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"Perfect timing! Just in time! Saves me the trouble of searching for them one by one!"
"What 'strongest on earth'? What 'bald head and cloak'? Today, you two will become stepping stones for me, Grandpa Bakuyama, to ascend to godhood!"
He exerted a sudden force, trying to break free from Saitama's grip, while the arm that had been suspended in mid-air started moving again, aiming straight at KING!
"Dark Hell Style Ultimate Technique: Hellish Funeral Hand Chop!"
He actually wanted to fight two opponents at once! Attacking two S-class heroes simultaneously!
"Oh?" Saitama still looked unmotivated.
Lin Mo didn't even twitch his eyebrows, and even yawned.
"Let's start with you! The strongest on Earth? Die, King!"
Baoshan chose to attack Lin Mo, whose name was more famous, and his huge fist, carrying the momentum to crush everything, slammed towards Lin Mo's head.
"It's noisy."
Lin Mo spoke up somewhat impatiently.
He didn't even take his hands out of his pockets, but casually raised his right leg and delivered a side kick that landed precisely on Baoshan's elbow joint.
A cracking sound of bone breaking rang out.
Bakuzan's unstoppable punch instantly lost all its power.
His incredibly strong arm was kicked inward by Lin Mo, bending into a strange "V" shape!
“Aa ...
The belated, excruciating pain caused Bakuzan to let out a piercing scream, his arrogant expression instantly replaced by agony and disbelief.
How could this be?! How could his powerful physique be so easily...?
Before his screams had even subsided, Saitama on the other side also moved.
"You seem pretty proud of your muscles," Saitama said calmly, looking at Bakuzan's body contorted in agony. "Well then..."
The hand that held Baoshan's fist tightened its grip slightly with its five fingers.
With a muffled thud, Baoshan's enormous fist, along with half of his arm, instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh-!!!"
The double pain made Baoshan's screams even more piercing.
His massive body trembled violently from the excruciating pain.
However, the two heroes' attack was far from over.
Lin Mo did not retract his kick, but instead moved upwards, slicing through Bao Shan's chest with perfect precision!
"Pfft——!"
A deep, bone-revealing wound stretched from Bakuzan's chest all the way to his chin!
Blood gushed out like a fountain!
At the same time, Saitama's free right hand was clenched into a fist.
He stared blankly at the enormous, grotesque figure before him, which was writhing in agony.
He slowly raised his fist and whispered three words to Bakuzan.
"Ordinary punch."
Chapter 146 Emperor's Engine
"Ordinary punch."
The moment those three words were uttered, Saitama thrust his clenched, red-gloved fist forward.
Lying on the ground, Shuilong could only see that the seemingly ordinary fist touched Baoshan's massive body.
Immediately afterwards, Bakuzan's face, contorted with pain, froze.
An irresistible force struck, instantly shattering Baoshan's massive body into pieces, leaving only two legs standing forlornly in place.
But the force did not stop at all, and it brutally passed through the original location of Bakuzan, bombarding the already dilapidated ruins of the arena behind him.
"boom--!!!"
A violent shockwave swept outwards in all directions.
The surviving martial artists were blown about by the hurricane and had to use all their strength to lie on the ground to avoid being blown away.
The remaining half of the arena, and the open space behind it, were completely destroyed by this seemingly casual punch.
[From the mountain's resentment and terror, Energy Points +6000!]
When everything settled down, the scene left all the survivors in a state of mental blank.
Bakuzan, that arrogant monster who dared to challenge two S-class heroes at the same time, is now completely dead.
Only the bald man who slowly withdrew his fist remained in place.
The white cloak behind him fluttered powerfully in the aftershocks of the punch.
Ignoring his face, his imposing silhouette alone makes him appear like a war god, majestic and awe-inspiring.
The entire massive arena fell into a deathly silence.
dong... dong... dong...
Only the thunderous heartbeat of King still echoes, tolling the final bell of this battle.
Saitama slowly withdrew his fist, looked down at it, and then blew away non-existent dust.
"Ah, finally it's quiet."
He spoke in a flat tone, as if he had just swatted a pesky mosquito.
Lin Mo finally lowered the leg that had delivered the earth-shattering kick. He yawned and said, "Thank goodness, I made it just in time..."
The closest person to Saitama, Suiryu, lying at Saitama's feet, was completely unable to comprehend what he was seeing.
He stared blankly at the bald man, his eyes empty and unfocused, then subconsciously glanced at the tall figure beside him.
As a genius successor of the Dark Body Fist, Shuilong's understanding of martial arts far surpasses that of ordinary people.
He could see that King's kick contained a perfect combination of skill and power—
That is the embodiment of honing the word "skill" to its limit—precise, efficient, and lethal.
Shuilong's gaze returned to the bald man.
What exactly is this bald man's "ordinary punch"?
That's not martial arts at all.
This punch lacked any stance, power generation technique, momentum, or even killing intent.
Shuilong's mind went blank.
S-class hero? This is what an S-class hero is like?!
His proud Dark Body Fist, his martial arts talent that he was so proud of, seemed so immature and crude in the face of King's divine kick.
His strength, his power that allowed him to do whatever he wanted, was insignificant compared to the bald man's "ordinary" punch.
Ridiculous, so ridiculous.
Everything he had pursued and been proud of in the first half of his life seemed so laughable and insignificant in front of these two figures.
He pursued pleasure and looked down on the heroes' desperate defense because he felt he was powerful enough to do whatever he wanted.
But today he realized that his little bit of strength was nothing in front of a true powerhouse.
A soft exclamation broke the silence that had everyone in a daze.
Saitama seemed to suddenly remember something, and gently tapped his left palm with his right fist, looking at the place where the mountain had just been blown to ashes.
"I remember now, it was at that martial arts tournament... what was it called again? Exploding... Exploding juice?" He tried hard to recall, his brows furrowing slightly.
"No, it looks like... Bakuzan? Yes, that's the guy. No wonder he looked familiar."
Then, he turned his head and looked at Lin Mo not far away. His signature dead fish eyes blinked, revealing a hint of dissatisfaction.
"Hey, KING, where did you go? I looked for you and Genos in the stands for ages and couldn't find them," he said in a complaining tone.
"The association sent an emergency alert that a large number of strange people have appeared in various parts of the city. Genos and I went to deal with them separately. I didn't want to disturb you since you were still playing the match."
Lin Mo shrugged, automatically ignoring the complaint in the bald man's tone.
He paused, then added, "However, Genos has run into some trouble and has been sent to Dr. Kusno for emergency repairs."
"I came back after dealing with the weirdos I was dealing with, but it seems... it's over."
The surviving martial artists looked at each other, their minds finally beginning to function again.
Everything that happened today was so surreal that they still felt a little like it wasn't real.
From hell to heaven, only two heroes separate us.
Yes, it's over!
As soon as Mr. KING and Mr. Bald Capeman arrived, that terrifying monster didn't even last a minute before he was completely finished!
Is this what an S-class hero is like?!
Is this humanity's guardian deity?!
“I’m…I’m saved…” an elderly martial artist murmured, his lips trembling.
“We…we survived…” Another young man’s legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground, then he held his head and wept with joy.
Overwhelmed by the joy of surviving the ordeal, many of them wept with joy and collapsed to the ground.
One, two, three... The long-suppressed fear and despair transformed into tears of ecstatic joy at this moment.
The way they looked at the two figures was beyond words.
Just then, Saitama scratched his smooth head and spoke again, asking a question that made everyone hold their breath:
"Speaking of which, I've been hearing a lot of thumping sounds. Was that you, King?"