An absurd yet logical guess took shape in his mind; without realizing it, Sitch was already drenched in cold sweat.
Mr. KING doesn't unleash his power at random, and this energy fluctuation is extremely unstable. That leaves only one possibility…
The Strongest Man on Earth is right now fighting another powerhouse.
At the thought, Sitch hurried forward, almost pressing himself against the giant screen, eyes locked on the blurry image, and asked:
"Who is Mr. KING fighting? Can the satellite get a shot of the other party?"
The energy waves from the battle alone surpassed most Dragon-level Disasters, nearly reaching the legendary God-level.
It's clear that whoever is fighting Mr. KING absolutely outclasses most Dragon-Level threats—possibly even a rumored God-level monster.
The satellite image sharpened: a yellow bodysuit and a gleaming bald head came into view.
The staff members were stunned once more; someone couldn't help shouting:
"It's Caped Baldy—rank 17 S-Class Hero Caped Baldy is battling Mr. KING!"
What?!
Sitch's eyes bulged. Before he could speak, a shrill alarm blared and the huge screen flashed blood-scarlet.
A giant exclamation mark appeared in the center, underscored by a line that could fill anyone with dread.
[Energy signature exceeding Dragon-level Disaster detected—preliminary classification: God-level threat]
…First punch.
King and Saitama collided head-on in mid-air.
King's fist blazed with golden energy and surging blood-qi, wrapped in faint-green Psychic Power, pushing his power to the limit.
Saitama's fist, by contrast, wore nothing but a cheap-looking red glove—utterly plain.
Yet the instant their fists met, King truly understood what "One-Punch Man" and "Bald Demon King" meant.
The flashy effects shattered in an instant; the arm he'd struck let out a sickening crack, twisting into a grotesque shape.
Terrifying force flooded his body. King felt every bone in his right half crumble, his organs taking varying degrees of damage.
Mid-air, he shot backward like a cannonball, smashing into the earth and kicking up endless clouds of sand.
The ground behind him gave way; spider-web fissures spread, forming a crater hundreds of meters across.
A green flash swept over him the next second—his shattered bones and organs mended instantly, good as new.
He flew out of the crater as if nothing had happened; his clothes didn't even show a bloodstain.
No surprise—his whole right arm had turned to mush inside; only the skin stayed intact, so of course there was no blood.
Seeing this, Saitama's expression flickered; he froze for a beat.
He stared at his own fist, then at King smiling back unharmed, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
Someone actually took my punch… Great!
All along, Saitama had wanted a fight that could thrill him, but every monster—no matter the rank—fell in one hit.
That went on so long that he lost all passion for battle; it was just boring.
Like turning on an invincibility cheat in a game—fun at first, but it quickly becomes dull.
Now, seeing King take a punch and stay standing, Saitama felt true excitement for the first time.
Maybe… this guy KING can give me the fight I've been craving?
That first punch, truth be told, Saitama had held back a lot.
He knew KING, as The Strongest Man on Earth, had to be strong, but he didn't dare risk it.
What if I used too much force and killed my best friend?
But now… Saitama clenched his fist and vanished at a speed the eye couldn't follow.
Since KING blocked the first punch so easily, a bit more power couldn't hurt!
Second punch.
Recovering, King saw Saitama move; a lethal premonition exploded in his mind as a savage fist-whoosh brushed his cheek.
Crap!
He jerked aside, barely dodging Saitama's left hook.
The missed punch released its destructive force outward; the air cracked with a snapping sound, nearly shattering on the spot.
That fearsome fist-wind barreled onward, flattening a mountain hundreds of meters tall into level ground.
Seizing the opening, King focused, whipped his fist high, and slammed it into Saitama's gut.
Brutal power blasted through, carving a visible white trail behind Saitama.
As for King's own feeling—he was completely numb.
Literally numb.
For every action, there's an equal reaction; his punch had been like an ordinary man smashing his fist into a steel plate—his knuckles were now powder.
Needless to say, the blow hadn't hurt the Bald Demon King; it merely sent him flying backward.
Realizing he was hurtling through the air from the impact, Saitama frantically adjusted his posture.
Seeing that, King suddenly understood: this was the best attack window he would get—it was time to burn his youth!
Mountainous blood-qi erupted within him and burst outward; the steam wreathing his body turned blood-scarlet.
Every muscle fiber unleashed monstrous physical power. Under Precise Control, each fiber tore as strength surged beyond its limits.
The vast blood-qi blazed like fire—and in an instant shaped itself into a roaring blood-qi dragon!
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(End of Chapter)
[Throw some stones]