The King Who Severed His Own Arm

Meruem's fingertips had already touched Saitama's scalp.

The icy sensation carried a greed that devoured everything. Transparent debt chains flickered in and out of sight in the air, like countless bloodsucking threads tightly coiling around Saitama.

He could clearly feel the power surging within Saitama's body—a force that had shattered every physical limit. It surpassed Nen, surpassed causality, and even surpassed this world's understanding.

As long as he moved forward another centimeter, that power would flow endlessly into his body along the chains of debt.

When that happened, he would become a true, invincible god.

"It's over."

A victor's smile tugged at his lips as his five fingers suddenly tightened.

At that critical moment, Saitama suddenly raised his hand.

There was no earth-shaking blast of wind, nor any unnecessary movement. He simply extended his right hand and lightly caught Meruem's wrist, as if grabbing a mosquito flying past.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

The smile on Meruem's face instantly stiffened.

The Plunder power raging through his body had actually jammed completely the instant it touched Saitama's skin. It was like a high-speed gear suddenly jamming against a rock, emitting a harsh grinding sound.

Not only that, but a terrifying backlash suddenly surged from Saitama's palm. The wisps of power he had just drawn out were flooding back at a hundred times the speed, and even Meruem's own Nen began to be uncontrollably sucked away.

"How is this possible?!"

Meruem let out a low growl and desperately drove all the energy in his body in an attempt to break free. Every scale on his body stood on end, while dark-golden aura burned around him like flames. Yet the more he struggled, the stronger the suction became. His dark-golden scales began losing their luster and turning dull and gray, the