Whoosh!
The instant the Demon Lord and Saitama charged at each other,
the ground beneath their feet shattered, and the air along their paths erupted into violent shockwaves!
There was no noisy trash talk.
No flashy opening techniques.
Saitama and the Demon Lord simply threw a punch—straight at each other.
In the blink of an eye—
Their fists collided.
BOOM!!!
A sonic boom mixed with a deafening explosion tore through the entire duel arena.
Terrifying pressure swept outward, whipping up a gale so strong it stung everyone's faces.
Not only that—
Even the entire Sabaody Archipelago trembled violently.
As the smoke cleared…
Everyone's pupils shrank.
The Demon Lord's arm was gone?!
Blood poured onto the ground, reflecting the horrifying stump.
Meanwhile—
Saitama was completely unharmed.
The only difference was a bit of dust on his yellow suit.
Just as everyone was still in shock—
Evil Little Dragon let out an excited roar.
"Hey!"
"Bald guy, didn't you eat today or something?!"
"Can you put some strength into it?!"
"And also—why didn't you punch his head just now?!"
Everyone's faces twitched.
Filial piety.
Peak filial piety!
This was filial devotion taken to legendary levels!
At this moment, Yamato blinked and looked at her old man.
"Kaido, why don't you go fight too?"
"Aren't you supposed to be the strongest creature?"
Kaido: "..."
Damn it.
Other than Rayleigh and that fox-eared girl,
who here can I actually beat?!
Go fight?
If you want me dead, just say it!
Meanwhile—
The Demon Lord forcibly suppressed the urge to violently discipline his idiot son and spoke in a deep voice:
"Your strength is impressive."
"But how about your speed?"
As he spoke, he activated the Horse Talisman, Dog Talisman, and a certain form of sorcery.
His severed arm regenerated instantly.
"Sure."
Saitama nodded silently, still wearing that dead-fish expression.
The moment his words fell—
The two charged again.
This time, their speed was so fast that only top-tier beings like Kesha, Morgana, the Dark King, and a few others could barely track their movements.
As for Rayleigh, Kaido, and the rest—
They could only see two black blurs flashing across the arena, accompanied by thunderous impacts.
Rayleigh rubbed his dry old eyes and muttered in shock:
"So this is the Demon Lord's true strength…"
"It seems when he fought Evil Little Dragon before, he was really just disciplining his kid, not going all out."
Hearing this—
Evil Little Dragon froze.
Now that he thought about it…
It really was like Rayleigh said.
In their past fights, the Demon Lord always stopped short—never actually trying to kill him.
But he himself…
He'd gone all out every time—targeting the groin and head, showing zero mercy.
And now, the reason his father stepped onto the stage—
Wasn't it all just to regain face for him?
Realizing this, the excitement on Evil Little Dragon's face slowly turned into regret.
At this moment—
Using the Rabbit Talisman's speed, the Demon Lord completely suppressed Saitama!
Explosions from the Dragon Talisman, piercing eye beams from the Pig Talisman—
attack after attack slammed into Saitama.
And yet—
What shocked the Demon Lord was—
After nearly hundreds of attacks,
Aside from damage to his suit, Saitama didn't have a single injury.
His bald head still shone brilliantly.
From beginning to end, his expression never changed—
dull, numb, as if nothing mattered.
"I can tell you haven't been serious."
"Are you looking down on me?"
The Demon Lord growled and punched Saitama in the head.
Bang!
With a dull thud—
Saitama's head only tilted slightly.
"No… you're strong."
"I'm just afraid the fight would end with one punch."
Saitama shook his head and replied sincerely.
"I won't die. Don't hold back."
"For nearly two years, I've only been roughhousing with my idiot son."
"Not a single fight has ever satisfied me."
The Demon Lord stopped attacking and spoke slowly.
"Then come."
Saitama's eyes sharpened.
The moment the words fell—
They charged again.
This time—
The Demon Lord didn't clash head-on.
First, he used the Rat Talisman to grant life to the stone lions, stone tigers, and other lifeless statues in the arena.
Then he transformed into an ant and hid in the shadows, silently observing Saitama's weaknesses.
All that talk about "letting loose" and "enjoying the fight" earlier?
Pure bluff.
Playing dirty.
Breaking promises.
Going back on one's word.
Holding grudges.
That was the Demon Lord's true creed!
Now—
Facing dozens of suddenly animated creatures—
Saitama's expression remained unchanged.
One punch per enemy.
"Playing hide-and-seek now?"
Not seeing the Demon Lord, Saitama plunged both hands into the ground and lifted upward.
"Serious Table Flip!"
In an instant—
The entire duel arena's ground cracked apart and was flipped into the air!
The earth shattered into massive chunks, hurled upward until they smashed into the barrier above, before raining back down.
Seeing this—
A certain handsome man wearing sunglasses felt intense heartache.
That was money!
Just routine maintenance alone would cost a fortune!
Whatever…
With Tesoro that gold-laying goose around, money wasn't an issue!
Everyone else stared wide-eyed.
That was tens of kilometers of ground—
Flipped like a table?!
Just how terrifying was this bald caped hero's strength?!
The Demon Lord—still an ant clinging to a rock—furrowed his brow deeply.
Too strong.
Even with the Dog Talisman's immortality,
facing power on this level head-on was impossible.
He'd have to run as far as possible—
Otherwise… he would definitely die!
Most importantly—
This guy didn't seem to have any weaknesses.
Just as the Demon Lord was thinking—
Saitama suddenly appeared and extended two fingers, preparing to crush the ant.
"This is pretty interesting."
"You can even turn into an ant."
Seeing this—
The Demon Lord had no time to think.
He instantly canceled the Monkey Talisman's transformation and threw a punch.
At the same time, scorching breath blasted from his mouth, and twin laser beams shot from his eyes.
BOOM!!!
Amid a violent explosion—
The Demon Lord's massive body burst out of the smoke, flying backward.
His right arm was once again smashed into dust.
Blood sprayed everywhere.
Un-dead nerve tissue writhed at the wound—
But in the next instant, the arm regenerated once more.
"It seems you weren't exaggerating."
"Even in the tavern, very few can withstand your punch."
"At the very least—my idiot son can't."
The Demon Lord spoke quietly.
"Thanks… but…"
"This fight should end now."
Saitama's expression finally grew serious.
His body lowered slightly as he assumed a stance.
"Consecutive Normal Punches!"
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