Chapter 184: The Ultimate Human Uber
After playing around in the black hole for a while, the Bald Demon started to get bored. With a violent heave, he wrenched himself out of the singularity, ready to resume the fight.
King, however, reached out and grabbed the black hole itself. In a single heartbeat, he completed his adaptation to the spatial anomaly, and then he twisted his wrists.
The next second, a majestic, ocean-like torrent of energy poured from King's hands into the black hole, saturating it from the inside out.
The abyss, once so dense that even light could not escape, suddenly flared with a brilliance that rivaled the sun.
Under the constant infusion of energy, the black hole began to shrink rapidly. It condensed and reshaped itself until it transformed into a pair of pitch-black, shimmering gloves fitted over King's hands.
These "Black Hole Gloves" were fingerless, designed perfectly so they wouldn't interfere with the utility of his Neutron Star Brass Knuckles.
Seeing this, Saitama began hopping around in the void, looking thoroughly annoyed.
"Oi, oi, King! That's totally cheating! How are you collecting legendary loot in the middle of a fight? I don't have any gear to use!"
Hearing Saitama's complaints, King shrugged nonchalantly.
"These are all hand-crafted by me. If you've got the skills, feel free to forge yourself some gear to play with."
King's retort immediately deflated Saitama's ego. He was just a "regular" human—how was he supposed to transmute a whole planet into a piece of armor?
Man... I wish I had cool gear too...
The moment that thought formed, the void in front of Saitama suddenly cracked open. For no logical reason whatsoever, a pair of gloves simply tumbled out of the rift and into his hands.
"Alright! I have gloves too now!"
King didn't even have the energy left to complain. Saitama was the ultimate freak among freaks. Was this the terrifying power of being the personification of the "World's Rules"?
A new round of the "Great War" began.
This time, with both of them boosted by their new cosmic gear, the destructive force of their exchange became even more berserk. Every single impact was enough to shatter a planet like a glass ornament.
They fought for an unknown amount of time. Star after star vanished into the wake of their duel. The brilliant starlight of the sector grew sparse, eventually turning into a region of absolute darkness.
Finally, after throwing a particular heavy punch, Saitama suddenly stopped. He looked dazed, as if the battery in his brain had run out.
He floated in the shattered void and sat down on the very fabric of space itself, scratching his hairless head with a sigh.
"I say... how about we call it? I really can't beat you! I'm giving up on the free games and food!"
Saitama was officially out of ideas. While he had craved a heart-pumping battle, fighting this endlessly was getting repetitive.
King's growth rate was simply too fast. Moreover, dealing damage was pointless; the man would just regenerate perfectly a second later.
Since they were best friends and weren't actually trying to kill each other, Saitama lost his motivation.
Getting hit hurts like hell, and it's exhausting. Even my Serious Series can't put him down.
I'd rather just go home and lie down.
Seeing Saitama stop, King deactivated his offensive stance as well.
He was actually quite tired too—not physically, but mentally. The mental tax of evolving at light speed was heavy.
With a thought, he closed the Gate of Death. The crimson steam stopped billowing, and his surging muscles returned to their calm, base state.
Now then... it's time for the moment of truth!
King took a deep breath and opened his Status Panel.
He hadn't spent all that time brawling with the Bald Demon just for the adrenaline; he was "stat-padding"! Now was the time to see the final results.
[Name: King]
[Gender: Male]
[Abilities: King Engine, Extreme Regeneration, Precision Control, Energy Mastery, Infinite Evolution, Soul Indestructibility]
[Strength: 4,000,000]
[Speed: 4,000,000]
[Stamina: 4,000,000]
[Defense: 4,000,000]
[Spirit: 4,000,000]
[Note: The threshold for Dragon-Level is 1,000 in all stats.]
[System Remark: You have reached a realm unprecedented and unrepeatable. You have become the Supreme Stat Monster. Aside from Saitama, who IS the rules of this world, you have no more rivals.]
Four million?!
Looking at his total stats—an astronomical 20 million across the board—even King couldn't help but let out a triumphant laugh.
This is beyond broken.
But then again, it made sense. He had just spent nearly two hours in a life-or-death exchange with the strongest being in existence in the heart of the cosmos. If he didn't get this strong, it would be a slap in the face to logic.
His current numbers were 20 times higher than before the spar. In terms of actual combat effectiveness, he was thousands of times stronger.
As mentioned before, stats aren't simple addition. If the current King fought the version of himself that had just finished the war with GOD, King could probably explode his past self just by breathing too hard.
At this level... I should finally be ready to invade the High-Dimensional Realm and take the fight to GOD's home turf...
With that thought, King decided to return home to rest. Once he was fully prepped, he would take the Bald Demon with him and go on a "Divine Crusade" to execute GOD!
With the spar concluded, King sent out a mental pulse. Blast, who had been waiting at a safe distance, immediately triggered a teleport and appeared beside them. He opened a massive spatial tunnel to ferry them back to Earth.
Inside the silver tunnel, King looked at the veteran hero and felt a wave of appreciation.
Honestly, Blast is a top-tier Human Uber. You tell him where to go, and he gets you there instantly, no matter how many light-years it is.