Fujimaru Ritsuka, but the main god space

Chapter 265 A serious punch

I want to teach the strong what it feels like to be defeated.

If you think you are extremely smart, then overwhelm others with your wisdom.

If you think you have unparalleled arm strength, then use brute force to suppress others.

It was not a competitive spirit, but a compassion, a mercy, a -

Love.

God loves the world.

Ritsuka is not a god, but he loves all living beings.

There is no unnecessary reason.

Simply because I want to share something called happiness with others, which is the most simple and sincere "goodness".

therefore--

"I'm here to 'save' you, Saitama."

Young man, take a step forward.

The battle after that.
It was recorded by the world.

"Let's use this circle as the arena."

Ritsuka waved his hand casually, and the sharp blade of his knife cut through the battlefield, creating a circle with a radius of less than three meters around him and Saitama.

"The rules are simple. Fight each other, and the one who steps out of the circle loses."

"Until then—"

Ritsuka smiled.

"Fight each other until both are satisfied."

Saitama replied calmly, "Oh."

it has started.

Ritsuka, Saitama.

Two people, face to face.

The distance between the two sides was less than one meter.

Both sides were at a distance where they could punch the enemy.

Then--

It’s getting difficult!!

The forearms were stretched to the limit, the muscles were like ropes wrapped around the bones, the blood vessels were bulging like a picture carefully drawn by ancient craftsmen. Along with the traction of the muscles, even the cortex was pulled, and the protruding parts of the bones, the thick calluses grown due to beatings were tougher and harder than any steel or stone.

boom! ! !
With streams of light streaming from his eyes, Ritsuka swung his fist from right to left, and his forearm turned into an invisible black shadow, like a sickle for cutting rice, and the tip of the blade was directed towards Saitama.

Saitama didn't dodge and let the punch hit him.

The head jerked to one side, trailing an afterimage, and the neck made a creaking sound of relaxation.

According to legend, the body of Hercules, the body of Hercules, can hold up the heaven and earth.

Although she didn't know why, even though the one who was in tune with Hercules was still Ritsuka, she still felt that Hercules was "holding back" from her.

Ritsuka, still unable to fully tap into the power that Hercules had when he was alive?

What is the reason?
Let’s not discuss this for now.

anyway.

All we have to do is fight.

boom!
After one punch, another punch came from the opposite direction.

His eyes burned with scorching fire, and Ritsuka's pectoralis major muscles, deltoids, biceps, and all the stress of his entire upper body flowed to his fist! ————He embedded his fist into Saitama's unexpectedly soft face!

The egg head suddenly changed shape, then disappeared from where it was, and flew to the side with a loud bang.

The neck was stretched to the point where it seemed as if it would break - but it didn't.

Hiss--

Looking up, waiting for the white smoke on both sides of his cheeks to dissipate, Saitama also moved the corners of his mouth slightly.

then.

Slowly, return your head to its original position.

"Is it okay? Really, is it okay?"

Saitama looked calm, as if nothing had happened.

Even though he was hit hard, he still calmly asked for other people's opinions.

Well, that punch didn't seem to satisfy Saitama.

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"of course."

Ritsuka smiled.

However, the next second after he smiled——

boom! ! !
The punch that swept across the skyline hit Li Xiang's nose directly from the front.

His eyes and eyelids separated instantly, and the whole person leaned backwards. The bones of his nose, neck, spine, and coccyx all made breaking sounds in an instant.

The body bent backwards like an arch bridge, and the upper body was swung into an invisible afterimage. The moment the fist separated from Ritsuka's face, blood splattered out in one breath, along with a belated storm of frenzy, which swept all the blood away.

Then, the aftermath spread backwards.

The ground that was said to be able to withstand nuclear weapons was dug and crushed again, turning the stone chips into dust, and the protective shield was shaking like a fascia gun that had turned on high-frequency vibration.

One punch, divide mountains and seas.

This is Saitama.

This is One Punch Man.

seconds.

Even Ritsuka had to fall down after being hit with all his strength by Saitama.

but.
The body leaned backwards, with the broken spine connected to the flesh and blood in a barely removable way.

But Ritsuka didn't lean back.

At the moment when that trend occurs——

Snapped! ! !
Heels, slam back.

Embedded in the ground, the paused body let the blood that had accumulated on its face pour out in one breath, splashing onto the ground, turning it into an ugly scarlet red.

But he didn't fall.

【Number of adaptations: two】

Instead,
The muscles on the waist and spine began to wriggle and climb like a swarm of insects, and began to transform into a fierce tide with an unimaginable density, continuously providing strength - let Ritsuka exert force suddenly!
Like a delayed tumbler, Ritsuka suddenly returned to his original position.

The tense painting hit Saitama's eyes, and the boy who should have been unrecognizable had recovered at some point, and then -

He punched himself from the same position.

It was clearly a punch but it was like a warship firing a cannon, the spiral of destruction wrapped around Saitama, and the fist also embedded into Saitama's face!
The next moment, a crackling sound spread throughout the sky.

That's lightning.

The pitch-black sparks poured into the Master's body with the force of lightning and thunder!

A single point burst of cursed power.

Stress finds weaknesses.

【Black Flash】!!!
The powerful combination of Chaldea Explosive Fist and Black Flash, this punch will rule the world forever!

