There was no doubt that for people like Allen and Saitama, who possessed overwhelming defensive power, landing a fatal blow was nearly impossible.
So, as expected, their battle quickly entered a stage of mutual attrition.
Within this already-destroyed star system, they punched, punched, and punched again...
No matter how badly they were hurt, neither retreated even a single step!
Now, whether it was the Bald Demon King or Allen, both were utterly immersed in the joy brought by battle, unable to pull themselves away.
They shared one thing in common: they had both grown so powerful that they could barely find opponents capable of making them go all out. That was why they cherished this sparring opportunity so much.
No!
More accurately, they had both come to regard the other as a true enemy. The battle would end only when one defeated the other or was no longer capable of fighting.
Until then, as long as they could still move even one finger, neither would ever stop.
By the final stage, more than sixty percent of Saitama's bones had been broken. His nearly invulnerable body was riddled with wounds, and dark red blood constantly sprayed from his mouth.
If the Limiter had not granted him astonishing regenerative abilities, an Ordinary Person would have died long ago.
In comparison, Allen was not much better off. Even the glowing energy tattoos across his skin had dimmed.
But his recovery ability was clearly far superior to Saitama's, and his Limiter had only just been opened. Unlike the bald man, he had not nearly exhausted all of his potential.
"You're probably about to reach your limit, aren't you? Do you still want to continue?"
Using telepathy, Allen directly conveyed his words to the other man.
He was genuinely afraid that if they kept fighting,