The principle that brute force can overcome any skill is universally applicable. In actual combat, strong physical attributes are far more important than superior technique.
As for Saitama's physical abilities...
Regardless of his skill level, he can defeat most opponents with a single punch. If he encounters someone like Boros who can't be defeated with a single punch, the opponent will at most knock off his clothes, and then he can finish him off with Serious Punch. Whether he has skill or not makes no difference to him.
"It's different. Anyway, if I ask someone else for help, I'm afraid I might accidentally hit them too hard and cause them to get hurt. After thinking about it, among the people I know who I'm on good terms with, I guess only you have the ability to help me without getting hurt."
Meikyō casually picked up an apple from the table and took a bite, then looked at Saitama, who was lying on the floor, reading comics and picking his nose, completely unmoved.
"If I can't develop any new moves, I'll be in a bad mood. If I'm in a bad mood, then the barbecue party that was originally planned for tomorrow night won't happen. What a pity, Saitama, I was thinking of inviting you~"
Saitama's face, which could normally be drawn in twenty seconds, instantly became serious, with sharp, angular features as if carved by a knife and axe, and his eyes were full of confidence and decisiveness.
"Meikyō, as your good friend, I think it's very meaningful and necessary to help you develop new moves. I have no choice but to do it!"
"Shall we set off now?"
"That barbecue party..."
"Tomorrow afternoon, the catering industry giant Evolution Group will send ingredients, seasonings, and barbecue equipment by special vehicle. The venue will be set up on the newly laid lawn outside the Hero Apartment. Every hero of the Hero Association can participate for free."
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go now! Where do you want to go?"
Saitama quickly walked to the door and opened it, looking even more impatient than the person in question, Meikyō.
"No rush, of course it's a place that won't affect other people."
Meikyō stretched out her finger and gently tapped in front of her, and a Teleportation Circle immediately opened in the space in front of her.
"Huh? What is this thing?"
Under the astonished gaze of the Meikyō, Saitama reached out and picked up the Teleportation Circle, which looked like a mirror, and shook it in his hand.
Can you still do this?
"This is a door that can be used for spatial teleportation."
As Meikyō spoke, he activated his Rinnegan and used his Mirror God Eye to look at Saitama, hoping to glean something from this completely incomprehensible and absurd scene.
Meikyō only glanced at it before withdrawing her Dojutsu.
No way.
Because if I look at it one more time, it will explode.
In the past, Meikyō had used his Mirror God Eye to see through Saitama.
But the conclusion was simple—this guy was just someone whose physical abilities were so strong they were inhuman, and there was nothing special about him.
But this time, after Saitama used his bizarre ability as the male protagonist of a comedy manga, Meikyō felt like his brain was about to explode after just one glance.
Endless knowledge, which he could not yet comprehend, Rinnegan like Supernovas explosion.
This is not even the power that this level of Rinnegan can bear—for some people, knowledge represents power.
Meikyō stood still, involuntarily closing her eyes. Two lines of bloody tears flowed from her Rinnegan, exactly the same symptoms she had when she overused the power of the Mangekyō Sharingan.
"Hey? What's wrong? Are you okay? Your eyes are bleeding again, just like before. Didn't they say that genetic disease was cured?"
Saitama stopped what he was doing and asked Meikyō with concern.
Meikyō didn't answer, but simply extended her trembling left hand and formed a hand Hand Seals.
"Ninja Technique: Heart-Sealing Seal!"
With the memory of those few seconds sealed away, Meikyō's state finally returned to normal.
"It's nothing, a minor issue, it's already resolved."
Meikyō shook his head.
"Are you sure everything's okay?"
Saitama looked at Meikyō's expression and asked another question uncertainly.
"I am confident in my physical condition; I can live for at least another 180 years."
Meikyō smiled, wiped away the blood and tears from his eyes, and said to Saitama.
Orochimaru's New Sage Mode, which is a cultivation technique, has been mastered by Meikyō to the point where he can condense Senjutsu Chakra into a liquid state in his dantian.
