But his eyes were fixed on that enormous mouth lined with ring-shaped fangs—the mouth that had destroyed his last shelter—and the roaring old face above it.
The fury he had built up all night, his obsession with bargain goods, and his rage at his house being destroyed all erupted at once!
"You lot! Why does everyone keep destroying my house—!!!!!"
As Saitama fell, his right fist suddenly pulled back.
BOOM—!!!!
He punched straight forward!
Chapter 62: A Plot That Wasn't There After All
"You lot! Why did you have to destroy my home—!!!!"
Saitama roared as his drawn-back right fist slammed forward!
"You—!!" Elder Centipede had just begun to roar when his vision was suddenly filled with scarlet!
It was neither light nor flame.
It was a gigantic, ominous scarlet "death" character that blotted out the sky!
It covered the front of the tiny red glove on the bald man's fist like the brand of death, instantly occupying every one of Elder Centipede's senses!
BOOM—!!!!
Before the fist even arrived, the violent pressure of the wind struck Elder Centipede's head, covered in ring-shaped mouthparts, like a giant hammer!
Splurt! Crack! Rumble!!!
Only the teeth-grating sounds of tearing and pulverization, dense beyond measure, rang out!
In the eyes of Chen Tian, Satoru Gojo, Tatsumaki, and the several Monster Association executives on the ground, Elder Centipede's mountainous head, along with the enormous body emerging from the ground behind it, looked like a giant cockroach that had accidentally crashed into a rapidly spinning industrial fan.
Armor as hard as alloy, muscles knotted like rock, limbs thick as pillars... Everything was instantly shredded, ripped apart, and crushed by an irresistible force the moment that fist, wrapped in the scarlet character "death," made contact!
The entire enormous body structure was thrown into a meat grinder!