Zero Hand! The Bald Man Held Down Humanity's Trump Card!

He grinned foolishly, baring a row of white teeth. "Little Butterfly, you run so fast. I almost lost you."

Then Saitama stood up, patted the dirt off his pants, and turned toward the battlefield in the distance.

The golden Buddhist light of the 100-Type Guanyin and Meruem's dark-red Nen were clashing furiously. The earth trembled, the sky seemed to roar, and shock waves swept over like a tsunami.

Saitama's eyes lit up.

"Oh."

He said, "But it still feels more powerful in the anime."

He rubbed his growling stomach and shouted toward the battlefield with a sincere expression. His voice pierced through all the roaring and reached Netero and Meruem's ears:

"Excuse me... do you know how to get to the cafeteria?"

"Or does either of you provide meals?"

In the distance, Netero's 100-Type Guanyin gathered all its strength and struck with its final Zero Hand. Meruem's tail tore through the air, meeting it head-on with earth-shattering power.

An earth-shattering shock wave swept over.

Saitama stood at the center of the storm, his yellow jumpsuit flapping violently in the wind. He instinctively reached out and held down the tattered plastic bag in his hand, afraid the wind would blow it away.

"Thank goodness, thank goodness." He breathed a sigh of relief. "The bag didn't fly away. Otherwise, I wouldn't have anywhere to put the food when I found some later."

He scratched his head and watched the astonishing battle unfolding before him.

"Looks like... I came to the right place?"

Golden light swallowed heaven and earth.

The 100-Type Guanyin's ultimate technique erupted with a roar. The light blasts spewing from the Guanyin's mouth melted the hard granite into flowing glass. The shock wave swept across ten kilometers, uprooting the entire forest and instantly reducing the broken walls and ruins to