The hard rock was blasted like it had been hit by high explosives—shattering instantly. Countless fragments, laced with dark energy, shot in every direction as dust and smoke billowed through the cavern.
Missing with that strike, the avatar's massive mouthparts snapped open. Inside wasn't flesh at all, but a spinning, boiling abyss of pure darkness. A dark energy sphere—compressed to the extreme and radiating an ominous, light-devouring pull—formed at high speed. Carrying the aura of total annihilation, it fired like a cannon shot, roaring straight for Saitama's face.
Against an attack that would've forced most heroes into full defensive formation, Saitama's expression didn't change.
He didn't even bother to dodge.
He simply raised his right fist—still wearing that red rubber glove—and swung forward.
No dazzling light. No complicated energy fluctuations.
Just the simplest, purest force, condensed into a single point—then released.
The instant his knuckles touched the dark sphere, that demon-god-powered mass reacted like a bubble meeting its natural enemy. Even its explosion was crushed into near-nothing—only a short, muffled "puff" escaped before it was shaken apart into countless thin wisps of black smoke, which the punch wind immediately scattered and erased into nothingness.
But the punch didn't stop there.
That overwhelming physical shockwave became a visible air blast that surged onward and slammed hard into the avatar's chest while it was still momentarily lagging from its failed attack.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The demon god avatar actually staggered back several steps from the aftershock of that casual punch, stamping deep crater-like cracks into the solid ground with every step.
"Your attacks," Saitama said as he drew his fist back, his tone as flat as if he were commenting on the weather—almost bored, with a faint hint of fatigue, "don't really feel any different from the other guys we've run into."
That offhand judgment was more infuriating than any vicious taunt.
Blasphemy.
A complete blasphemy against supreme power.
"ROAR!!!"
The avatar bellowed. The dark energy around it erupted like a boiling oil vat, instantly going berserk as it surged wildly upward—thick as ink—nearly filling the entire upper half of the cavern.
Then, in the next moment, that massive power split apart, forming thousands upon thousands of warped, razor-sharp phantom claws of darkness. They blotted out the view, screaming as they came from every direction, every angle, converging on Saitama at the center—swearing to tear him into the smallest scraps.
The field of vision was flooded by endless black claws, the barrage so dense there was no space left to evade.
Yet Saitama only stood there.
Then he moved.
There was no earthshaking fanfare—only an absolute domain blooming around him, woven from countless overlapping fist afterimages.
His punch speed had already surpassed the avatar's attack speed… surpassed even the limits of visual persistence itself. It looked as if, in that single instant, he had thousands of arms striking at once.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!…
A rapid chain of sharp, shattering sounds erupted, nearly merging into one continuous roar—like rain hammering banana leaves. Every phantom claw that touched those plain-looking punches met the same fate: like glass encountering its nemesis, it burst apart without suspense, collapsing back into chaotic black fog.
No matter how many spells you throw. No matter how many forms you change into.
I break it all… with one punch.
(End of Chapter)
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