Thump thump thump thump!!
Accompanied by the rhythmic soundtrack that came with the roaring "King Engine," two blurred figures constantly traded the most basic straight punches, without any technique to speak of.
Slowed down, they would have looked like two amateurs with no combat training, yet their speed, which ordinary eyes could barely follow, gave them astonishing destructive power.
The collisions of fists and flesh produced dull booms that shook the mountain. The currents spraying out during the battle blasted out crater after crater like those on the moon's surface, and the once lush landscape had long since become a wreck.
A tall figure sat upright on a nearby hillside, a charcoal grill laden with meat skewers and vegetables in front of him.
The charcoal fire brought out the aroma of the food, and fresh marinated venison hung from a wooden rack nearby.
"It's already noon. Let's take a break!"
Josen clapped his hands and called down to the battlefield below.
Boom-
The two blurred figures each threw an ora punch at the other, then used the force to spring apart.
On one side was the burly King, who landed drenched in sweat and panting heavily; on the other was Saitama, whose clothes had been burned into beggar's rags by the currents, but who had barely broken a sweat.
"You're looking pretty good now, King." Saitama grinned, his face drawn in the style of a powerful fighter, and tugged at his tattered clothes as he spoke. "Good thing I took Josen's advice and brought spare clothes. Otherwise, I'd probably get arrested as a pervert going home like this."
King wiped away his sweat and said modestly, "It's all thanks to your guidance, Mr. Saitama and Mr. Josen."
The two walked toward Josen's hillside while discussing their battle just now. After