How Strong Is He, Really?

How Strong Is He, Really? "He... he... he..."

What crazed state? What mental breakdown?

Even after transforming, faced with the incomparably stern and terrifying Bald Demon King, Asura Kabuto's instincts forced his mind to clear. If Saitama's gaze at first, the killing intent born from immense strength, had stimulated his senses and filled him with inexplicable fear—

Then at this moment, meeting Saitama's eyes, the only thing Asura felt was smallness. His own smallness.

Like dust.

Even though part of his body had already been crushed in Saitama's palm, he seemed unable to feel any pain.

Because the only thing he could do now was honestly answer the other man's question.

Asura stammered, "He... he was wearing a black suit..."

"Ha."

High in the sky, Oboro sighed at the sight.

Sure enough, he couldn't expect anything from trash like this.

He had originally planned to watch the show... but because he had been "exposed," it had come to an abrupt end.

In the original story, Asura Kabuto had still dared to attack even after realizing how powerful Saitama was, which showed that he had strong nerves.

Or perhaps it could be called "ignorance."

When facing the Bald Demon King, that ignorance was actually a good thing, though the outcome was death either way.

But now that Saitama had gotten serious, this monster was completely finished.

His mental will had been utterly destroyed! Saitama might not possess the power to control souls, but his strength was perfectly unified... precisely because he was so powerful, the mental pressure he gave off was equally terrifying.

Seeing Asura Kabuto about to expose his "background," Oboro narrowed his eyes.

"Die."

With a thought—

The next second, the monster standing before Saitama and still speaking suddenly lost the light in its eyes, turning into a lump