All of a sudden, a huge mass of clay surged forward like a tidal wave. It rapidly condensed and reshaped—until it actually turned into a "Clay Saitama" that looked exactly like Saitama!
Even the yellow suit and bald head were copied perfectly, except its whole body was made of dark-brown clay.
"Clay Saitama" even mimicked Saitama's movements, taking a punching stance—though it looked a bit stiff.
Saitama tilted his head as he stared at the copy. For the first time, a hint of interest appeared on his face. "Oh?"
Daredevil warned nervously from the side, "Be careful! It might be copying your abilities!"
"Clay Saitama" attacked first, throwing a punch at the original, whipping up a foul wind.
Saitama didn't dodge, and he didn't use anything fancy either—he simply answered with the same thing: one straightforward punch, meeting the copy's fist head-on.
"BOOOM!"
There was no suspense. The clay fist instantly collapsed and exploded into splattering mud. Along with it, "Clay Saitama's" entire arm was shaken into flying mud droplets by the power inside Saitama's punch.
But those scattered mud droplets wriggled the moment they hit the ground, quickly gathering again, trying to fuse back together. The shattered "Clay Saitama" restored itself in no time, only its color seeming a bit lighter.
"So it really can revive." Saitama nodded, like he'd confirmed something. He stepped in again and threw another punch—this time straight into "Clay Saitama's" face.
"Puchi!"
The copy's head burst apart, but the headless body was still moving, mud sloshing as it tried to grow a new one.
Saitama stopped paying attention to the endlessly regenerating copy. His gaze shifted toward the direction the clay tide had come from—deeper into the sewer.
He could feel it.
There was a stronger energy source down there.
"You deal with this. I'll go take a look inside," Saitama said to Daredevil, then ran straight into the depths, ignoring every clay monster that tried to block him along the way.
With his hearing, Daredevil "saw" Saitama charging forward like a tank, smashing through every obstacle as he rapidly disappeared into the distance. He stayed behind, relying on agility and fighting skill to keep the troublesome copy occupied.
Saitama traveled through the sewers for a long time, until he finally arrived at a massive underground cavern.
At the center of the cavern stood a black crystal about the height of a person. It continuously secreted foul-smelling mud—this mud was the source of the clay monsters.
Saitama walked up to the black crystal and could feel the chaotic energy contained within. He didn't hesitate.
He threw a punch.
K-krack!!
The black crystal shattered on the spot, the energy inside instantly dispersing. The mud that had been continuously produced immediately stopped moving, turning into ordinary, lifeless sludge.
At the same time, the "Clay Saitama" outside that was still entangling Daredevil froze in the exact same instant.
Then they melted… collapsed… and returned to puddles of filthy, ordinary mud.
Daredevil, Matt, stood where he was, using his superhuman senses to "watch" the mud around him lose all activity—and to sense the disappearance of that powerful energy source deep within the sewer.
He had no sight, yet the crushing commotion of Saitama's advance, and that final clean, decisive punch that destroyed the source
All of it was clearly "projected" into his mind through sound, vibration, and shifts in the airflow.
(End of Chapter)
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