The anticipated death did not arrive.
Suiryu trembled, slowly opening his eyes, which were almost completely obscured by blood.
A bald man in a yellow jumpsuit and a white cape appeared before him like a ghost, he didn't know when.
The man who had once fumbled on the stage when his wig fell off, now simply stood there.
With a seemingly ordinary hand, he effortlessly caught Bakuzan's terrifying punch.
"You..."
Bakuzan looked in disbelief at the man who had suddenly appeared before him.
At first, he only found the bald man somewhat familiar.
But the moment his gaze met those seemingly dull and lifeless eyes, a strong sense of humiliation instantly surged in his heart!
It was this bald man!
He had treated him like an ant, sending him flying with a single blow, making him lose face in front of everyone!
That was the greatest humiliation of his life!
Later, when the bald man's identity—S-Class Hero Caped Baldy—was exposed, the anger in his heart reached its peak!
"It's... it's you!!!"
Bakuzan's pupils suddenly contracted, and his frozen expression was instantly replaced by a towering rage.
"Caped Baldy!!!"
He gritted his teeth, squeezing out the name through his clenched jaw.
However, facing his rage, Saitama merely tilted his head, revealing a confused expression of "trying hard to remember but just can't":
"Hmm? Who are you? Do we know each other?"
This casual rhetorical question, this nonchalant attitude, completely ignited the rage in Bakuzan's heart!
"Bastard! You, the one who brought me such great humiliation!!"
Bakuzan roared madly, he tried to pull out the fist caught by Saitama, but found his arm wouldn't budge.
"I was careless before! Now! Now I have been reborn!" Bakuzan's face grew increasingly contorted with anger.
"The current me is no longer the human you can casually humiliate! I will crush you, along with the humiliation you brought me, into dust!!!"
He roared, and the muscles of his other free arm instantly swelled, veins bulging, as he slammed it fiercely towards Saitama's bald head!
However, just a moment before he was about to strike, an indescribable sense of oppression quietly descended from another direction.
Thump... thump... thump... thump... The drum-like sound of a heartbeat clearly reached the ears of every survivor present.
The faces of the Martial Artists who had survived in the corner instantly turned paler than death.
They followed the source of that chilling aura and saw a tall figure slowly pacing towards them at the entrance of the ruins.
"That... that's..." A surviving Martial Artist rubbed his eyes, his voice trembling.
"KING! It's Mr. KING, the S-Class Rank 6!!!" another shouted excitedly.
If Saitama's appearance was a glimmer of starlight in the dark night, offering them a sliver of hope.
Then KING's arrival was the sun announcing the dawn! It was a sure declaration of victory!
The reputation of The Strongest Man on Earth was the ultimate guarantee of safety and order!
Bakuzan's enormous swinging fist stopped abruptly in mid-air.
He stiffly turned his head, and when he saw KING's calm face, a chill shot up his spine to the crown of his head!
S-Class Rank 6, the strongest man on earth, KING!
S-Class Rank 18, Caped Baldy!
Two S-Class Heroes! They actually appeared here at the same time!
An absurd and arrogant thought suddenly sprouted in Bakuzan's mind.
Fear was instantly replaced by extreme overconfidence.
He felt the surging power within him, and a crazy thought occupied his entire mind.
If... if I can defeat these two S-Class Heroes here, in front of everyone!
Then my name, Bakuzan, will resound throughout the entire world!
The Monster Association will also be insignificant!
I will become a new myth, a new legend, an existence above all else!
"Haha... Hahahahahahaha!!!"
Bakuzan suddenly threw his head back and laughed wildly, his laughter filled with unparalleled arrogance.
"Good timing! Perfect timing! Saves me the trouble of finding you one by one!"
"What strongest man on earth, what Caped Baldy, today, both of you will become stepping stones for Lord Bakuzan to ascend to god-tier!"
He suddenly exerted force, trying to break free from Saitama's grip, and at the same time, the arm that had been suspended in mid-air reactivated, aiming directly at KING!
"Dark Hell Style Ultimate Secret Technique · Hell Funeral Hand Blade!"
He actually wanted to fight two against one! Attacking two S-Class Heroes simultaneously!
"Oh?" Saitama still looked unmotivated.
Lin Mo, on the other hand, didn't even twitch an eyebrow, and even yawned.
"Let's start with you! strongest man on earth? Die, KING!"
Bakuzan chose to prioritize attacking Lin Mo, whose title was more renowned, his giant fist, carrying the momentum to crush everything, slammed towards Lin Mo's head.
However—
"Too noisy."
Lin Mo spoke with a hint of impatience.
He didn't even take his hand out of his pocket, merely casually raised his right leg, delivering a side kick that precisely struck Bakuzan's elbow joint.
"Crack!"
A sound of bone cracking echoed.
Bakuzan's unstoppable heavy punch instantly lost all its force.
His incredibly hard arm was actually kicked by Lin Mo's foot, folding inward into a bizarre "V" shape!
"Ugh ah ah ah ah—!!!"
The delayed excruciating pain made Bakuzan let out a shrill scream, his arrogant expression instantly replaced by agony and disbelief.
How could this be?! How could his powerful body be so easily... His scream had not yet subsided when Saitama on the other side also moved.
"You seem very proud of your muscles," Saitama said in a flat tone, looking at Bakuzan's body, twisted in agony, "Then..."
His hand, which was holding Bakuzan's fist, slightly tightened its grip.
"Bang!"
With a dull thud, Bakuzan's enormous fist, along with a good portion of his arm, instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist!
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah—!!!"
The double agony made Bakuzan's screams even more piercing.
His massive body trembled wildly from the excruciating pain.
However, the attacks of the two heroes were far from over.
Lin Mo's kicking foot did not retract, but instead moved upwards, slicing with incredible precision across Bakuzan's chest!
"Pfft—!"
A huge, bone-deep wound extended from Bakuzan's chest all the way to his chin!
Blood gushed out like a fountain!
At the same time, Saitama's free right hand had already formed a fist.
He looked at the huge Monster before him, contorted in pain and making a spectacle of himself, his eyes still dull.
Slowly raising his fist, he uttered three words softly to Bakuzan.
"Normal Punch."