Unlike the other man present, Saitama habitually ignored the pain, as though getting injured were the most ordinary thing in the world.
Noticing the man staring at him, dumbfounded, Saitama grinned. "Don't worry. I'm pretty strong after all my training!"
He nimbly scrambled up from the ground, shoved the still-dazed man aside, and swung his fists with all his might as he met the pursuing octopus Monster head-on.
"Come on! This fight's only just getting started!!"
By the time Josen arrived, some unknown force had blown apart the head of the giant octopus that had caused the chaos, leaving its mangled corpse sprawled in the middle of the street.
A figure in tattered clothes was holding an octopus tentacle tipped with claws, using it to cut off the other tentacles.
Come to think of it, why would an octopus have claws?
Oh, it's a Monster!
Never mind, then.
Mantra located several gravely injured survivors. Green chakra brimming with vitality flowed over Josen's hands as he activated the Mystical Palm Technique, rapidly repairing their injured bodies and snatching them back from the gates of hell.
Unfortunately, such lucky survivors were ultimately few and far between.
"Are you okay, Saitama?"
"Huh? Wait... who are you?"
Saitama instinctively looked back and saw someone whose face he couldn't quite make out approaching, prompting his question.
Was it really that effective?
Surprised, Josen raised the brim of his cap-the same style worn by the Qiao Family's God of War-to reveal his handsome face. "It's me, Josen."
"Oh, it's you, Josen! That's weird. How come I can barely recognize you once you put on a hat?"
"I'm a public figure, after all. It's only normal to need a little disguise when I go out, right?"
Saitama couldn't help recalling the serious stampede earlier, when the