Reaching this level grants an additional two Jiazi (60 years), or 120 years. One's lifespan limit should exceed 200 years, and theoretically, it's possible to live to 250.
Even excluding his physical body, Rinnegan, and other personal abilities, if he only used Senjutsu Chakra to perform Ninjutsu, Meikyō estimated that he was stronger than most Kage Level ninjas.
Moreover, Meikyō was confident that he had cultivated it to a very high level in this realm.
He felt that this realm was very similar to the Foundation Establishment stage in the Xianxia novels he had read.
However, it is worth mentioning that the cultivation process is as long as in Xianxia novels. Nearly ten years have passed, and even with the boost from his Chakra system, he is only at the late stage of Foundation Establishment.
As for its power, it doesn't significantly enhance Meikyō's abilities now. Its greatest benefit is freeing him from the Chakra system, allowing him to fully utilize his strength if he ever encounters a situation where he needs to fight against Otsutsuki in the future, without worrying about the opponent's ability to absorb his Chakra at will.
Perhaps, only after one's Senjutsu Chakra condenses from liquid to solid and forms a "Golden Core" will it be of greater help to oneself.
"You're almost thirty, aren't you? If you live to be another 180, wouldn't you be a two-hundred-year-old monster? What normal person can live to be over two hundred years old..."
"You once said that there are no normal people who can fly!"
"What I did wasn't flying, it was just that I jumped higher and farther."
Saitama waved his hand and said.
"Alright, let's go."
Meikyō pointed to the desert on the other side of the Teleportation Circle.
"OK."
Saitama nodded, glanced at the size of the Teleportation Circle, then reached out and grabbed both sides of the circle, pulling it outwards and making it much larger.
"Yes, this size is normal. The previous one was too small. Although you could get through, it wasn't convenient to look at."
Saitama clapped his hands and then went inside.
Meikyō twitched the corner of her mouth and followed him inside.
Given this guy's style, this kind of thing is actually quite normal...
My head!
After stepping into the Teleportation Circle, Saitama suddenly widened his eyes, feeling as if he had been to this place before.
Saitama glanced at the familiar crater at his feet, then at the enormous blue planet above and the dazzling sun in the distance. Saitama pinched his nose with his left hand, looked at Meikyō speechlessly, and began to write on the ground with his finger.
"This is the good place you were talking about?"
When Meikyō closed its aperture and saw Saitama's appearance, it immediately started writing on the ground as well.
The gravity here is only one-sixth that of Earth, and the soil in most places is very loose, making it easy to write.
Although with the power of the Meikyō and Saitama, they could simply write directly on steel.
"That's right!"
"I can't even breathe."
"I don't think you need to breathe at all."
Meikyō continued writing on the ground.
After his last battle with Blast, he discovered that the Otsutsuki genes within him had allowed his physical body to fully adapt to the space environment.
The main method is to replace the energy released by mitochondria during respiration by consuming high-quality energy within the body through internal energy circulation.
Saitama looked at Meikyō's expression, speechless, and continued writing on the ground:
"No normal person can survive without breathing!"
"You could try removing the hand from your nose."
Meikyō watched Saitama continue writing.
How long has this guy been holding his breath with his hand pinching his nose? Even if a normal person could hold their breath for that long, how could they not change color?
"I'm not well-educated, don't lie to me. You don't think that if I'm bored to death here, you can skip the barbecue party, do you?"
Meikyō had no choice but to open a larger Teleportation Circle in front of Saitama.
"If you feel you can't take it, you can just go back."
"Fine, I'll hold my breath for a bit for the sake of the barbecue party."
Saitama removed the hand that was pinching his nose, and looked like nothing had happened.
In fact, Meikyō suspected that this guy could hold his breath for longer than the time it took for his own internal energy to circulate. Even after his own internal energy was completely depleted, he could probably continue to hold his breath.
