Defeat King First

"Hmm, I don't know how that guy was dealt with, but he still hasn't shown up. Obviously, he must really have been taken care of." Saitama walked over as he spoke.

Then he looked at Liu Bing with fervent excitement. "You're strong. Let's fight."

Liu Bing waved his hand. "No, no. I don't like fighting. I hate violence."

As he spoke, Liu Bing reached out and grabbed King from the side, pulling him over. "Fight him instead."

King looked calm on the surface, but he was starting to break down inside. He looked at Liu Bing as if asking whether he was joking. "Uh, I'm not Saitama's opponent. I'm just an ordinary person."

During the battle with that monster, the fact that King had no fighting ability had been exposed. After all, he had died right there.

No one present was an idiot. Everyone had seen how King performed. His only contribution had probably been summoning Saitama.

"Heh heh, go on. Believe in yourself, and more importantly, believe what I say. If I say you can do it, then you can." Liu Bing chuckled. He had already placed King on the Investiture of the Gods. Did King really think its godhood was fake?

As long as someone was listed on it, no matter how weak they had been before, they would possess at least Immortal-level combat power afterward.

The only problem was that once listed, their combat power would be fixed. They would never improve even a little afterward.

That was beneficial for those who had not become Immortals, but for those who were already Immortals—or even stronger and more talented—the Investiture of the Gods was a shackle.

Of course, having combat power did not mean having battle experience, nor did it mean knowing how to use that power. They probably could not even bring out one ten-thousandth of their Immortal-level strength.

Even so, dealing with the chosen son of a small world like this would be easy.

After all, this was an Immortal-level being suspected to come from the Mythical Primordial World.

In the Mythical Primordial World, Immortal-level beings were merely heavenly soldiers, the sort the Monkey King could sweep aside in droves. But outside the Mythical Primordial World, they were figures who could crush worlds at will. As long as they were not in the Great Thousand Worlds, they could run wild however they pleased.

Liu Bing did not care whether King was willing or not. He lightly tapped the ground with his foot, activating the Earth Element Technique. A huge arena immediately rose beside them, covered by a formation that could completely ensure Saitama and King's battle would not damage it.

Then Liu Bing threw King onto the arena and looked at Saitama. "If you want to fight me, defeat him first. Everyone I revive receives a certain amount of power from me. You can test it out. And don't hold back—I can revive people, so don't worry about beating King to death."

Liu Bing's words immediately piqued everyone's interest. Bang spoke up as well. "So that's how it is. No wonder I felt much stronger."

"Then I'll have a good look at what kind of power you gave us." As Bang spoke, he headed straight for the edge of the arena.

Hearing Bang's words, Saitama became interested too. With a flash, he appeared directly on the arena.

The other heroes also gathered around the arena, wanting to see the power Liu Bing had granted them.

The moment Saitama stepped onto the arena, King began to panic. Deep down, he did not think he could exchange blows with Saitama. After all, he knew perfectly well just how overpowered Saitama was.

He waved his hands. "Saitama, I'm really not your opponent. You know my situation very well."

Apparently, King had not heard Liu Bing mention granting power to those he revived, since he had been thrown onto the arena.

"Don't worry, I'll just test you out first. Liu Bing said everyone he revives gets some power from him. Let me see how much power you received." Saitama looked at King as if to say they were merely trading a few moves and he would go easy on him.

King froze. Liu Bing had given him power? Why had he not felt anything? He only felt more refreshed, and perhaps a little stronger.

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You thick-browed bastard, don't tell me that because I always crushed you in video games, now that there's a big shot who can revive people, you want to take this chance to settle it in a real-life PK match.

"I'm coming." Saitama gave a warning.

Then he vanished from where he stood and instantly appeared before King, throwing a punch.

King was somewhat stunned. He clearly saw Saitama's movement, then instinctively tilted his head and dodged Saitama's punch.

Had Saitama gone easy on him?

Saitama had not expected King to dodge his punch. Although he had not put any force into it, he had even prepared to steer the punch away from King.

Yet King had actually dodged it.

Saitama's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly. "You really did become much stronger, King."

"Huh? I got stronger? Weren't you holding back?" King asked in bewilderment.

"Then let's continue." Saitama ignored King's astonishment and threw another punch, this time using a Normal Punch.

Boom!!

The force of the punch surged, but it caused no destruction. When Saitama's absurdly powerful fist force struck the edge of the arena, it was directly absorbed by the formation, which also reinforced the arena's durability.

Saitama noticed this, and his eyes grew even brighter. Now he could be even more unrestrained.

King dodged Saitama's punch once more, his mind still in a daze. His heartbeat was so loud it was practically becoming the sound of a diesel engine.

Although he was nervous, he strangely discovered that he could keep up with Saitama's speed.

After that, Saitama attacked King with punch after punch, and without exception, King dodged every one of them.

Saitama gradually became more serious. When King leaped into the air, he suddenly unleashed a barrage of Consecutive Normal Punches.

A dense barrage of thunderous impacts erupted, and King was blasted straight to the edge of the arena, slamming heavily into the formation barrier.

As King was sent flying, his mind screamed, I'm dead, I'm dead!

But when he was actually hit, the sensation of his body being torn apart never came. Instead, he merely felt as though someone had reached out and pushed him away. He did not feel attacked at all.

King landed steadily and stared at his chest in disbelief. The clothes there had been completely shredded, exposing his well-defined chest muscles.

Everyone beneath the arena showed shocked expressions. They knew very well how strong Saitama was. An attack powerful enough to alter the environment had actually failed to break through King's current defenses.

Saitama froze for a moment, then his face changed. The sharp contours of his features showed that he had become truly serious. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing an expression of extreme excitement.

This was not the deliberately displayed excitement he had shown when facing Boros. After all, his battle with Boros had at most been a warm-up.

His battle with Mo Fan had been stopped halfway through.

Moreover, the heroes' deaths had left Saitama without any excitement for battle.

But things were different now. King's defenses and the strangeness of this arena made Saitama realize that he did not need to fight in anger. He could enjoy the thrill of battle without restraint.