This sudden twist instantly threw off the rhythm of the battlefield. Seizing the breathing room, Nazalor immediately withdrew a distance. His chest heaved violently as he greedily absorbed the thick dark energy surging from the rift. The shoulder armor that Saitama had scattered with a single punch began to slowly repair itself, and the power he'd expended was partially replenished as well.
"Tch. What a pain." Saitama frowned. He had no choice but to temporarily stop his pursuit of Nazalor and sweep his gaze across the hall, which had become crowded and chaotic in an instant. The situation that had just started to become clear turned far more complicated and troublesome with the arrival of these dark reinforcements.
Facing the incoming tide of dark creatures, Saitama didn't hesitate at all. He made the clearest and most effective call immediately. His loud voice crushed the noise on the scene:
"Doctor! Guardian! You handle the small fry. I'll take the big one!"
The tone carried unquestionable decisiveness and overwhelming confidence. Hearing that, Doctor Strange and the Guardian instantly understood and nodded.
Doctor Strange thrust both hands forward. Part of the golden rune chains that had been used to restrain Nazalor abruptly shifted direction, lashing out like scorching whips at the charging flying fiends.
The Guardian let out a battle roar and swung his ancient weapon glowing with white light, charging straight into the humanoid dark soldiers rushing in from the ground, buying them time to regain their footing.
As for Saitama—right as he finished shouting those words, his eyes had already locked onto Nazalor again as the destroyer recovered his strength. The ground under Saitama's feet trembled faintly, and his figure exploded forward, charging once more straight at the world-ending foe!
"ROAR!" Nazalor also bellowed. Newly gathered dark energy surged like a raging tide as he swung his claws to meet the attack.
The two collided again in the center of the hall!
Saitama's extreme, pure physical power clashed violently with the vast dark energy Nazalor controlled. Every time fist and claw met, an ear-splitting boom erupted. Terrifying shockwaves spread outward in layers, shredding any stray dark creatures that got too close into pieces. The entire hall was completely filled with destructive energy collisions, as if it could collapse at any moment.
In the middle of this high-intensity battle against an enemy of Nazalor's caliber, Saitama felt something deep inside his body—something that had been silent for a long time—starting to awaken.
It wasn't the physical strength he gained from ordinary training, but something more fundamental, more profound. As the fight continued—especially when he focused his mind to the limit and pushed his power to a certain threshold—this hidden force began to stir, like a sleeping dragon opening its eyes.
Gradually, that power became a trickling stream that flowed into his limbs and bones. Saitama could clearly feel it: his speed climbed another level on top of what it already was, and the kinetic force and destructive power within his punches underwent a qualitative leap.
His attacks became sharper, harder to predict. Each punch was no longer just a release of brute force—it carried an indescribable, rule-piercing quality. Nazalor's sturdy shadow armor, facing fists infused with this awakened power, seemed to become fragile.
Boom! Crack!
Another punch landed—this time solidly slamming into Nazalor's chest. Large chunks of armor blasted apart, and the leaking dark energy almost formed a small cyclone. Nazalor let out a soul-rending roar, his body staggering backward.
(End of Chapter)
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