Bravery Is Humanity's Anthem

The laughter throughout the arena continued.

No one took the man in the torn suit, with one bare foot, seriously. In their eyes, this was just another bizarre matchup generated by the Heaven's Arena system—how could an ordinary man who couldn't even defeat a Tiger-level monster possibly be Saitama's opponent after Saitama had swept through Floor 130?

But the man in the gray suit paid no attention to the mockery around him. His eyes were fixed on the bald man opposite him. His injured left arm guarded his chest, while his right hand was clenched so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. Every muscle in his body was taut, like a wildcat ready to pounce at any moment.

"I'll say this one last time." His voice was hoarse, but filled with unquestionable resolve. "Give me that child. Otherwise, I won't be polite."

Saitama leaned against a pillar and quietly watched him.

For a long time.

He offered no explanation or defense, nor did he take up a fighting stance. He simply straightened, patted the dust from his pants, and ambled toward the center of the ring.

"He's fine," Saitama said. His voice was soft, yet it clearly reached the man's ears. "The Crab Monster is dead."

The man froze for a moment.

Then his gaze grew even fiercer. "You're lying! I clearly saw it about to hit that child!"

Before his voice had even faded, he charged forward like a cannonball fired from a barrel. There was no technique or skill behind the attack—just a punch thrown with all his might, aimed straight at Saitama's face.

It was exactly the same as the punch he had thrown at the Crab Monster's eye three years ago.

Saitama shifted slightly and dodged with ease.

The man missed and staggered several steps