Of course, with Shen Mo's strength, he could still see everything clearly.
King Piccolo unleashed attack after attack at high speed.
Yet Saitama did not respond in the slightest from beginning to end.
Like a rubber ball, he was struck again and again, his entire body flying back and forth high in the air.
Finally, there was a tremendous boom.
King Piccolo crossed his hands and brought them down in a heavy hammer blow, smashing Saitama into the ground.
He even began to pant.
Still, he could not hide the look of shock on his face.
King Piccolo had definitely used his full strength just now. Otherwise, he would not have expended so much stamina in such a short burst of attacks. Yet even so, he had the feeling that his attacks had been completely ineffective.
And what happened next proved that feeling correct.
Saitama lay in the enormous crater in the ground.
He stared up at the sky.
After a long while, he slowly stood up.
His posture was casual as he patted the dust from his body. Not even a trace of dirt remained.
"How should I put it?" He pinched his chin and looked up at King Piccolo floating before him. "You're stronger than everyone else I've met, but not enough to get my blood pumping."
At this time, Saitama had never encountered Boros.
The Monsters he had faced before, even those at Demon level, were all the sort he could finish off with a single punch.
By comparison, King Piccolo was definitely not weak.
However, to Saitama, there was no difference between one and two. King Piccolo at this level was still far from being his opponent.
"...Who exactly are you?"
King Piccolo clenched his fists, the veins on his body bulging one after another.
Reluctance