I'll Gladly Call You the Strongest. You Win

It was a battle no one dared blink through. Look away for even an instant, and you would lose track of them both.

Luckily, they were fighting in the desert. Had this been a city, any arena or so-called hero battleground would have been reduced to ruins by the collision of their power.

Uchiha Jobu frowned and looked toward the S-Class Heroes watching from afar. Was that fighting spirit directed at him?

Had watching Uchiha Madara and Saitama fight made them itch to pound someone?

It wasn't that Uchiha Jobu looked down on these so-called S-Class Heroes. There were simply very few people in this world who could stand against him.

Imu said, "I don't like the way they're looking at me. May I teach them a lesson?"

Uchiha Jobu nodded. "You aren't my subordinate. In a sense, you're currently a partner of the Uchiha Clan. As long as you don't act against the clan's interests, you're free to do as you please."

"In that case, I won't hold back. Those looks are an affront to me, the god of the Celestial Dragons. They must be punished accordingly."

Imu had lived for over eight hundred years. Through all those long centuries, she had stood above everyone else, like a god. No one had ever dared look at her with such open challenge.

And just like that, she was furious.

"Which of you is going first?"

"I'll go. If I don't show what I can do today, I may never get another chance like this."

"True. We probably won't see S-Class Heroes fighting one another again."

"Then I'm up!"

The speaker was Superalloy Darkshine, a hero with absurd defensive power. He had absolute confidence in his body and could withstand any attack. Even standing at the center of an explosion would