The Behemoth Hargins's expression changed sharply. He could feel the overwhelming force coming from his opponent's fist—a power that transcended ordinary living creatures, even containing authority that only gods could wield.
The instant they made contact, that force surged into the Behemoth's arm, as solid as cast steel, like a furious storm, then drove onward with the unstoppable momentum of a force sweeping through rotten wood.
By the time Hargins realized something was wrong, it was already too late. Before he could pull his arm away, he discovered to his horror that his fist, as large as a truck cab, had been flattened like a lump of tofu. A piercing pain sank into his marrow, and his entire fist dissolved into the tiniest airborne particles, scattering as dust.
Hargins stared at the sight with wide, terrified eyes.
His arm immediately followed his fist into oblivion. A moment later, the terrifying force entered his body, and his enormous figure, towering over two hundred meters like a skyscraper, likewise turned to dust and scattered on the wind.
Just one second!
This last surviving Primordial Fierce Beast, a royal of the Behemoth Clan and an unrivaled prodigy among Golden Behemoths, had fallen at Yang Ming's hands!
Looking at the heap of ashes piled on the ground ahead, Yang Ming's gaze briefly grew complicated.
"Truly worthy of Saitama's power. Just an ordinary punch, yet it gives me the feeling that even a god could be killed with it."
An outsider watched the spectacle; an expert saw the workings beneath it.
Only by standing higher could one see things more clearly.
Yang Ming had thought he was already nearing the summit of the Douluo Continent. Only after experiencing Saitama's power from the world of One-Punch Man did he understand that beyond every heaven lay another