A gale whipped at Saitama's cloak (if he had one), but he himself was like a mountain rooted in the earth—he didn't budge an inch. The terrifying wind pressure from Hulk's punch blew the dust behind him clean away, yet still couldn't force him back even half a step.
A flicker of confusion flashed through Hulk's bloodshot eyes. He tried to pull his fist back—only to find it was as if it had been welded into the other man's hand. No matter how hard he strained, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree.
He let out a furious roar and slammed down with his other fist too—only for Saitama to casually raise his other hand and block it as well.
"Hey," Saitama said. His voice wasn't loud, yet it strangely cut through Hulk's roaring and the explosions around them. "Knock it off. You'll hurt someone."
His tone carried a hint of exasperation, like he was scolding a noisy neighbor's kid.
Hulk grew even more enraged. Every muscle in his body bulged as gamma energy boiled to its limit. He tried to crush the tiny human in front of him with nothing but brute force.
But Saitama only looked at him quietly—his eyes completely emotionless. No fear. No anger. Just flat indifference.
They stayed locked like that for about three seconds.
Then Saitama seemed to get bored.
The hand gripping Hulk's fist gave a gentle push forward.
Yeah—just a gentle push.
As casual as pushing open a door that wasn't fully shut.
But the moment he did
Hulk's multi-ton body shot backward like he'd been struck by an invisible giant cannonball. His feet left the ground as he flew uncontrollably, smashing through countless broken walls and collapsing half a street's worth of already-unstable ruins before finally stopping in a massive cloud of dust.
The rubble fell silent.
The savage green glow in Hulk's eyes faded at a visible rate, replaced by confusion and exhaustion. The abnormal gamma surge seemed to be forcibly cut off by that incomprehensible blow.
His huge body began to shrink, reverting to the frail form of Doctor Bruce Banner, who passed out among the debris.
Iron Man and Thor stood there in a daze, staring at the bald man still standing in place.
Tony's faceplate opened, revealing a face full of shock and disbelief. Thor gripped his hammer tightly, looking at Saitama, then at the "tunnel" Hulk had carved through the ruins, and for the first time felt doubt about the power of his own godly strength.
Saitama brushed nonexistent dust off his hands, looked around at the devastation, then at the unconscious Banner, and scratched his shiny head.
"Uh… I think I might've used a little too much force? He's not dead, right?"
After saying that, he turned around like nothing happened and kept walking in the direction he'd originally been headed—leaving behind two stunned superheroes and a silence that needed time to be processed.
Deep in the Atlantic, beneath a trench ten thousand meters down, there should've been nothing but eternal darkness and stillness.
But humanity's endless hunger for resources shattered that peace.
A deep-sea drilling platform, like a steel beast, drove its probe into the earth's crust.
Today, it awakened an "indigenous resident" far older than itself.
Violent tremors surged up from the seabed. The workers on the platform stared in horror as the instruments went wild. Then the seafloor beneath the platform split open
And countless gigantic tentacles covered in suction cups burst out like claws from the abyss, easily wrapping around the platform's support structures. Solid alloy steel beams were crushed and twisted in their grip like plastic straws.
(End of Chapter)
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