Snap!!! —Crack.

The body also leaned back, and Saitama formed an arched bridge posture like Ritsuka half a minute ago. His red combat shoes dragged on the ground for about two centimeters before stopping.

hiss------

Another burning fist mark appeared on Saitama's face.

"pain."

Or...itchy?
I don't know, but it feels similar.
Haven't met him for a long time.

Saitama's mouth was pulled towards something uncontrollably, and then returned to calm the next moment.

But the corners of the mouth can be obedient, but the hands cannot.

Arms raised.

Likewise, tense your forearms.

Breathe in.

Pull your arms back.

boom! ! ! ! ! !

It was far more powerful than the previous right hook, and the light it emitted even covered Ritsuka's face.

The spine made a cracking sound again, but this time the pause was even shorter, because - Ritsuka had already sunk down with that force, gathering strength, and then raised his body in a way that crushed his knees. His arms merged into the atmosphere, and he forcibly tore the space apart with a sharp wail, like a mad dragon swallowing the sky, and threw a heavy hook from the bottom up!

middle!

The soles of the feet are slightly lifted.

Saitama was in a trance for half a second.

Then I realized—

【Ah, I couldn’t kill him with one punch again. 】

Yeah, I just adapted to it!
That.
【How about a little harder? 】

I don’t know, but the moment this thought came to his mind, Saitama’s emotions were filled with a thick sugary feeling.

Making him dizzy.

Then, the battle turned into something purer, more primitive, and more violent.

A kind of venting that belongs only to men, no, it is a kind of venting that belongs to everyone regardless of gender or race.

Punch hard, vent your anger.

Yes
——Hands are the best props in this world.

Stickers, rakes, tape, iron, spatula
Humans have created so many props with their own hands.

Isn't this proof that hands themselves are the best props?

Even without any other materials, the fist can be transformed into a hammer, a blade, a shield, or even a Thompson machine gun, a nuclear missile silo, or even a star destroyer!!
So, what to do?
The answer is simple, right?

Start from the little finger, bend from the fingertip to the base, then from the ring finger to the middle finger, repeat, and clench them in order.

Finally, fold your thumb toward your palm.

Close all your fingers.

The thumb acts as a lock to retain the force.

Yes, that's right.

That's the simplest one - fist.

There is no need to 'become' anything else. At this moment, the fist is power, and power - is everything.

leftover.

Let the body answer.

next moment--

Fight!

He crushed the ground with his feet and rushed forward. No, at such a close distance, all he could do was lean forward.

Saitama and Ritsuka punched each other at the same time with lightning momentum, which was the first time in this ring match that they attacked at the same time.

The strong wind blew away the sweat on Saitama's body, and the blood beads on Ritsuka's body, and the scarlet afterimage collided with the yellow phantom!
Lean forward and pour all your weight into it, turn your body sideways, place your right fist in front of your chest, keep charging forward, and then -

Fight each other!

Saitama's fist and Ritsuka's fist suddenly dropped to a speed observable by the naked eye the moment they touched each other's faces.

Deform and lean back at the same time.

The deafening explosions attacked the audience's eardrums, and the two people in the fight were able to begin to digest the post-rock, without leaving or falling down.

The remaining smoke remained on the faces of the two men. They tilted their heads, leaned over, and steady themselves.

Then--

Come again!

No need to say more, all the collision of hearts is poured into the fist.

They stomped the ground with their fingers, twisted their ankles to gain leverage, and the two men's arms turned into a storm and started to bite each other!
Ferry, uppercut!
It was a fucking earth-shattering fight!!!

Blood gushed out of the depressions on Ritsuka's face, while the curve of Saitama's mouth became even more upward.

【Number of adaptations: three】

Sulfone sulfone!!
Then the next moment, there was another collision!!!
I don’t know what to say anymore.

I don’t know what to feel anymore.

This is a battle that goes beyond common sense.

The audience all swallowed their saliva.

Don't give in even a single step, and use your own strength to collide with the enemy's strength.

Li Xiang's behavior went beyond the carnival that the audience expected. His mentality gradually calmed down from joy, and then transformed into something purer——

Yes, if I have to describe it
Pious.

It is a kind of piety close to religion!
Use the shoulder as the axis to rotate the arm to accumulate power.

A hook punch with the foot slamming down to the ground and then bursting upward.

The only thing on both of their minds was "swinging the fastest punch", and the rest was left to their bodies.

The name of Hercules and the glory of the Twelve Trials.

Saitama's unreasonable brute strength is unmatched among all human races.

The two sides are colliding!

The initial blow would empty the health bar, and it gradually turned into three punches, seven punches, and ten punches, and then it became one punch because Saitama exerted more force.

【Number of adaptations: Four】

【Fives】

【six】

The battles continue, the deaths continue, the heroes continue to surpass, and the bald devil who surpasses the heroes.

After an unknown amount of time, the number of times the Noble Phantasm appeared reached————

【eleven】

Finally, deadline.

Yes, this is Chekov's gun.

When a person possesses the ability to undergo twelve trials, he will be forced to undergo the final trial no matter what.

This is where the story diverges.

In this final test, did Hercules adapt, or not?

Eleven deaths, same punch.