Witch Special

As the Lion King charged, Saitama made no attempt to interrupt or escape, simply standing there and watching with fascination. While he didn't possess eyes like Hayashi Maki that could directly detect magical energy, his intuition informed him that the Lion King's combat power had increased significantly after activating a certain skill. This inevitably fueled a certain anticipation for the Lion King's next performance.

Maybe this enemy can bring him the pleasure of battle?

But in the eyes of the lion king, the brimming interest in Saitama's eyes was deeply insulting, for it reminded him of his own time in the zoo. Back then, he had been confined to a deep pit, a mere plaything of humans, subjected to wanton abuse with bread, sausages, and even rocks. He would never forget the shrill laughter and smiles in the eyes of those people, the exact same look in their eyes as Saitama's now.

So in your eyes, I'm just fun, right?

"Go to hell, Lion Slash, Flow Group!"

Ola Ola Ola Ola...

Roaring, the Lion King waved his arms wildly, and countless wind blades and claws hit Saitama's body like a rainstorm. The distorted air pressure even made a large area of ​​the surrounding space become very blurred. Saitama, standing in the center of the storm, naturally bore the Lion King's most powerful attack. He looked like a sapling in a typhoon, toppling over and over, and could be uprooted at any time.

As a spectator, Hayashi Maki quietly wiped a cold sweat from her forehead, secretly thanking herself for not showing up and leaving these monsters to Saitama. This world truly was dominated by monsters and heroes; any one of them would be a formidable problem for her to handle. If she were in Saitama's shoes, no matter how many layers of magic shields she cast, she wouldn't be able to stop the giant lion from tearing her apart. She'd be ripped to shreds by the lion in the blink of an eye.

Although she couldn't possibly confront such a dangerous enemy head-on, what if? If she faced such an enemy alone in a cramped space, wouldn't she be doomed?

It turns out that this world is very dangerous. Even without mystery, she can't be so wild. Her decision to seek help from a big guy is really wise. I give myself a thumbs up.

The lion king's claw with the wind blade had previously repelled Saitama, but now, the lion king's continuous claw attacks seemed to suck Saitama firmly in front of it. Even though Saitama was knocked down and swayed constantly, he was still not knocked away by the lion king.

No, to be precise, it was Saitama himself who stood in the same place. Although his body was shaking back and forth, his feet on the ground never moved.

After countless frantic blows, the lion's body temperature had risen to such a level that even a glass of water would emit white smoke. It delivered a final, desperate X-shaped slash with its claws crossed, finally, exhausted, its tongue lolling out of its mouth, gasping for air. Meanwhile, copious amounts of sweat continuously poured from its body, then evaporated from the excessively high temperature. This enveloped it in a thick white mist, making it impossible to discern the lion's current condition from the outside.

On the other hand, Saitama is now standing in a half-meter deep round pit... Well, it's a bit eye-catching.

Lin Zhenxi turned off the magic mirror, grabbed her wand, waved it, and silently chanted the flying spell. A spare combat uniform that Saitama had kept in the closet flew out of the window and landed in Saitama's arms, now completely naked, with not a single hair on his body.

It turns out that Saitama has trained himself to the point where there is no hair on his body. I thought he was just bald...

Although he couldn't see where Lin Maki was, Saitama knew that it must be Lin Maki who was taking action, holding his combat suit that flew towards him. So he waved to the sky, and then began to put on this brand new combat suit with a grin, finally stopping his rogue behavior.

In just a few seconds, Saitama put on his clothes again, but the lion king had not yet recovered from the heat.

But Saitama couldn't wait any longer, because his expectations were once again dashed. The Lion King's performance still didn't meet his expectations and satisfy him.

In other words, it is no longer of any use to Saitama.

Saitama waved his hand casually, and a strong wind blew up, instantly blowing away the white mist on the Lion King's body, forcing the Lion King, who was still sticking out his tongue, to reveal his current embarrassing situation.

The lion king now lacked the ferocity it had just possessed. The white mist emanating from its body had not only absorbed its accumulated heat but also a significant amount of its energy. Not only had its body shrunk to just over two meters in height, but its muscles had also atrophied, leaving it looking almost skin and bones. It was hard to imagine it was the same muscular, arrogant monster from earlier.

Moreover, it sticks out its tongue very long like a dog.

"Wow, you look like a dog now," Saitama complained accurately.

