comments saying how it's bullshit that Puri-Puri-Prisoner won, or how he's stronger than Genos is, even though Genos gave Deep Sea King a harder time and he's higher in rankings, or how weapons can't give somebody that big of an advantage. Well, here's my reasoning:
In the battle between Sonic and Deep Sea King, you saw how Sonic was only able to briefly stun Deep Sea King with his Wind Blade Kick, showing that while he was faster, he was ultimately unable to deal any damage to him. ONE confirms himself if Sonic had weapons, he would have been able to beat Dry Form Deep Sea King, showing that weapons do have an impact. I could give other examples, but I think you get the point.
Now, referring to Puri-Puri-Prisoner's power, in his brief scuffle with the Deep Sea King, he was able to knock the monster's jaw out of place with a single punch when he wasn't at full power, and with his Angel Rush, Deep Sea King had to keep his arms up to defend himself from the blows, and this was also while Puri-Puri-Prisoner didn't have killing intent fresh in his mind.
Now finally, to the people who don't like the way in which I write my story, then why are you even bothering reading the story in the first place and spending your time and effort to list the things I do wrong? There must be SOMETHING about the story that attracts you to keep on reading it and reviewing it, or else you wouldn't post multiple reviews. If you have advice, then by all means, I am open to suggestions, and you can PM me on ideas, but if you really think my writing sucks and things shouldn't be happening, then don't read it, and write your own stories to show your own writing abilities. And kakarotsanmistic, I've noticed every time you review my story, your insults are shorter and shorter... what's up with that? Hmm?
Oh, and one last thing: in honor of making it to 50,000 view on this story, I just started a new story named Monstrum Hominis, which is a cross-over story on One Punch Man and an anime OVA series called Hellsing Ultimate. If you haven't watched it, it has a lot of good action scenes and another awesome and overpowered protagonist. Stay tuned for Chapter 19!