This was the strongest strike King had ever unleashed.
A Blood-Qi Dragon, thousands of meters long, shot skyward; its roar shook heaven and earth, and its terrifying aura spread across thousands of li in an instant.
People caught in that aura felt a sudden, instinctive panic—like prey sensing an apex predator. Every nearby city watched in stunned silence as the dragon soared toward the firmament.
Even Saitama's expression turned serious. Fierce gales battered his ragged white cape, whipping it violently.
He hovered mid-air, fists clenched, arms swelling with muscle, poised to strike.
Not bad… when confronting this move, Night Guy… I can actually feel a hint of danger without going serious.
Saitama hadn't felt that sense of crisis in ages—but now King had reignited it.
To show his respect, he raised his fist. Serious? Wait—he wasn't allowed to use Serious Punch.
While he hesitated, the roaring Blood-Qi Dragon arrived from below, a sea of crimson qi surging straight at his face.
One above, one below—ten thousand meters in the sky—a head-on collision.
"Consecutive Normal Punches!"
Nearly a hundred Normal Punches overlapped, forming a red afterimage of fists that slammed downward into the dragon with unstoppable force.
The world seemed to fall silent; color faded to gray, time itself frozen.
The next instant, color returned—a violent storm of energy exploded outward, racing a thousand li in the blink of an eye.
At its heart, Saitama's punches smashed the crimson Blood-Qi Dragon to pieces.
Feels even softer than last time… if last time was like hitting frozen tofu, this time it's soft tofu—shattered in a few strikes.
The moment that thought formed, King's foot shot out of the crimson debris, slamming into Saitama's abdomen.
Exactly—the kilometer-long dragon was only a decoy, an overflow of power. The true strike, condensed to its fullest, came from King himself.
King's body teetered on the edge of collapse. Containing such vast power internally created crushing pressure. Crimson cracks spread across him; he could explode at any instant. Ultra-Speed Regeneration kicked in whenever a fissure appeared, instantly knitting him back together.
In short, King was dancing on the knife-edge of disintegration.
Sensing the attack, Saitama felt the titanic force about to blast him away. Yet his reflexes were supreme. In a flash, he returned dozens of Normal Punches at King.
High above the Earth, a yellow streak shot into space, breaking the atmosphere in a split second—though flying crookedly.
Saitama tried to steady himself, but momentum carried him uncontrollably outward. His yellow jumpsuit shredded at the abdomen, revealing six sharp blocks of muscle. Clearly, King's ultimate Night Guy attack had only ruined the suit.
Eyes narrowing, he clawed at the void, compressing air into solid grips to brake himself. Flames burst around his fists—friction against nothing—but it barely slowed him.
Soon, with oxygen gone, Saitama pierced the vacuum, smashing into the cratered lunar surface.
He rolled, climbed from the fresh crater, and surveyed the alien silence. With no atmosphere, sound couldn't travel—only the pounding of his heart and the rush of blood in his ears remained.
So I was punched to the Moon… KING really is something.
Floating above the surface, Saitama stretched, a satisfied grin on his face. He hadn't enjoyed a fight this much in ages. Since going bald, his power peaked and every foe fell in a single punch. Though barred from Serious Punch, this battle against KING was thrilling.
Time to return to Earth.
He scooped a nearby Moon rock, tossing it to gauge the gravity difference. Then he crouched, planted his feet in the lunar dust, and unleashed his leg muscles with unimaginable force.
Boom—boom—boom!
Silent fury spread across the Moon. Spider-web cracks radiated from his landing spot, scattering dust and jagged rock like shattered glass.
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(End of Chapter)
[Throw some stones]