Only Their Kind Can Kill Gods

Long was gazing at the sky, smoking a cigarette.

He admitted that he was feeling a bit emotional at that moment... or even excited.

But he appeared calm on the surface, and no one could tell.

Let's go!

A moment later, Saitama and his companion came down the stairs. The bald man looked at Oboro with a look full of fighting spirit.

I wonder what he's feeling right now.

Long tossed away his cigarette butt, stubbed it out with his shoe, and smiled slightly, "You find a place..."

Genos, standing to the side, watched the two of them, unable to express his feelings.

He sensed a strange aura emanating from both Oboro and his teacher.

"Good."

After a short while, the three left the no-man's-land.

Shortly after they left, a black dot flew into the sky.

The Tatsumaki, floating in the air, frowned as it looked at the address written on the note in its hand.

Although this no-man's-land has been abandoned, the street numbers are still preserved.

"Is this the place?" For some reason, looking at the apartment in front of her, Tatsumaki suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.

It feels like I've seen it somewhere before.

He flew to the third floor of the apartment, walked to the room of Oboro and Saitama, and peered out the window.

Her superpowers confirmed that no one was in the house and the target was not there.

Then, with a wave of her hand, the ability was activated.

A door in front of her opened by itself, the lock automatically unlocked, and she walked in with small steps, like a leader on an inspection tour, looking around at the room's decor and furnishings.

"Tch, I thought he was a total shut-in... but I didn't expect him to be so clean."

Tatsumaki said something.

She entered Oboro's room, which had just been cleaned by Genos, so it looked fairly clean.

She planned to wait for Long to return here.

On the other end, it didn't take long.

The three of them arrived at the desolate desert where Genos and Saitama had sparred before.

The two stood facing each other in a flat depression.

The surrounding area is filled with steep, bare rocky mountains, resembling a canyon.

You can still see the marks left on the ground by Saitama's One-Punch Man last time, which are quite shocking.

Genos, on the other hand, stood quite a distance away, watching the two of them nervously.

Oboro's suit jacket had been given to Genos, and now he was only wearing a white shirt, suit pants, and a pair of leather shoes.

Saitama, on the other hand, wore the old-style yellow combat suit, white cape, and red gloves.

A gust of wind carrying sand swept across the open space between the two, creating an inexplicable sense of tension.

"I'm telling you... don't even think about cheating."

With the fight imminent, Saitama first did some simple gymnastics to warm up his muscles and bones.

Then, as if remembering something, she reminded Oboro.

What he was worried about was that Oboro wouldn't fight him properly, or that he would just admit defeat.

That would be too boring.

"I wish I could... but I can't." Long rolled up her sleeves little by little, pouting. "Even if you only use a small part of your power, it might be devastating for me... When facing absolute life and death, my instincts won't allow me to hold back."

"That's good."

Saitama smiled and nodded. "Ready?"

He was quite polite... and gave Oboro plenty of time to prepare.

How will they fight? What methods will Mr. Oboro use?

In the distance, Genos, watching the battle, was lost in thought.

Wrong!

If the two of them really got serious, even if the teacher was just a little bit serious, despite the fact that they were in the wilderness... the entire Gobi Desert probably wouldn't be able to withstand the power of the teacher's attack.

"However, the teacher probably won't really go all out; he'll likely control himself. After all, even using normal power would be fatal to Mr. Oboro," Genos thought.

Then, their gazes were fixed on Oboro.

This time, it will be a battle where Mr. Oboro reveals his true level.

This is also the best opportunity to understand this man.

"You're really arrogant... Saitama." Oboro felt slighted by Saitama's question.

He smiled.

The next second, Oboro's eyes changed instantly!

"What's this..."

In an instant, not only his eyes changed, but also his aura.

Even from a great distance, Genos's machine instantly activated an "automatic alarm." His life-sensing and observational abilities caused the data screen in his field of vision to turn red and beep incessantly. Even as a cyborg, he experienced a chilling and tingling sensation in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, the sky above the canyon turned gloomy, as if the whole world had been painted with the inky blackness of a dark night.

Under Genos's gaze, Oboro's large hand suddenly grasped the void.

That's right... it's the void.

Space, this 'empty thing,' became like a physical entity in the man's hands, as if he were pulling at some grand curtain with a flick of his arm.

Genos suddenly felt a strange sensation.

It's very discordant.

The two people were right in front of them, yet they seemed so far away, untouchable.

"Our battle... the reality of space and Earth may not be able to withstand it, if we're serious."

Long lowered his head and muttered to himself.

This is one of his methods for dealing with Saitama.

Separation space.

This means that Saitama has been separated from his original world, and the two of them are now in a parallel alternate dimension.

The space is small, but large enough to withstand the firepower of two people.

Just as he thought, Saitama is bound to the One-Punch Man World... The Will Tree cannot allow Saitama to leave the main world, so Oboro Separation himself from Saitama. This parallel alternate dimension is also part of the One-Punch Man multiverse.

It is a fragment of space at the edge of the multiverse.

This is his ability to travel through time!

"Oh... this is so interesting."

Saitama looked around and said with a smile, "So, you're saying we can go all out now, right?"

When Oboro raised his head, the threat Saitama felt was beyond the power of a tide; it was a tsunami.

It even gave him goosebumps.

The bald man looked excited.

"Aren't you going to make a move?"

He was getting impatient.

"Don't rush... it's already started."

The man in the suit opposite me smiled slightly, looked at me, and raised the corners of his mouth.

Immediately afterward, Saitama's pupils contracted.

He was visibly shocked for the first time.

The space where he and Long were located had completely transformed into a hazy, gray environment radiating an eerie, dark green light.

He acted purely on instinct... his expression was icy, and he instantly rushed in front of Oboro, throwing One-Punch Man that shattered Oboro's 'physical body'.

Only Oboro's lower body remained standing in the same spot.

Saitama regained consciousness.

He looked at his fist and froze.

He didn't intend to make the first move, much less kill Oboro... it was just that an instinct made him act instantly.

Because just a fleeting thought had crossed his mind.

"I... I'm going to die!"

It was this feeling, which he hadn't experienced in a long time, that seemed to have unlocked some mechanism within his body, causing it to activate on its own.

"Hello..."

"You bastard..."

"What... is that?"

Saitama clenched his fist, his eyes turning cold.

Before him, Oboro, whose body had been half-blasted apart, was actually repairing his physical body with the strangely gathering wisps of 'gray energy'.

They've been resurrected! "This... is a world of souls."

"You can understand me... my world, my domain."

"Saitama ..."

Long twisted his neck, his expression turning dangerous. "Here... I am a god."

"After all, only one of one's own kind can Bleach."