Chapter 179: Are These Two Even Human?!
The ultimate sense of crisis exploded in an instant.
Every single strike was a Serious Punch! So this was the Bald Demon's most powerful technique: [Omnidirectional Serious Beatdown]!
Despite the frantic alarms screaming from the depths of his soul, King's face showed no hint of fear. Instead, a savage, exhilarated grin spread across his features.
Come on! The stronger the attack, the better! The more you hit me, the faster I evolve!
His excitement reached a fever pitch as his aura began to surge and swirl, becoming increasingly violent and brilliant.
Wreathed in crimson steam, King unleashed thousands of punches in a single heartbeat, meeting every one of Saitama's Serious Punches with pinpoint accuracy.
Seeing King launch such a resolute counter-offensive, every one of Saitama's high-speed afterimages seemed to smile in unison—a smile filled with pure satisfaction and warrior's respect.
Yes! This is it! Fight! Enjoy the peak of combat!!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!
Deafening roars erupted from the collision of their sheer power, echoing through the dark, lonely void. The space surrounding them began to spiderweb with cracks before shattering completely into a thousand jagged shards.
The berserk shockwaves swept through the sector with unrivaled majesty. Even a star the size of the Sun would have been pulverized by the raw, concentrated force of their exchange.
As countless spatial rifts manifested, rivers of silver spatial chaos began to pour out. This "silver tide," capable of annihilating reality, descended upon the battlefield.
A normal person would have fled in terror; even a God-tier being would approach such spatial turbulence with extreme caution. Yet, the moment the silver chaos appeared, it was instantly vaporized, reduced back into basic subatomic energy particles by the mere proximity of King and Saitama's power.
Tens of millions of kilometers away.
Blast watched the scene from afar, his scalp tingling with a chill he hadn't felt in eons.
He wasn't watching with his naked eyes. He had used his spatial power to condense a screen of light, "livestreaming" the battle between King and Saitama.
But in the next heartbeat, the spatial screen began to flicker violently before twisting and shattering into nothingness.
The space in that entire sector has been completely torn apart... my spatial energy can't even penetrate the energy field they've created...
Blast's expression turned grim. He knew Saitama and King were powerful, but the performance they were putting on right now far surpassed any "God's Chosen" he had ever encountered in his years of guarding the dimensions.
Actually, forget the Chosen. These guys even beat the hell out of GOD Himself.
Just who or what are these two...?
This question haunted Blast. He had guarded the Earth in silence for decades, yet he had never heard the names of these two titans until recently.
If they had been this powerful before, they should have been detected by his sensors long ago.
Upon returning to Earth recently, Blast had used his high-level S-Class Rank 1 authority to scour the records for everything regarding King and Saitama's lives before they joined the Association.
To his shock, he found that before their debut, both names were effectively invisible. Their resumes were... suspiciously ordinary.
Saitama's record claimed he was a generic salaryman who had been laid off. Nothing special.
King's record was just as mundane—an otaku who lived a quiet, secluded life. Neither had ever shown even a hint of this level of power.
Could it be... that before they decided to become heroes, they were both hidden masters who just wanted to live in peace?
Blast felt his theory was 90% correct. After all, how else could someone go from being a regular human to an unobservable cosmic horror in just three years?
"But seriously... these two are just ridiculous."
He didn't even need his spatial screen anymore. Blast simply looked up. In the distant starry sky, blinding bursts of energy ripples were visible to the naked eye.
Stars in that region were winking out one by one. The brilliant starlight was being snuffed out by the sheer collision of their energy.
From Blast's perspective, the Milky Way looked like it had been scooped out by a giant spoon. The sector where King and Saitama were fighting had been turned into a total, absolute vacuum.
Suddenly, he felt a violent shockwave crossing the tens of millions of kilometers, slamming into his position. Blast lost his cool.
What the hell?! ARE YOU TWO EVEN HUMAN?!
Without hesitation, Blast triggered his spatial powers. Dozens of spatial barriers stacked in front of him while numerous warp portals manifested around his body.
The shockwave arrived and shattered dozens of high-density spatial shields like they were made of paper, continuing forward with unrivaled momentum.
Veins bulged on Blast's forehead as he used every ounce of his strength to redirect the incoming energy into his portals, dumping it into a far-off, empty dimension.
"Phew... those two are absolute freaks."
It seemed his decision to step down was the right one.
I'm just an old relic being left behind by the era. The new age needs the youth to protect it.
Blast crossed his arms, floating in the vast cosmos. Behind his yellow goggles, his eyes watched the distant, roaring destruction with a look of genuine relief and pride.
He never regretted giving up his Rank 1 spot. Before the Hero Association even existed, Blast had been traveling the world, performing deeds of justice and laying the foundation for the current human society. He wanted humanity to grow, to become great enough to overcome any obstacle.
If it's these two... maybe the threat of GOD can be resolved permanently. Maybe He won't be able to invade Earth ever again.
As a warrior who had fought GOD for years, Blast knew that King driving Him out of the Earth's orbit didn't mean the plan was dead.
GOD was a high-dimensional being. He was undoubtedly in the higher realms, healing His wounds and waiting for a moment of weakness to return.
"Hm? The space in that sector seems to be stabilizing."
Lost in thought, Blast noticed the spatial fluctuations in the distance were resetting. He snapped back to focus.
He couldn't forget his current job: acting as the referee for these two "Monsters."
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