Thump—thump—thump!
An engine-like heartbeat thundered without end; the roar of the king Engine shook heaven and earth.
The Giant Younger Brother noticed King hovering in mid-air and realized this tiny human had blocked his fist.
At that instant, the Giant Younger Brother froze.
Wasn't I supposed to be the strongest being alive? How could anyone stop my attack? Impossible!
The shock in his heart, mingled with grief and rage over his brother's death, crumbled what little sanity remained after his colossal transformation.
He let out a beast-like roar; muscles bulged layer upon layer, blood and qi surged through his body, granting him ruinous power.
With one stride, the Giant Younger Brother hurled a straight punch; before the fist arrived, its fierce wind had already formed an air-cannon blast.
Should this fist land, the shockwave would obliterate half a city.
Even without any special ability, this body—pushed to the extreme—placed him above Dragon, and in pure close combat he could wrestle with the pinnacle of Dragon.
"Die!!"
That near-deranged howl brimmed with killing intent; the Giant Younger Brother wanted only to grind the foe into pulp.
Facing such a mighty blow, King remained calm, golden hair streaming in the wind:
"If this is all you've got, it's far from enough."
He spoke, then—without even opening the Eight Gates—threw a light, floating punch.
One fist was human-sized, the other house-sized; the outcome should have been obvious.
The next second, the fists collided.
An invisible tempest swept every direction; the titanic clang of power made the nearby space warp.
A crisp crack of bone rang out, followed by the sticky sound of flesh bursting, and blood rained from the sky.
The Giant Younger Brother clutched his shattered fist; pain returned the sanity that rage had stolen, his eyes full of disbelief.
He howled, stumbling backward, panic and terror flooding his heart.
"Impossible… I'm the strongest… these muscles can't lie…"
"No!! I'm the strongest! How could you hurt me?! Why won't you die?!"
His mighty flesh writhed; the mangled fist was clamped shut by flexing muscle, forcibly staunching the blood.
King shook his hand, rather impressed: the guy was ridiculously tough.
Among every monster he'd fought, this body dwarfed the fragile Vaccine Man.
Even when Vaccine Man entered his second-stage berserk form, he couldn't compare with the Giant Younger Brother.
That punch had been meant to blow half the giant's body apart; it had only smashed a fist.
No wonder the creature could survive a punch from Saitama in the original story without exploding—its toughness commanded King's respect.
Wait… watching the roaring giant, King suddenly thought of something.
With a body that huge, even in death its fall would obliterate the area.
And the thing was so durable—why not use it to test a skill?
The idea drew a slow grin across his face.
A skill he'd had since crossing over—never once used.
Barely recovered from the agony of his shattered fist, the Giant Younger Brother felt a soul-deep premonition of death.
He jerked his head up in dread to see King set himself, white steam billowing—clearly the Seventh Gate had opened.
What—why does the human suddenly feel so deadly?!
King focused; the white steam flushed with threads of blood, seething qi spreading across his skin.
He raised his leg; an ocean of qi poured out, condensing in an instant into a roaring crimson Dragon.
Destructive force gathered along the leg; space twisted wherever it passed, the target area locked tight.
Night Guy!!!
Fear took the Giant Younger Brother.
For the first time since gaining supreme power, cold sweat the size of humans dripped from his brow.
In that qi-Dragon, he sensed absolute doom.
He tried to flee, but the space was sealed; no matter where he turned, the kick would find him.
A cornered rabbit will bite—let alone a self-proclaimed strongest giant.
With a final roar, he dropped his center of gravity, hips and core whipping his body as he smashed out a desperate punch.
Fist and foot collided mid-air, qi-Dragon and titanic hand locking for an instant.
The stalemate lasted less than 0.1 seconds.
To the giant's horror, the Dragon shattered his fist, ground the arm to pulp, and bored straight for his chest.
Flesh flew; a crimson rain filled the sky, chunks of meat bursting like fireworks.
The Giant Younger Brother's bewildered head soared; his entire upper body exploded under Night Gale, leaving only the lower half standing and the head sent flying.
A being whose Dragon-Peak body lacked special abilities and thus ranked only at Dragon was obliterated in one kick.
The qi-Dragon faded, revealing King.
He surreptitiously clutched his right leg, grimacing in pain.
"Tch—one kick and my shin's cracked; hurts like hell!"
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(End of Chapter)
[Throw some stones]