At this moment, the world fell silent!
Only that overwhelming, earth-shattering sword strike shattered the space!
Seeing this scene, Fubuki was filled with shock and terror.
Saitama, witnessing it, was momentarily stunned.
But very quickly, an unprecedented light burst forth in his eyes!
Such a powerful attack!
Truly a very powerful attack!
So strong that... it stirred ripples on the calm lake of his long-unshaken heart!
Saitama suddenly grew very interested!
So this world still had such a strong existence capable of unleashing this level of attack!
Realizing this, Saitama suddenly became invigorated.
In that instant, he swept away his previous indifference and calmness, becoming extremely serious and earnest.
No sooner said than done.
Almost the moment Saitama became fully serious, that blue streak had already ripped through space and arrived right before him!
"Good timing!"
Saitama immediately shouted low and then threw a powerful punch.
"A serious punch!"
His plain, unremarkable fist instantly stirred up a terrifying, ferocious gale, crashing violently against the blue streak!
Boom!!
The heavens and earth trembled violently, and a deafening roar echoed throughout City A!
All sound vanished from the world!
As Saitama's fist connected, the blue streak suddenly froze, then abruptly expanded, blooming proudly like a blue blazing sun!
At that moment, Fubuki, who had been desperately flying far and high, was still swept away by the shockwave.
Her delicate face was filled with shock and horror, almost to the extreme.
From her perspective, it was clearly visible that most of City A was shrouded by that blue blazing sun!
Within the blazing sun, countless terrifying sword energies crisscrossed, sharp energies ravaging everywhere—soil, stones, building debris, everything was almost pulverized into fragments.
And so.
Moments later, when the blue blazing sun faded, what appeared before Fubuki's eyes was a scene resembling a hellish abyss!
She was high in the sky, looking down, only able to see a small, shattered area of the Hero Association headquarters; the rest had almost entirely turned to dust.
Especially the battlefield where Ryuu Kumo and Saitama had been—there was a huge, bottomless crater, pitch black, like a road leading straight to hell!
"Hiss!!!"
"City A... destroyed??"
Fubuki gasped and stared blankly at the scene before her.
Although City A had been ravaged once by the Vaccine Man, it was still barely a damaged city back then.
But now, after that blue blazing sun had scorched through, City A had truly become a ruin!!
What an astonishing, world-shaking power!?
One strike destroyed an entire city!?
This was nothing less than apocalyptic power!
Fubuki was completely stunned, hovering in the sky.
After a long while without any sound from below, she finally came back to her senses and hesitantly flew toward the battlefield ruins.
At this moment, she was extremely cautious, like a frightened little rabbit—any slight disturbance could probably make her scream.
Carefully and cautiously, taking some time, Fubuki finally approached the battlefield ruins.
Although she knew it was dangerous, having witnessed the entire battle, she could not help but be curious to see the outcome.
Who... had won or lost!?
Flying into that hellish crater, Fubuki soon spotted a faint light.
Her eyes shifted, and she immediately approached, seeing a familiar figure.
A white cloak, yellow bodysuit, and that faint light was emanating from the bald head.
It was Saitama!
At this moment, Saitama's clothes were tattered and shredded, covered with cuts and sword marks, yet he still stood firm, his eyes flickering.
Fubuki was instantly shocked.
Even after that terrifying clash of power, this bald man was unharmed?
What kind of abnormal defense was this!?
However, the shocked Fubuki did not notice that Saitama was not completely unscathed.
On the back of his fist, there was a faint sword scar—though light, it proved he was not unharmed!
He was injured, because of that man who called himself Dracule Mihawk!
Coming to his senses, the fire in Saitama's eyes burned even more fiercely, like a blazing flame!
At this moment, he no longer wanted to learn swordsmanship but wished to have a great battle with that man!
He hadn't experienced this kind of fighting thrill for a long time!
Getting hurt, feeling tension, risking death—that was what made a fight meaningful!
"Dracule Mihawk! Let's fight again!"
Thinking this, Saitama clenched his fist excitedly and shouted.
But when he looked around, Dracule Mihawk's figure had vanished.
"Hmm!?"
Saitama was stunned.
At the same time, Fubuki also grew puzzled.
After finding Saitama, she instinctively searched for Dracule Mihawk's figure.
Although Saitama seemed fine, Dracule Mihawk's condition was unclear.
So the outcome of this battle could not be judged yet.
What surprised her was that Dracule Mihawk was gone!
Yes, completely gone!
Fubuki desperately mobilized her limited psychic power to search but never found Dracule Mihawk's figure.
Instead, not far from the center of the battlefield, she found a young man with delicate features.
But this young man was already unconscious.
Who was he?
A survivor of this battle?
And where had the vanished Dracule Mihawk gone?
At this moment, Fubuki was filled with questions.
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