This thing is powerful simply because it's unreasonable.
"Etc."
Meikyō suddenly gestured and tapped Saitama's forehead with his finger.
"What exactly is this guy trying to do?"
Saitama's thoughts immediately reached Meikyō's mind.
"This is a telepathic ability that can effectively solve the difficulties of communicating in space."
Meikyō's voice immediately appeared in Saitama's mind.
This telepathic ability is an inherent ability of Psychic Slug No. 2. Meikyō saw Psychic Slug No. 2 use it during training, and thus used the Mirror God Eye of the Rinnegan to perceive it.
"Siguo Yi! You have so many strange abilities. You can breathe fire, fly, glow, and teleport. Now you can do this too. You're even more amazing than the circus performers!"
Circus...
How did this guy come up with the idea of a circus?
"Alright, let's get started."
"Hmm, it feels pretty much the same as before, no difference."
Saitama, hunched over and with dead fish eyes, casually punched away a blue-black transparent slash that Meikyō was sending flying.
"No, there are still differences."
Meikyō shook his head and silently began to speculate.
Although he dared not use the Mirror God Eye to carefully observe Saitama, the Rinnegan's superior capabilities compared to most modern instruments still allowed the Meikyō Eye to clearly see his own attacks.
"The speed seems to have increased a little?"
Saitama asked uncertainly.
Of course, this is on the telepathic channel.
"That's one way to understand it, but the power of this slash didn't actually increase due to the increased speed. This one seems to have broken through the limitations of space to some extent. Originally, the distance between you and me was more than ten meters, but in terms of space, that distance has been shortened to three meters."
Meikyō's eyes showed some excitement.
He initially thought he could attach spatial abilities to the sword energy, giving the attack a spatial severing ability, but he didn't expect it to produce such an effect.
The power of cross-dimensional space!
"If this technique continues to be developed, it might be possible to ignore spatial distance. No matter how far away you are, the attack will definitely reach you the moment I swing my sword. This is equivalent to this attack having a guaranteed hit effect against enemies of the same level! In battles of the same level, they can only take it head-on!"
"That sounds pretty impressive, shall we continue?"
Saitama didn't understand and just stared blankly.
"Wait, let me think about how to develop it better. Also, the technique of using space curvature to create a gravitational field can be added. Psychic Power also provide an advantage in this area, which can be utilized. Moreover, Psychic Power can help me better perceive and analyze this process..."
Meikyō was still carefully deducing the results when, more than an hour later, she pulled Saitama aside to start the experiment.
Saitama was getting impatient and had Meikyō open another Teleportation Circle.
Saitama is now leaning against a rock, holding a comic book he hasn't finished reading yet, and with his other hand he's reached into the Teleportation Circle to open the refrigerator and take out a bottle of soda.
I don't know how they drink on the moon without an atmosphere, but this thing drinks just like it does on Earth.
Meikyō was still gesturing with her sword in mid-air when suddenly she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket.
After opening the video call, Genus glanced at the background of the screen and revealed an expression that said, "I knew it."
Genus did not speak, because he knew that even if he did, the Meikyō on the moon would not hear him.
"I'm on the moon now. Shall we begin today's routine training? I'll be back in a bit. You know I have spatial abilities, so going back will be quick and easy."
Meikyō pointed the camera at the ground and wrote this line of text with her finger.
Genus also pulled over a blackboard and started writing.
"Today's training is postponed. Remember that meteorite that sealed the Evil Natural Water and was pushed toward the sun? I left an astronomical-grade radio telescope on it to obtain some data related to solar activity. Based on the sunspot activity, the Solar Storm, which has not occurred in eleven years, is expected to erupt in an hour!"
"This is a major astronomical event that only occurs once every eleven years in the Solar System. According to the calculations of the supercomputer I used, this Solar Storm will last for only seven hours, with an eruption every three to five minutes."
"If you can use these seven hours to understand it with your abilities, it will definitely be of great use!"