Across from Saitama,
Chido's spacetime projection was in an even more miserable state.
The originally solid, flowing, fiercely burning blue-and-white energy radiance around him
had now dimmed like a guttering candle in the wind, flickering as though it could go out completely at any moment.
Even so, his handsome face remained utterly expressionless.
Only his scarlet pupils stayed coldly locked onto Saitama.
Pure combat instinct drove him to squeeze out the last trace of energy within his body.
"It's about time to end this."
Saitama's smile faded, and his gaze became sharp and focused once more.
"Genos must be getting impatient."
Thinking of his disciple, he no longer hesitated or lingered over the battle.
All the fighting spirit he had accumulated over the past three days, all his boiling hot blood,
and all his conviction gathered into his bare right fist.
No earth-shaking aura spilled forth, nor were there any dazzling effects of surging energy.
All his power was compressed to the absolute limit and contained within the edge of his fist.
The surrounding gravity and light silently sank and warped downward.
Yet in Chido's projection's eyes, Saitama's entire body was radiating an overwhelming presence.
"Finishing move—"
Saitama quietly uttered his final declaration.
Then he threw a completely unadorned punch.
"Serious Punch."
There was no roar, no burst of air pressure, no blazing eruption of energy.
There was only power condensed to the utmost extreme.
A fist pressure that seemed to pierce through causality and existence itself
pushed forward irresistibly, transcending the very concepts of time and space.
Wherever it passed, it was less destruction than annihilation.
Drifting planetary fragments, stray particles of energy, even space itself along its path—
the instant they were touched by the fist pressure,
they vanished utterly and silently like writing erased by an eraser,