Under Ye Chuan's puzzled gaze.
Saitama slowly withdrew his fist.
He leaned close to Ye Chuan's ear and asked quietly, in a guilty whisper so faint that only the two of them could hear:
"Um..."
"I can pretend to lose to you."
"But..."
He looked at Ye Chuan, a flicker of longing crossing his dead-fish eyes.
"Could you take the smallest piece of gold from that glittering treasury of yours just now..."
"And give it to me?"
"I'm a little short on rent this month..."
"Just a little..."
Ye Chuan froze completely.
Only one speechless thought remained in his mind.
So...
The strongest thing in this world wasn't True Magic or superpowers.
It was money.
After several dozen seconds of deathly silence.
At last...
He gave a helpless, wry smile.
Then he slowly nodded at Saitama, who was watching him expectantly.
"...Sure."
With Ye Chuan's agreement, Saitama instantly broke into a grateful smile!
He immediately straightened his back and addressed Ye Chuan in a heroic, righteous tone:
"All right, kid! Enough talk!"
"Come on! Let's use this final punch to decide who's truly the strongest!"
Watching him instantly slip into his outrageously overacted role, Ye Chuan could only sigh helplessly again.
Then he played along, throwing a punch at Saitama's chest that looked powerful and heavy but was actually soft and feeble.
Yet before Ye Chuan's fist had even touched Saitama's yellow jumpsuit.
"Aaaaaaah!!!"
Saitama reacted as though a real meteor had slammed straight into him!
He let out the most agonized scream he had made since coming to this Arena!
His body spun a full seven hundred and twenty degrees through the air in an exaggerated display that completely defied Newton's laws!
Finally, he slammed heavily onto the already ruined platform, even rolling his eyes back and foaming at