The ghostly blue flames around Chen Tian finally died out, and his eyes regained their usual depth. He glanced at the vast crater, now reduced to scorched earth, riddled with spatial rifts and flowing with lava, then let his gaze settle on Saitama.
"I'm heading out." Chen Tian's voice was calm. His figure scattered like sand blown by the wind, vanishing from the spot without a sound.
Saitama was still absorbed in the unbelievable clash that had just taken place. He nodded instinctively. "Oh, okay..."
Only after Chen Tian disappeared did he finally snap back to his senses. He looked down—
"Ahhh!!!" A loud, brief shriek burst from the bald man's mouth!
Only then did he realize he was completely naked! His bronze skin stood out under the light of the ruined battlefield's smoke and lingering energy!
"My clothes! They're gone!" Saitama scrambled to cover his privates with his hands, but with the desolate battlefield around him and countless eyes watching from the rooftops in the distance, it was clearly pointless.
A rare hint of embarrassment appeared on his face. Even his gleaming bald head seemed to turn red (though it might have been glowing from the residual energy).
"Forget it!" Saitama gave up trying to cover himself and suddenly dropped into a deep squat!
The already shattered ground beneath his feet exploded into another enormous crater!
He became a blurred afterimage, wrapped in a sonic boom that tore through the air. Like a human cannonball, he hurtled toward the top of the Hero Association headquarters—a building tilted at nearly twenty degrees—and slammed into it!
The image of that world-shattering final attack kept replaying in the minds of all the S-Class Heroes: time frozen, a fist that could destroy the world...
Now they looked at the battlefield, reduced to ruins