Plains Showdown

A terrifying pressure burst from his body like a tsunami. The entire airship shook violently, and all the glass in the walls shattered at once. Zeno's face turned deathly pale as he staggered backward, barely managing to stay on his feet with all his strength.

But Saitama remained seated in his chair, completely motionless.

He even reached out and caught a shard that fell from the ceiling, casually tossing it aside.

"Looks like you don't believe me." Saitama sighed. "I knew no one would."

Meruem looked at Saitama's utterly expressionless face, and the fury in his heart gradually subsided.

He knew Saitama wasn't lying.

That bald man simply disdained lying.

His method of becoming stronger really was that simple.

Simple to the point of absurdity. Simple to the point of despair.

So there really was someone in this world who could reach a godlike realm through the most ordinary training.

"Fine." Meruem slowly spoke, his tone returning to calm, though the majesty of a king had grown even more pronounced. "Since that's the case, I'll use all my strength to see just how powerful your three years of training truly are."

With that, he turned and walked toward the hole in the airship.

"Come with me." Meruem's voice came from the hole. "The cabin is too small to fight properly. Let's fight in the sky."

Saitama stood up and scratched his head, looking troubled. "Huh? In the sky? But I can't fly."

Meruem's footsteps abruptly stopped.

He slowly turned around and looked at Saitama. For the first time, an incredulous expression appeared on his face.

"What did you say?"

"You can't fly?"

Someone powerful enough to casually swat him away actually couldn't fly?

"Yeah." Saitama said it as though it were obvious. "I don't have wings, and I don't know