The lion's eyes instantly filled with bloodshot, but it no longer had the strength to repeat the attack. It was now struggling to speak, still gasping for air, and had no way to refute Saitama, who seemed to be unharmed.

Saitama raised his hand, clenched it into a fist, and slowly extended it towards the now powerless Lion King. Though it was only a simple fist encased in a red glove, in the Lion King's eyes it looked like a terrifying, life-threatening force, causing his body to tremble violently with fear. Unfortunately, his body was completely overcome by fear, and he could only watch helplessly as the fist landed lightly on his chest, completely unable to resist.

The moment Saitama's fist landed, the Lion King's body exploded instantly, and its bones and flesh turned into debris and blood paste, forming a perfect diffusion shape, evenly smeared on the street behind where it originally stood.

This time, Saitama was very careful to restrain his strength and concentrated all his power on the front of his fist, so the blood foam and flesh fragments all flew straight forward and did not get on Saitama's brand new combat suit at all.

Although the process was very exciting, after actually dealing with the Lion King without any setbacks, Saitama turned around and looked at the Iron Gorilla who appeared at the same time as the Lion King with an inquiring look.

"I'm free now, aren't you going to do it?"

However, Iron Gorilla's mind was now filled with the image of Saitama beating the Lion King into a bloody mess as easily as popping a bubble. He was completely terrified and had no courage to challenge Saitama. Hearing Saitama's dull, emotionless voice, Iron Gorilla's body trembled violently, and then he slowly squatted down and sat on the ground.

It lay down with its belly facing up, showing its most vulnerable part to Saitama.

Literally, it surrendered.

Just kidding, the Lion King was ranked one spot higher than him in their monster organization, the House of Evolution. In terms of organizational strength, rankings were based on combat power. Since Saitama could easily dispatch the Lion King with a single punch, beating him must be as easy as beating his son. He couldn't beat him, he couldn't beat him at all. How could he possibly beat him?

Seeing that Iron Gorilla had completely lost his will to fight, Saitama also withdrew his own fighting spirit. He didn't discriminate against monsters. Whether monster or human, Saitama saw them all as the same, their bodies as fragile as bubbles. He only punished monsters who had committed evil and were wanted, or were currently committing evil—that is, convicted criminals or those caught in the act. As for those monsters who hadn't yet committed evil, even if they lay belly-up in front of him, he wouldn't even think of striking them.

Because there is no need, and that is not the justice in his mind.

Saitama came to the side of the steel gorilla and kicked the alloy part of the steel gorilla with the tip of his shoe. The moment Saitama kicked, the steel gorilla's body trembled violently. It must have thought that Saitama was going to kill it to silence it. But it turned out not to be the case. Saitama just used the sound of the tip of his shoe hitting the alloy steel plate to confirm whether this guy was really made of iron.

It doesn't sound like it, it's just a thick layer of steel plate wrapped around the body.

Seeing that Saitama had solved all the problems, Hayashi Maki, who had been on OB, finally made his debut. While Saitama was beating up the Lion King, Hayashi Maki attacked from behind and easily subdued all the monster minions.

With one spell of immobilization, all the monsters and minions fell stiffly to the ground. Except for their eyes rolling around, not a single muscle in their bodies could move.

After dealing with those minions who might cause trouble or do bad things, Hayashi Maki appeared behind Saitama, half a body length behind him, and looked curiously at the iron gorilla in front of him, who was still very oppressive even though he had lost the will to fight.

Saitama could sense Hayashi Maki's approach without turning around and said, "Xiaolin, you're here."

"Well, I didn't dare to come out just now, but uncle, you were so handsome just now. I admire you."

"Hehe, it's nothing." Saitama pulled the corner of his mouth a little embarrassedly, almost unable to hide his pride.

"Then uncle, let me interrogate this gorilla. I have a lot to learn."

"Okay, I'm not good at this, so I'll leave it to you." Saitama put his hand on the steel gorilla's shoulder, tilted his head to look at the steel gorilla, and said with a "kind" face, "Just tell the truth about whatever Xiaolin asks, and don't try to hide anything. Otherwise, you know what will happen."

Iron Gorilla was already frightened by Saitama, and had no other thoughts at all. He nodded quickly, indicating that he would tell Saitama everything he knew and would definitely cooperate without playing any tricks.

Thus, Lin Zhenxi's interrogation of Iron Gorilla began.