Saitama's Ridiculous Move

"What is wrong with you?!" Killua shouted as he leaned over the railing in the stands. "Don't tell me you're thinking up another crazy idea! Hurry up and jump off the ring and forfeit! As long as you keep the green hills, you won't run out of firewood! We can always fight again tomorrow!"

"No way!" Saitama immediately shook his head. "The milk won't be on sale tomorrow."

"..." Killua nearly fell over the railing. "Is milk more important than your life?!"

"Of course." Saitama answered with righteous conviction. "Discounted milk isn't available every day."

Iron Wall burst into laughter, his steel tentacles waving through the air and Hatsu producing a whooshing sound. "You're on the verge of death, and you're still thinking about milk? Saitama, you really are a monster. But it doesn't matter. Once I kill you, I'll buy all the milk in the supermarket and pour it before your grave."

"Stop wasting time." Saitama rolled his wrist. "Hurry up and finish the fight. I still have to buy milk."

"Fool!" Iron Wall let out a cold snort, and all his steel tentacles stabbed toward Saitama at once.

A wave of gasps rose from the stands, Hatsu. Gon closed his eyes, unable to bear watching. Genos's reactor instantly overloaded, and Chairman Netero tightened his grip on his cane.

At that moment, Saitama suddenly crouched down.

He neither dodged nor counterattacked.

Instead, he reached out with both hands and gripped the edge of the ring tightly.

Iron Wall froze. "What are you doing?"

Saitama did not answer him.

He drew a deep breath, then suddenly exerted force with both arms.

"Ha!"

A low shout rang out.

Then, under the dumbfounded gazes of everyone present, Saitama lifted the entire 170th Floor ring—along with Iron Wall, the referee, and the rubble