"Quick, dodge!!"
From afar, Strange shouted in alarm. He wanted to help, but with his shallow skills he was already struggling against two zealots. Supporting Saitama could only mean firing off some half-baked spells.
Kaecilius's invisible blade stabbed hard into Saitama's bald head. His corrupted eyes gleamed with excitement—already savoring the moment of killing this unexpected opponent.
But instead of a kill, a deafening metallic clang rang out.
The shockwave nearly tore the blade from his grip, splitting his palm open and drawing blood. Kaecilius staggered back, stunned, staring at the shiny bald dome.
His blade hadn't even scratched it.
This… what the hell?!
Strange froze mid-shout, the zealots paused too. The fight ground to a halt.
"W-what just happened? Did the boss… scream?"
"Shouldn't he have killed him? Why does that bald head look like it blinded me instead?"
The zealots exchanged bewildered glances.
Meanwhile, Strange blinked in disbelief—relief flooding his chest. Saitama wasn't dead.
And then… a cloak flew through the air, fastening itself onto Strange's shoulders.
He grabbed a massive mace from the church rack and swung—only for the Cloak of Levitation to emit an annoyed hum and lock the weapon in place, leaving it awkwardly suspended before the zealots.
Strange: "..."
What the hell? Why did it feel like the cloak owned him, not the other way around?
The zealots stared, then grinned at each other.
"Get him!!"
They lunged, resuming the brawl.
On Kaecilius's side, the dark disciple jabbed Saitama twice more.
Clang clang clang!
It was like stabbing iron. The bald head didn't even show a mark. Well… there wasn't any hair to lose anyway.
"This… this is impossible! No sorcerer's body is this strong! You're not human—you're not from Earth!"
Finally realizing the truth, Kaecilius snarled. Yet to him, only sorcerers were true threats. This bald man? Just a freak.
"Get down!"
He spread a magic array. The church twisted like blocks, flipping Saitama upside-down and sending him plummeting into the depths. The floor sealed shut, trapping him within.
Perfect!
Strange's face paled. Against a top-class sorcerer like Kaecilius, one mistake meant death. That bald stranger…
"Now for you, Doctor."
Kaecilius grinned, striding toward Strange.
But the doctor's eyes went wide—not with fear, but with disbelief. He raised a trembling hand and pointed behind Kaecilius.
Kaecilius frowned, then slowly turned.
Crack.
A thin fracture split the sealed floor.
Craaaack!
The break spread like wildfire, until finally—
BOOM!
The ground burst open. A gleaming bald head popped out, followed by the rest of Saitama casually climbing up.
He snapped the floor like a cookie, dusting off his shoulders.
"Man, that was close. Dark and creepy down there. Felt kinda scary."
Strange: "..."
Kaecilius: "..."
Zealots: "..."
"Impossible! Damn it!!"
Kaecilius roared, conjuring a blazing wheel of magic. The church warped, collapsing in on itself, skyscrapers from the mirror dimension pressing inward like titanic jaws.
Strange's scalp went numb. That much force would crush him into paste.
Saitama, engulfed by the collapsing world, vanished into the rubble as Kaecilius screamed:
"Die, baldy!!"
(End of Chapter)
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