King knew that he was a "hero."
In the eyes of everyone, he was the one and only final hope capable of standing against the godlike monster before him.
He walked up to Ye Chuan.
Then, under everyone's complicated gazes, he slowly began to speak...
However-
Just as he was about to deliver the cool lines he had rehearsed countless times in his mind.
A guileless voice suddenly drifted up from the ruins of the Monster Association's lair behind him.
"Oh?"
A bald man in a yellow jumpsuit and a white cape slowly emerged from the underground ruins, scratching his gleaming bald head as he walked.
He looked at the terrifying battlefield before him, a scene of devastation without a single intact building.
Then he looked at Ye Chuan, who stood at the center of the battlefield without a speck of dust on him.
And at King, who stood in Ye Chuan's way, trembling like a leaf.
"Ah."
"Did I miss something again?"
When King saw his friend emerge from the labyrinth, the heart that had been lodged in his throat finally began to settle.
He knew that as long as this man appeared.
No matter how powerful the disaster, it would no longer be frightening.
Yet just as he was about to do what he always did and dump every problem he could not solve onto this invincible bald man.
The black-haired demon king, who had watched everything from above as a mere spectator all this time, revealed an arrogant smile!
Here, before all the heroes and monsters in the world, Ye Chuan would take the initiative and challenge his "own kind" who stood at the summit!
"Oh?"
Saitama looked at the black-haired man who had suddenly directed an intense fighting spirit toward him, and for the first time,