The battle had nearly plunged heaven and earth into darkness.
Their power was simply too immense; to avoid destroying the surface, they had climbed ten kilometres into the sky, almost to the edge of the atmosphere.
Watching Saitama soar freely, King finally lost it.
Dude… did you forget you can't fly?
Truly, if you could imagine it, there was nothing Saitama couldn't do.
He had never been able to fly before—or so he thought. But the moment he ignored that rule, he began floating effortlessly.
They clashed again; in less than a second, Saitama's fist tore forward, shattering King's entire right arm into a mist of blood.
The colossal impact sent King tumbling through the air; even with Psychic Power to brake, he couldn't stop instantly.
Green light flickered as his blood-mist arm began to regrow—skin and flesh forming at visible speed, pale bones reforming in an instant.
Damn… this guy's gotten way stronger!
Probably Saitama hadn't even noticed, but his strength skyrocketed by the second.
If everyday Saitama improved 1% a day, in combat he gained 1% every second—and the longer the fight, the faster the growth.
Once the Bald Demon King got serious, his power curve became monstrous; every second he could kill the previous second's version of himself.
Right now, barred from using Serious Punch, his body wasn't fully fired up—but his mind was thrilled enough.
Before King could steady his flying body, Saitama blinked in front of him, fist swelling in his vision.
At that instant, primal danger exploded in King's mind. Without hesitation, he streaked away at full speed—nearly a thousand li—leaving a beam of light behind.
The punch missed, but its gale punched through half the planet's clouds in a single sweep.
Seen from space, Earth's cloud layer looked neatly parted down the middle—like a perfect centre-part haircut.
"Don't run, KING!" Saitama shouted, shooting forward in pursuit.
[Serious Series • Serious Chase]
The rule only banned Serious Punch; other Serious moves were fair game.
Normal vs. Serious just meant how hard Saitama chose to try.
[Normal Table-Flip] flips the surface gently; [Serious Table-Flip] flips it hard.
Meanwhile, King flew on, gasping for breath.
Barely six minutes in, he had regenerated hundreds of times—a massive stamina drain. Yet that was precisely King's edge.
Now that the relentless combat paused, his stamina surged back, most of the loss returning in seconds. Think of it like an RPG's out-of-combat auto-heal—useless while the battle raged.
Suddenly, ice shot up his spine; a raging fist-wind roared into his ears with a piercing sonic boom.
His pupils shrank to pinpoints; without hesitation, he hurled dozens of punches straight at the source of the sound.
"Evening Elephant!"
Tens of air-cannon beams ripped the sky, trailing white scars, warping space and shaking heaven and earth. One blast could pulverize a Dragon-Level Monster.
Yet a red-gloved fist pierced the barrage, planting itself in King's chest.
Boom-boom-boom!!
Like a meteor, he crashed from the sky into a forest. The titanic force annihilated several kilometres of ground.
Visible shockwaves flung broken earth and trees sky-high; the entire forest was obliterated.
In the huge crater, King lay dazed, his pale-green Psychic Power shield flicking dust away.
He looked down: a hole gored clean through his torso, only scraps of flesh holding him together.
Hiss… this guy's attack has reached this level… Grimacing, he watched the cavity refill in moments, good as new.
If the Bald Demon King keeps powering up, staying in the fight is pointless—I'll get one-shot by a Normal Punch.
Fine… he shakily stood, blood from his forehead wound evaporating in the crimson aura blazing around him.
"Thud… thud… thud! Thud! THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD!!"
A steady drumbeat of a heart rang out like an engine, rippling invisible waves that made pebbles levitate. Sky and earth quivered to the King Engine's rhythm; debris floated skyward.
Next, his blazing crimson qi surged skyward, rapidly taking shape. Tail, body, head, scales…
A dragon thousands of metres long loomed like a red mountain range, roaring at the bald head above.
With his Death Gate physique, he reopened the final gate, stacking his ultimate kill-move: Night Guy.
Unleashed on the planet, the kick could crack the world itself.
This strike had stepped into god-tier.
"Night Guy!!!"
The Blood-Qi Dragon shot upward, blotting out the sky.
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(End of Chapter)
[Throw some stones]