"Captain!"
"Ambush!"
This time, Saitama had not used the rocks for cover.
After taking out one jonin and one chunin, the enemy's remaining strength consisted of only one jonin and four chunin. They were no longer a threat!
The surviving enemies spotted Saitama and saw the jonin who had died miserably, crying out in alarm.
The last jonin immediately assumed a fighting stance, staring intently at Saitama.
Squelch—
Saitama pulled his blade from the enemy's chest and gave him a casual shove. ** crashed to the ground. He stepped forward, his clothes fluttering.
The mountain wind brushed past him, lifting his ear-length black hair. The Konoha forehead protector on his brow glinted coldly. He stood there in silence, in no rush to attack.
"Get revenge for the captain **!"
An Iwagakure ninja with bloodshot eyes gripped his kunai and glared furiously at Saitama, who blocked the way ahead.
"Don't act rashly!"
The jonin lowered his body and made a hand signal, every muscle taut. Anyone who could kill a jonin so calmly was no ordinary opponent!
"I'll hold him off. Get reinforcements immediately!"
Sensing the danger, the jonin growled at his companions.
"But..."
The chunin were unwilling to accept it. They believed they could easily deal with this lone Konoha ninja.
"What are you standing around for?"
A soft voice suddenly sounded beside the jonin's ear, while Saitama vanished from his sight.
"When?!"
Cold sweat ran down his forehead. He did not dare turn around and instead thrust his kunai backward toward the source of the voice—
Whoosh!
The blade cut through the air, but there was no one behind him.
The jonin's pupils contracted sharply. In the terrified eyes of the chunin, he saw death reflected back at him.
"It's over..."
He turned around in despair. At the very