Curse Reply: I'm going to fight the Myriad Corpse Immortal, the highest level one!

"Wow! So much beef! It looks so delicious!"

Inside the door, Saitama was overjoyed to have received a small gift from Natsuki while the refrigerator was open.

"Thank you again, Mr. Xia Jie. Please don't hesitate to ask me for anything in the future, and I will do my best to help you..."

Outside the door, Genos, having confirmed the authenticity of his family through vague emotions deep in his memory, was equally overjoyed and thanked Xia Jie profusely.

"It was just something I did."

Xia Jie waved her hand dismissively, walked into Saitama's house, and spoke to Saitama, who was preparing a beef hot pot with the vegetables Genos had washed:

"Hey Saitama, after we finish our hot pot, how about we have a match?"

"Play a match? No interest—"

Xia Jie's figure disappeared.

"So fast!"

Saitama suddenly turned around and looked at Xia Jie, who had circled around to his back at the speed of light by distorting space.

Yes, Xia Jie reached the speed of light, but Saitama still managed to react.

With such a powerful stat, he's undoubtedly Saitama from the One version.

"Are you interested now?"

"Um."

Saitama touched his smooth head and nodded hesitantly.

Considering the generous portions of top-quality Wagyu beef... and a hint of a hidden desire for a more evenly matched battle.

Just like Boros.

The absolute strongest, from which comes the loneliness of being at the top, what brings you the thrill of battle...?

It's me, Xia Jie!

Half an hour later, when the last piece of beef fell into Saitama's stomach, the two pairs of eyes met across the table, like Pokémon trainers making eye contact.

"war?"

"war."

In fact, while eating hot pot, Saitama once again lost his will to fight and wanted to decline the battle.

However, Xia Jie's sincerity moved him once again.

So what kind of sincerity rekindled Saitama's passion for fighting?

Xia Jie said at the time, "I can use my superpowers to make you grow hair and eyebrows that match your body strength. If you beat me, I'll help you."

Saitama: "Really, Master?!"

We have no choice but to win now.

The weirdo has suffered from the bald guy for a long time, and the bald guy has suffered from the bald guy for a long time.

"We need a battlefield where we can act freely. What do you think of the moon?"

Xia Jie stood up and earnestly sought Saitama's opinion from across the table.

The moon has no oxygen. Although Saitama is not aware of his inhuman abilities, there is no doubt that he is fully capable of adapting to the vacuum of the moon.

What about Xia Jie, who uses a mortal body? The mountain man has a brilliant plan.

"That place doesn't seem like a good fit, does it?" Saitama shook his head. "I think the outskirts of Z City would be quite suitable."

The place where he fought Genos was an uninhabited mountain wilderness, so there was no need to worry about the aftershocks of the attack harming others.

Genos, who had already arranged for his family's whereabouts, sat quietly to the side, recording the beginning of the earth-shattering battle with his eyes.

The clash between the two men on the table, with their chopsticks creating a series of afterimages, during their struggle for the last piece of beef was truly awe-inspiring.

Mr. Xia Jie, no, Master Xia Jie, the master's strength is top-tier even among S-class heroes, perhaps only King, the most...

Well, it's the second strongest man who can outshine Xia Jie in terms of raw strength.

In his heart, Saitama is the true strongest on Earth, and he knows that with Saitama's personality, Master Xia Jie's life is absolutely guaranteed.

So he just needs to watch the battle closely; this is a rare opportunity for combat instruction.

"To further prove my strength so you can attack with confidence, let me deliver the first blow."

Xia Jie stopped outside the apartment building. The soft hair armor woven from Boros's long pinkish-purple hair flew out from under her clothes and, under Xia Jie's precise control, gathered into a purple arm with bulging muscles.

"Watch closely, this punch is going to be insane!"

Xia Jie exhaled lightly, and her purple fist, accompanied by black and red lightning, ignored the spatial distance with the help of the Flowing Water Intent and slammed hard into Saitama's chest.

And so, a fiery red, retrograde shooting star appeared in the sky above Z City.

"Wow, that's really exaggerated."

Xia Jie, on the ground, looked at the severed Boros brand hair arm.

And in mid-air:

"Wow, that's really exaggerated."

Saitama touched his chest with a hint of heartache. His yellow and white combat suit, which had been with him for many years and seemed to never break, now had a large hole in the chest area.

A strong wind swept across his smooth head like a knife, and his cloak was torn apart by an invisible hand under the intense wind pressure.

Then the wind pressure behind him suddenly eased, and Z City on the ground shrank into a blurry dot. On the dark curtain adorned with the sun and starlight, a blue planet came into Saitama's view.

Then, the solid feeling behind me collapsed the moment it appeared, and the gray earth rose up in boundless dust. The ground melted into magma due to the violent impact.

And so, the bald man in the yellow bodysuit and white cape crashed through the clouds, broke through the atmosphere, and flew straight toward the surface of the moon, creating an exaggerated crater with his body.

Relying on Black Flash's lightning-infused mechanism, Xia Jie successfully demonstrated to Saitama her unparalleled fighting prowess.

The only strange thing was Saitama's battle suit. Although the material was no different from ordinary clothes, it only had a hole after withstanding his attacks.

Is this reasonable?

Is it that Saitama has a biofield or something that protects his clothes, or is this combat suit something like Hulk's shorts, anti-gravity skirt, or the large white light that protects sensitive areas when a character takes a shower? Is it some kind of special setting that shouldn't exist in the real world, or rather—logic?

As Xia Jie pondered, the Arm of Boros beside her spontaneously repaired the broken end and shot into the sky like a rocket.

Xia Jie followed closely behind, supported by the purple somersault cloud of the hairpin.

Unlike the mechanical Maru and Kokichi from the Cursed World, who were forced to exchange their physical abilities for the range of their spells due to their innate heavenly curses, his control over his hair was quite limited. Even if he used the spells to their fullest potential, he could not cross the vast distance between the earth and the moon.

In other words, he needs to keep up with the arm he is controlling.

So, is there a way for ordinary sorcerers with mortal bodies to fly as fast as rockets without getting injured and still survive normally in the lunar environment?

Yes, brother, yes.

Xia Jie clasped her hands together, forming a hand seal, and was about to use her own body as a barrier to construct a unique domain when the arm that had been flying towards the sky suddenly flew back.

"I think the suburbs are better than the moon. At least take my opinion into consideration."

As the two passed each other, one flying and the other landing, Saitama scratched his head and said...

"..."

Xia Jie did not answer, but looked up at the sky, capturing the image of the moon with superhuman eyesight.

A huge pit, a huge pit that caused half a moon to crack.

"Wow, it jumped straight back from the moon?"

Xia Jie complained.

It wasn't that he didn't want to consider the other party's opinion, but if they really went all out and started fighting, Earth's small size was unlikely to be able to withstand it.

Instead, we should start from the moon and unleash our power into outer space.

But since Saitama chose to jump back, then...

Above Xia Jie's true spirit, a trace of my power was mobilized, strengthening Earth into a super Earth capable of supporting a million magnetic field madmen to fight to their hearts' content.