Chapter 181: Fireworks Made of Planets
King threw another punch, but this time it didn't land on Saitama's face; instead, his wrist was firmly caught.
"Finally caught you."
The Aura on Saitama's body surged once more. His right hand squeezed King's captured wrist until the bones creaked, then he reached out with his other hand and directly pinned King's head.
Boom! Boom! Boom!!
Veins bulged on Saitama's arms as every muscle exploded with violent power, charging forward while slamming King's face ahead of him.
With a crisp sound like shattering glass, the two smashed through space itself, falling together into the space turbulence.
Amidst the washing of the silver ocean, King shook off Saitama's palm. The wrist that had been held was severed on the spot under his control, only to be reattached in the next second.
The two sides resumed their back-and-forth exchange of blows, except this time their location was no longer the vast starry sky, but the space turbulence deep within the Universe.
This was the deep layer of the Universe. Ordinary planets and galaxies existed in surface space; only by possessing enough power to destroy surface space could one reach the deep space filled with space turbulence.
Every wisp of space turbulence contained enough power to destroy heaven and earth. Even a Monster who had stepped into the God-level wouldn't dare touch it casually, otherwise, they would likely be heavily injured on the spot.
Within the vast and grand ocean of space turbulence, two figures flickered and clashed continuously. Every punch made the space turbulence surge, and every punch made it shatter.
King's fist was caught by Saitama, but he immediately followed up with a vicious elbow strike, hitting Saitama squarely in the groin.
The sound of something cracking seemed to ring out. Saitama's eyes widened instantly, and veins bulged uncontrollably on his shiny bald head.
He bared his teeth in pain and decisively extended two fingers, thrusting them straight forward.
Just as King was about to dodge, the corner of Saitama's mouth curled up, and two palms simultaneously pinned both sides of King's head.
King suddenly felt something was wrong, and even his attempt to struggle froze for a moment.
If I remember correctly... Saitama is using one hand to poke my eyes... and two other hands are controlling my head...
Where the hell did this guy get a third hand?!
King looked closely and realized that at some point, an arm seemingly condensed from energy had appeared behind Saitama. There wasn't just one; there were a total of four extra hands.
Saitama's two fingers didn't hesitate as they pierced King's eyeballs, causing them to burst instantly in their sockets, blood flowing everywhere.
However, King didn't care about such a trivial injury. He shook his head and a new pair of eyeballs grew back. He asked with some curiosity:
"Saitama, how did you grow four new hands?"
Hearing King's question, Saitama also felt it was a bit strange. He subconsciously clenched his fists, and the four arms behind him performed the same action in sync:
"It doesn't seem like much. I just felt like I didn't have enough hands when trading punches with you. While I was thinking that, four new arms just appeared. They look like energy hands, though."
King: "..."
One could only say, as expected of the Rule itself...
He originally thought he wouldn't be surprised by any of Saitama's unbelievable techniques, but it seemed he still hadn't prepared himself enough.
In that case, he would have to innovate a bit himself.
Thinking of this, King immediately activated his passive [Energy Control]. Dozens of arms slowly took shape behind him, and his entire being radiated a golden glow, like a deity descending to the world.
Now it was the Bald Demon King's turn to lose his composure.
With a face full of black lines, Saitama pointed at the large ring of hands behind King and couldn't help but complain:
"No way, King, this is way more excessive than mine!"
After roasting each other for a bit, King and Saitama charged forward simultaneously, starting a new round of confrontation.
In the deep space, the two demon-god-like figures continued to clash, leaving behind lingering power fields wherever they passed.
If the space turbulence here was an ocean, then a single drop of water scattered from this spatial sea would be enough to instantly kill Boros in his Meteoric Burst Form.
Monsters below the God-level didn't even have the right to step onto this battlefield.
King finally saw an opening, firmly grabbed the Bald Demon King's wrist, and with a burst of speed, flew upward while clutching his round head.
Bang! Bang! Bang!!
A series of explosions and shattering sounds rang out as the two streaks of light smashed through the space turbulence, tore through the surface space, and returned to the vast starry sky.
...
"Master King hasn't been home for six hours. As a qualified disciple, I should tidy up the house for Master King in advance and ensure everything is organized."
Inside the large villa, a young man with short yellow hair wearing an apron muttered to himself, his hands quickly washing the dishes in front of him.
But if one looked closely, they would discover that although the youth looked like a normal human, his body was actually a mechanical construct.
That's right, it was Genos. He had been living at King's house these past few days, helping him with various household chores.
Even King himself had to admit that Genos was incredibly useful as a mechanical "slave" of the new era.
He only needed to give a single command—and sometimes not even that—and Genos would go out and organize everything on his own.
Buying groceries, cooking, cleaning, washing and drying clothes, doing the dishes, handling life's trivialities—he was an expert at everything!
Dr. Kuseno had originally intended to build Genos into a combat-type Cyborg, and Genos's own initial wish was the same.
However, since he came to King's side, because the level of combat King participated in was simply too high, Genos would be reduced to hero-scraps if he was even grazed by the aftershocks. He had helplessly turned into a domestic-type existence.
But Genos himself was happy with this. In his eyes, helping his master organize the trifles of life was also a part of his training.
By assisting King with logistics, he could sense the traces of how such a powerful person like Master King lived, thereby finding a path to become stronger.
To put it bluntly, he was a fetishistic weirdo.
Washing the last bowl, Genos untied his apron, sat down properly on the sofa, and stared thoughtfully at the door.
"Master King seems to have gone out with Mr. Saitama not long ago. Although I don't know what the two of them are doing, they are likely playing video games."
"After all, Master King and Mr. Saitama have such a good relationship; there shouldn't be anything like a fight happening between them."
...
Bang!
Saitama's face distorted as he was hit by this incredibly powerful punch, blood leaking from the corner of his mouth. His body flew backward uncontrollably, smashing violently into a distant asteroid orbiting its path.
King didn't hesitate to pursue, his body turning into a streak of red light as he crashed toward the planet below.
The moment he landed, the ground began to crumble layer by layer. Spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly and grandly as magma erupted from the shattered surface.
Saitama brushed the dust off his clothes and wiped the blood from his face. His soaring Battle Intent hadn't diminished in the slightest due to his injuries; instead, he became even more excited:
"Truly impressive! I haven't felt this great in a long time. Again, again!"
Saitama was truly enjoying the fight now. Ever since he lost his hair and entered his invincible state, no one had been able to give him a satisfying fight when he was serious.
But now it was different.
His close friend King, known as the The Strongest Man on Earth, was actually able to match him evenly, and occasionally even surpass him!
It was simply fantastic!
A streak of crimson light flashed through his eyes, and King's cold face appeared on his retina in the blink of an eye, accompanied by a fist condensed with violent blood-energy.
"Good timing!"
Saitama laughed heartily, raising his fist high as veins bulged along his arm:
"Serious Series: Serious Punch!!"
The two fists collided, and the world went completely silent for a moment, followed by an unparalleled explosion. A terrifying energy shockwave instantly swept in all directions.
The planet beneath them didn't even last a second before its core was shattered on the spot by this immense power.
Fireworks made of the planet exploded in the vast and lonely cosmic sky. Blinding fire swept through the darkness, and the yellow and red streaks of light could be faintly seen clashing within it.