Witch Special

On the ground, Saitama stood steadily as if he had nails on his feet, in the ruins where the storm raged and the strong earthquake continued. He looked up at the thundercloud tornado that was becoming more and more terrifying in size. He stood still despite the howling wind and the billowing cloak.

"Wow~ What a big noise! ​​Is it really necessary for Kobayashi to be so exaggerated?" Saitama muttered to himself in his unique, flat voice.

A concrete block weighing several hundred pounds and with steel bars inserted into it was picked up by the strong wind, bounced a few times on the ground, and came straight towards Saitama. Saitama raised his hand and slapped the stone, and the stone instantly accelerated and flew into the sky in the other direction like a cannonball.

The flying rocks didn't bother Saitama as much as a mosquito buzzing in his ear. After swatting it away, Saitama shifted his attention to the glowing magic circle in the air above him. He knew Lin Zhenxi was there.

Although the magic circle now emits a light comparable to the holy light of a paladin, nothing can be seen clearly from below.

The scene was indeed quite grand, but it was boring to stand there and watch for too long. The key was that Saitama couldn't leave because Hayashi Maki said there would be monsters coming to cause trouble. Since Hayashi Maki might be in danger, he had to stay here and wait until the incident was over.

But where is that weirdo? Can you please come out and cheer me up?

As Saitama was doing his calisthenics against the strong wind, he felt an unusual vibration coming from the ground below. Although the ground was already very unstable, as if there was an earthquake, the stone pillars constantly driving into the ground caused transverse waves, while the waves Saitama felt now were longitudinal waves, and there was a clear difference between the two.

Something is coming out!

A warning suddenly arose in Saitama's heart, and he jumped to the side. The next moment, a derailed train rushed out from the ground and soared into the sky.

After Saitama dodged the attack from underground, he turned his head and saw that it was not a train that had become a spirit, but a giant centipede that was as big as a train.

The part of this centipede that rushed out of the ground was more than 100 meters long, but its body was still in the hole and had not come out. With such a huge size, it might be ranked among the top monsters Saitama has dealt with.

Incidentally, the one ranked first in size was the super-muscular giant that Hayashi Maki saw when she first arrived in this world, crushed by Saitama's punch. That giant's waist alone reached the clouds, and his single footstep could flatten an entire city. If Saitama hadn't happened to be in that city grabbing a discounted bento, who knows how much damage that oversized giant monster could have inflicted on the city ranked first.

Seeing such a huge centipede crawling out of the ground, Saitama's first reaction was not alarm, but joy. Great, the real culprit finally came out. Doesn't this mean that he doesn't have to stand here doing nothing anymore?

"Here I come!" Saitama said, and turned into a stream of yellow light and rushed forward.

At this point, the giant centipede hadn't realized what the hell was about to happen. After it emerged from the ground, it didn't rush to deal with Lin Zhenxi. Instead, it straightened its long, narrow body and raised its head high, revealing its ugly, dry face, like a dried-up corpse, wrapped in layers of insect skin. It opened its mouth and let out a satisfying roar. Even with the surrounding storm creating a lot of noise, the giant centipede's voice was still very loud and clear.

"Today is your end, pathetic humans. Because I, Elder Centipede, have returned!"

"Oh, Elder Centipede, right? Come here and take a picture, cheese." Suddenly, a dull voice sounded above Elder Centipede's head, which made people feel that the speaker had no motivation.

"What!" An expression of surprise appeared on the shriveled old face of Elder Centipede. At this time, Saitama had already grabbed Elder Centipede's fangs with one hand and hung himself next to Elder Centipede's face. With the other hand, he raised a Polaroid point-and-shoot camera and took a selfie of himself and Elder Centipede's face next to him.

A photo fell out of the camera. Saitama calmly hung the camera on his belt and then grabbed the photo that was about to fly away in the storm. Turning the photo over, the dull-looking Saitama and the stunned Elder Centipede were both very clear.

This was the solution Saitama had come up with after much thought. With the number of high-quality monsters in the Wasteland City decreasing, Saitama had no choice but to consider using those weaker monsters that shattered at the slightest touch. But how could he convince the Hero Association staff that he had defeated those monsters that shattered at his slightest touch? So, he took a photo to prove they existed.

