Bang!
The hundred-meter blade aura shattered on impact.
Beneath the backwash of the powerful gale and airwaves, the plain, unadorned fist seemed eternal as it continued forward without losing any of its remaining force, smashing toward the monk's face.
Watching the attack rapidly enlarge in his pupils, the monk's expression changed drastically in an instant.
Without time to think, he quickly covered his body with a layer of pitch-black Armament Haki.
The next moment, Qin Yu's fist came crashing down.
Bang!
Tremendous force erupted like a raging tidal wave.
The instant the fist landed, even the monk's indifferent expression could no longer hold.
As his cheek muscles and facial bones twisted into unnatural shapes, a crisp cracking sound rang out, while the violent shockwave crushed straight into the monk.
Boom!
The monk, rooted to the ground, was the first to lose his footing.
Amid the roaring air, his gaunt body flew backward like a sandbag.
He flew so fast that every building in his path was smashed to pieces.
After being hurled ten thousand meters away, accompanied by a thunderous explosion, he slammed heavily into Doflamingo's hundred-meter-tall king statue standing in the center of the square, shattering it instantly.
Fragments scattered through the sky as endless dust rolled back.
Feeling the tremors that could be clearly sensed through the ground even from ten thousand meters away, everyone present understood just how much power Saitama's punch had contained.
Even the monk, one of the Five Elders, had been sent flying with a single punch.
That alone was enough to prove that the title of One-Punch Monster was far from undeserved.
However, while everyone else was stunned, Qin Yu raised an eyebrow, glanced at his fist, and said, "Monk, how much longer are you planning to hide?"
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