Bald Man and Catgirl

Neferpitou's vertical pupils narrowed into two thin lines in the darkness.

Killua carried Gon as he charged into the woods, his figure swallowed by the shadows of the dense forest. Her En still covered the entire ruin, clearly sensing Killua carrying the weakened Gon at high speed away from the ant nest. But her main attention had already locked firmly onto the bald man who had appeared out of nowhere before her.

She had thought that the hand-blade strike she had just condensed with seventy percent of her strength would split his skull open. Yet the man in the yellow bodysuit had merely raised the back of his hand carelessly, blocking it as lightly as if swatting away a fly.

Saitama had just steadied himself and brushed the dust of the temporal turbulence from his clothes. He had been in the arena, bending down to pick up half an intact potato chip, when blinding white light had swept him away. Now, his hands were empty. He looked at Neferpitou without saying a word, only slowly tightening his right fist a little.

Neferpitou stopped hesitating.

She dropped onto all fours, her cat tail stretched taut behind her like a straight steel cable. The muscles in her powerful thighs suddenly swelled, and the rocks beneath her feet instantly exploded into powder. Her entire body transformed into a golden afterimage as she lunged straight toward the direction Killua had gone.

She did not choose to entangle herself with Saitama.

The King's safety would always come first. The boy who had just erupted with power enough to rival the King was the greatest threat to him. Now that his Nen had been exhausted and his consciousness was blurred, this was the best chance to cut down the threat at its roots.

Killua felt the