Consecutive…
Normal punches?!
The moment everyone heard those words, question marks filled their faces.
So that meant—
everything Saitama had thrown just now were nothing more than casual punches?
That was ridiculous.
Rayleigh asked blankly,
"If he actually gets serious… who here could take it?"
"Serious Punch…"
Ron thought for a moment, then said calmly,
"Probably only Kesha and Liang Bing with their fourth-generation divine bodies."
"And Pluto and Snow Emperor with their Nebula Forms."
"Oh—right."
"And Gray Wolf. He definitely could."
After all, that one was a concept-level, immortal existence.
Blue-dyed Aizen, who was watching the fight, felt his heart skip.
Gray Wolf's body… that strong?
Impossible.
Absolutely impossible.
Ron had to be bluffing—yes, that must be it!
It wasn't just Aizen who didn't believe it.
Even Rayleigh and the others stared blankly at Gray Wolf, who was aggressively gnawing on roast lamb as if venting his anger.
Fake, right?
Noticing all the gazes focused on him, Gray Wolf lifted his chin arrogantly.
"Boss, don't go talking big like that."
"Whether I can handle it or not—
you'll only know after I actually step into the ring."
That was what he said—
But inside, Gray Wolf was panicking hard.
He could clearly feel it:
the looks aimed at him now carried unmistakable battle intent.
Especially that bastard Aizen…
Damn it.
I was just pretending to be cool—
please don't let anyone actually challenge me!
At that moment—
Saitama had already dashed toward the Holy Lord.
In an instant, he threw out dozens of punches!
"Consecutive Normal Punches!"
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
With every punch, a hole was blasted clean through the Holy Lord's body.
Blood, shattered flesh, and even internal organs splattered onto the ground.
The scene was utterly
Seeing this, Demon Little Dragon on the stands finally broke.
"No!!!"
"Father…!"
"Admit defeat—stop fighting!"
"Let's go home and drink, okay?!"
The Holy Lord didn't turn around.
He only said softly,
"Foolish son."
"Just hearing you say that…
even if I die here, it's worth it."
Win or lose—
this fight was already worth it to him.
At the very least…
his foolish son had learned to worry about his old man.
Then the Holy Lord looked at Saitama and sneered.
"Is that all you can do?"
As his words fell—
His wounds rapidly regenerated, and at the same time, an extremely cold and sinister aura burst forth.
"You can still recover?"
Saitama's eyes lit up.
"You're much stronger than the monsters I've fought before."
Vaccine Man.
Beefcake.
Asura Kabuto.
All of them had been one-shot kills.
There had been no fun at all.
But the Holy Lord was different.
At the very least…
he could withstand Consecutive Normal Punches.
"You can't kill me,"
the Holy Lord said coldly.
"So if you want to win,
you'd better go all out."
A murderous glint flashed through his crimson eyes, his voice growing more chilling.
"As you wish."
"I'll use my trump card—
out of respect for you."
Saitama nodded, genuine interest finally appearing in his dead fish eyes.
"Come on."
The Holy Lord let out a low roar and charged.
At the same time, golden light bloomed in his eyes, and supreme power gathered in his right claw—
The power of the Pig Talisman and the Dragon Talisman.
However—
Saitama remained calm.
He simply shifted his body slightly, lowered his stance, and threw a plain, unadorned punch.
"Serious Punch!"
BOOOOM——!!!
The moment fist and attack collided—
A visible shockwave exploded outward from Saitama, expanding in all directions like a storm.
Immediately after,
a terrifying trench carved by pure punch-force tore across the arena, stretching all the way to its edge.
If not for the barriers set up by Ron, Tohru, and Lucoa—
the One Piece world itself might have been split in two.
The arena floor completely collapsed.
The Holy Lord's massive body was torn apart by the shockwave alone.
Everyone in the stands sucked in a sharp breath.
Too strong…
That punch—
if it had landed on any of them, death would have been guaranteed.
Gray Wolf's heart pounded wildly.
Damn it—
this is something I'm supposed to tank?!
Ron, you might as well just kill me…
As everyone was still reeling—
A figure leapt down from the stands and rushed to the Holy Lord's side.
"Father!!!"
"No—!"
"You have the Dog Talisman, you won't die!"
"You old bastard, don't scare me like that!"
Demon Little Dragon shook the Holy Lord desperately, eyes filled with tears.
At this moment, the Holy Lord looked completely drained.
His body was shriveled, lifeless—
wounds everywhere, yet not a drop of blood remained.
He looked… truly on the verge of death.
"Cough… cough…"
"I still… lost, didn't I?"
"No, you can't die!"
"As long as you live, I'll listen to everything you say from now on!"
Demon Little Dragon cried hoarsely while wiping his tears.
"Everything I say?"
The Holy Lord's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Yes!"
"Even if I want to practice my alt account?"
"I don't care!"
"And pass my position to my alt?"
"No problem!"
"And leave all Twelve Talismans and my assets to the alt?"
"Old bastard, go die already!"
Realizing something was very wrong, Demon Little Dragon exploded in rage.
At that instant—
Bolts of lightning rained down from the sky, slamming into the Holy Lord!
BOOOOM——!!!
"Unfilial brat!"
"Is it really that hard to say something that makes your father happy?!"
The Holy Lord instantly regenerated and dodged the attack.
Everything earlier had been an act.
Saitama was a concept-level being—
but so was the Dog Talisman.
"Get lost!"
Demon Little Dragon spat and stormed off.
Still…
the weight that had been hanging over his heart finally lifted.
The Holy Lord turned to Saitama.
"How about we call this a draw?"
"If we keep going, I can't hurt you—
and you can't kill me. Might as well stop here."
"I'm fine with that."
Saitama shrugged, a hint of regret in his eyes.
Winning or losing didn't matter.
But for the first time in a very long while—
someone had actually endured so many of his attacks.
This was the kind of fight he had always dreamed of.
The Holy Lord nodded and looked up at Ron in the stands.
"Boss, let's count this as a draw. I'll cover the venue fees."
"Tomorrow, I'll bring something you like."
Please don't be a succubus body…
Ron muttered inwardly, then smiled.
"Deal."
As the Holy Lord and Saitama returned to the stands—
Kanna tugged on Ron's sleeve.
"Um… can I play with Lady Tohru for a bit?"
The crowd immediately looked disappointed.
Two little girls fighting?
What was there to see?
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