Konoha's Overwhelming Might

The rain poured down in torrents.

Saitama slowly withdrew his fist.

"Did we win?" Everyone stared in disbelief at the Deep Sea King, who had been reduced to fragments.

"Still just one punch." Saitama sighed in disappointment.

He turned to Genos. "How are you, Genos?"

Genos, with only half his body remaining, lay on the ground and stared blankly up at Saitama.

"I'm fine."

Although half his body had been destroyed, as a cyborg, he would not die as long as his brain was unharmed.

"I'll leave the rest to you, then."

Saitama turned toward another direction, where something seemed to be faintly calling to him.

"Mm." Genos nodded.

The people rescued by the heroes looked at the Deep Sea King, who had been effortlessly defeated by Saitama.

"He actually took him down that easily." They still could not believe what they were seeing.

"Hey, what kind of heroes are these? They must just be useless," someone could not help cursing.

If a monster that could be dealt with so easily had appeared, then what had these heroes been doing?

Just as he was about to speak up and condemn those useless heroes—

Saitama slowly crouched down. The next moment, his body burst forward, and the ground rapidly shattered beneath him.

He vanished from the spot in an instant.

A violent gust followed, sweeping outward and blowing everyone off their feet.

Whatever they wanted to do had nothing to do with Saitama now.

He moved rapidly toward the direction of that call. In a blur, his entire body turned into a streak of yellow light and raced into the distance.

"This feeling..." Saitama placed a hand over his chest.

His heart was pounding fiercely, and his blood seemed to be racing through his body.

This blood-boiling sensation, this stirring passion.