Of course, that was only Saitama's impression.
Since Josen had captured this monster to serve as a sparring partner for the two of them, he would certainly have to leave him half alive for King to play with.
After all, he had enjoyed King's warm hospitality over the past few days in M City.
Under Saitama's rules for life, basic courtesy and sharing were essential when spending time with friends.
That settled it!
Asura Minotaur: You... courtesy, my ass!
Hearing Saitama speak, King nodded good-naturedly. "All right, Saitama, you go first!"
At the same time, the deafening roar of the "King Engine" gradually subsided as his fighting spirit receded.
"Mmph, mmph... mmph!" (D-damn it... how dare you treat me like a punching bag!)
Muffled noises came from Asura Minotaur's mouth, but however hard he strained, the pitch-black force field mask seemed welded to his mouth, leaving him able to make nothing but muffled grunts.
"Go over there. There's plenty of room. Don't wreck our training base."
Josen pointed toward the open wilderness to one side. Saitama nodded, then used Normal Running, becoming a blur as he ran over.
Josen planted his foot on Asura Minotaur's bovine head and snorted coldly.
"Remember, don't try any tricks. Behave, and you might live. Refuse to cooperate or try to escape, and I'll scatter the last scraps of your soul. Understood?"
Asura Minotaur's mountainous body trembled instinctively. His bovine nostrils blasted great clouds of white vapor through the mask as he reluctantly indicated that he understood.
Life was hard, and a bug could only sigh... no, a bull could only sigh!
Only then did Josen lift his foot in satisfaction. Asura Minotaur's eyes swiveled toward Saitama's distant figure, which had already stopped amid the dust.
Seeing that Josen did not stop him, a cunning,