Wooooom—!
An indescribable, terrifying aura erupted from Saitama's seemingly ordinary body! The air around him twisted violently, and a faint yet blinding radiance spread from him—so dazzling it was hard to look at directly, as if he'd become a humanoid sun!
"It ends here!"
Saitama growled low, then stomped down hard!
Boom!
The ground blasted into a crater, and his body became a streak of light faster than the eye could track, shooting straight toward the horrified Nazalor at an unimaginable speed!
His right fist clenched tight, gathering every ounce of his strength, willpower, and that awakened mysterious energy. Wherever his fist passed, space itself seemed to warp and collapse, releasing a strained hum as if it couldn't bear the load!
Nazalor felt a deadly threat like never before—power that could truly erase him completely. He let out a despairing screech and drew on every last bit of dark energy inside him, even burning his own source to build one abyss-deep dark barrier after another in front of him, each carved with countless evil runes, trying to make a final stand!
The next second, Saitama's shining fist slammed into those layered defenses head-on!
BOOOOOOM!!!!!!!
A violent explosion beyond words erupted! Ultimate light and ultimate darkness collided, detonating into a devouring blaze of radiance and a world-shaking roar! The entire ancient ruin trembled madly—chunks of stone and pillars collapsing everywhere, as if the apocalypse had arrived! Everything would be decided in this final collision!
The blinding flash and deafening thunder lasted several seconds before slowly fading.
The hall was a wreck, as if it had been scoured by countless heavy bombs. Dust filled the air. Rubble covered the floor.
At the center of the battlefield, Saitama still stood with his fist extended.
In front of him, Nazalor's massive body remained frozen in place, his face locked in disbelief, terror, and despair. His solid shadow armor was already gone without a trace. In the center of his chest was a huge hole punched straight through—no flesh or blood at the edges, only black motes of light continuously leaking out and vanishing.
"I… actually…" Nazalor forced out a few words.
Then his entire body, like a sand sculpture left to dry, began to crumble and disperse from the point of impact—breaking down into the most primal dark energy particles, until he was completely erased from the air, leaving not the slightest trace behind.
The world-ending Nazalor was utterly defeated by Saitama's full-power punch!
But before anyone could even catch their breath, Saitama, Doctor Strange—who had just repelled another wave of dark creatures—and the Guardian all changed expression at the same time and snapped their eyes toward the center of the hall.
That dark rift hadn't closed with Nazalor's destruction.
Instead, it was as if it had been completely enraged. It twisted and swelled violently! And what surged out this time wasn't ordinary dark creatures, but a far more condensed, far more dread-inducing aura of pure darkness. The pressure in that presence even seemed to faintly surpass Nazalor from before!
"It's not over…" Saitama clenched his fist, his expression turning serious again.
Doctor Strange and the Guardian quickly moved in closer. The three stood back-to-back, supporting each other, braced for what was coming.
They all understood: defeating one Nazalor might've only bought them a moment. The real challenge—the deeper, stronger threat from the abyss—might only now be starting to reveal the tip of the iceberg.
(End of Chapter)
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