"Mas-ter-" ×3
After standing stunned for a long moment, Iaian and the other two let out cries of grief in unison.
All three burst into the speed possessed only by top A-Class Heroes, racing as though their feet rode the wind toward where Atomic Samurai had fallen.
Crack, crack, crack...
Thud!
At the edge of the forest at the far end of the Training Ground, Atomic Samurai traced a parabola through the air and landed squarely in the crown of a large tree.
An unknown number of branches snapped at once, and he dropped straight down like an anvil, his back slamming solidly into the ground!
"Cough, cough..."
Saitama had punched Atomic Samurai hard in the face, yet he felt as though every bone in his body had been run over head-on by a truck. His entire body was practically falling apart!
"Hiss-how could this happen..."
He groaned in pain. His handsome, middle-aged face, once brimming with mature masculine charm, had already been disfigured. Blood sprayed freely from his nearly collapsed nose, and the shock to his gums had left almost every tooth in his mouth loose.
As his internal injuries flared up, the older man, whose psychological wounds were even worse, clutched his chest and struggled to prop himself up with his arms.
"I never expected..."
Even now, as he looked at Saitama's seemingly ordinary back in the distance, his eyes remained filled with disbelief.
"Th-this guy is actually... a powerhouse like that too!!"
"Master-"
His disciples' frantic cries drew closer and closer. Atomic Samurai came back to his senses and forced himself to try to straighten up his appearance.
Pfft-
He coughed up another mouthful of blood. Finding that his body was like a torn sack, unable to muster any strength at all, his vision finally went black,