To enhance the authenticity, Saitama had to include himself in the photo. However, he couldn't use complex electronic devices like digital cameras, so he finally took Black Cat Yanyan's advice and got himself a Polaroid camera, which is suitable for children. Simply pressing the shutter button automatically prints out the photos. It's simple to use and affordable, making it perfect for someone like him who's not good with electronic devices.

However, this behavior was extremely insulting. Almost every monster in the photo instantly had its rage meter filled to capacity. If it were any other ordinary hero, the enraged monster might have had some effect, but for Saitama, it was like cutting in line and going to hell. Rather, it was about stabilizing the aggression and preventing the monster from escaping; that was exactly what Saitama wanted.

After taking down the photo and putting it away, Saitama turned his head and looked at the Centipede Elder, whose eyes were already bloodshot with anger.

"You... bastard bastard bastard, I will cut you into pieces!" Under Saitama's self-taught full-level taunt, the Centipede Elder selectively forgot the fact that it had no idea how Saitama ran over its head, and now it was determined to kill this hateful bald human.

The centipede elder's massive and incredibly hard body is its most powerful weapon, a simple one but effective enough. With Saitama hanging on its face, the centipede elder chose to directly hit the ground with its head, intending to crush Saitama to death with the impact of its head on the ground.

However, Saitama was worried about his clothes. If the centipede elder smashed them to the ground, he would be fine, but his clothes and his newly purchased point-and-shoot camera, which hadn't even warmed up yet, would definitely be ruined. So, at the moment when the giant centipede was about to hit the ground, Saitama propped himself up on the centipede elder's head and flew away sideways.

The Centipede Elder, who was completely unaware that Saitama had left, also hit the ground with his greatest force, creating a large hole several meters deep in the ground, and smashing his face and almost his entire head into the mud.

"Hey, you should be an elderly person, right? Don't kowtow to me, it will shorten your life." Saitama ran back to Elder Centipede's head, put his hands to his mouth and shouted loudly.

The centipede elder suddenly pulled his head out of the ground. If it weren't for its enormous size, it would probably be shaking with anger. Saitama seemed completely unaware of the deep hurt his sincere words had caused the old man.

"Are you kidding me?! I've decided. I'm going to swallow you alive and let you experience the despair of being slowly digested!"

Elder Centipede soared into the sky, his thousands-meter-long body slithering through the air like a dragon, tracing a complex trajectory through the perilous vortex. After maximizing his impact force with a long sprint, Elder Centipede lowered his body, like a warthog licking the ground, and rushed towards Saitama with his bloody mouth wide open.

Watching the centipede elder approaching rapidly with its maw gaping, Saitama's expression finally grew serious. This monster, once in motion, possessed a greater impact force than a fully loaded train. If it truly rammed into a city populated by humans, the consequences would be truly catastrophic. Furthermore, this was a mad train, lacking tracks and brakes. If it rammed into City Z, even if it simply rolled over, the city would be doomed.

Dragon-level monsters could destroy cities on their own, and that wasn't just talk. In the era when monsters were powerful, the corpses of cities after cities that couldn't stop their attacks were a bloody lesson.

In that case, then die here!

Compared to Elder Centipede's massive form, Saitama's body was, as the word literally implies, tiny as an ant. But facing Saitama, a human no bigger than one of his teeth, whose fighting spirit soared, Elder Centipede suddenly felt a sense of foreboding. Insects possess a powerful ability to sense danger, especially those of transcendental nature. As the pinnacle of this species, Elder Centipede's perception of danger is so profound it borders on the mystical.

But, it was already impossible to stop the car.

As a hero, Saitama's awareness of protecting civilians made him concentrate his energy to the highest level at this moment. He put his fist behind his waist, swung his arm, and threw a powerful punch, directly inflicting explosive damage that broke through the dimension and sent the Centipede Elder away in one wave.

"Seriously. One punch."

With his cloak fluttering, the Justice fist, nicknamed "Serious", swung directly onto the hardest teeth on the old face of the Centipede Elder. The sound it made was not the dull thud of two hard substances colliding with each other, but more like the popping sound of a balloon being punctured.

The lethality of the fist, which could not be measured by any calculation method, was transmitted from Saitama's red gloves and fiercely poured into the body of the Centipede Elder. Starting from the place where the fist landed, the Centipede Elder's body shattered into pieces like a balloon that was blown up. The body that was ten times stronger than granite evaporated directly on the spot, without even leaving a trace of debris.

Elder Centipede, dead.

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