"You damn toad, one of my feet could crush a whole crowd!"
BOOM——
The massive steel foot lifted high, shockingly fast despite its bulk.
It came stomping down with terrifying force!
The ground trembled, the entire expo center shuddered!
But Ivan Vanko's grin froze.
He stared in disbelief at the bald salted fish still standing calmly by his foot.
Just now… he had aimed straight at that damned head!
Why… why did it feel like he was seeing things?
"Sigh, buddy, looks like you can't change Stark family history after all. But your Vanko family might end here."
Stark groaned bitterly, pinned down and unable to move.
"Vanko, you should feel miserable. Running into someone even more of a 'loser egg' than me—Saitama. Let me mourn for you three minutes."
Colonel Rhodey pitied him.
With Saitama on the scene, the two armored fighters could only watch dumbfounded.
That monster-level power—
even a stray hit could kill them.
Their suits gave them no sense of safety at all.
Vanko's lips twitched. For the first time, he realized things might not be so simple.
But how could a mere human be worth fearing?
"Then I'll crush you first, you damn bird!"
Cursing, he kicked his giant steel leg at Saitama.
Breaking the sound barrier, the glowing whip lashed around Saitama's neck.
"Got him!"
The steel hand yanked hard, trying to rip Saitama's head from his body!
This energy whip could even slice through a Mark III suit. Against flesh, it would incinerate instantly!
The explosive force of the pull could scatter his ashes to the wind!
CRACK CRACK——
The unbearable tension shrieked.
Vanko froze.
The sparking whip glowed around Saitama's neck, but when he pulled—
Damn it!
It was like tugging a statue bolted in place!
Even iron would melt. But this… not a budge!
The frustration made him want to vomit blood.
And worse—
the salted fish just looked at him curiously, not even fighting back?!
At that moment, Vanko even doubted if his reactor had failed—
but the burning heat in his chest told him otherwise.
No.
He was really seeing a ghost!
"Impossible! How can a human not move?!"
He roared in panic, pouring all his strength.
Both massive hands gripped the whips, straining like oxen pulling carts—
but still, Saitama stood motionless.
"This glowing rope… tastes kinda nice."
Saitama grabbed the energy whip, smacked his lips.
"Hmm… strawberry flavor?"
With his talent absorption, he could even taste the energy.
Yep. Definitely strawberry. If anything, more like milk strawberry.
"Come here."
He gave a little tug.
Vanko's giant steel body staggered backward.
His claws dug trenches in the floor, the reactor belched smoke—
but nothing stopped the drag.
Like hell!
This human's raw strength outclassed even his reactor's output?!
A screech rang.
The suit cracked under the strain.
Vanko was flung to the ground, chest heaving, soaked in cold sweat.
He stared wide-eyed at the bald man walking toward him.
A chill ran from his scalp down to his heels.
"I don't believe it! I don't believe!!"
Hatred and terror twisted his eyes red.
Decades of revenge.
He had built armor rivaling Stark's.
Victory was within reach!
Yet now—
he felt himself plunging into a bottomless abyss.
"ROAR——!"
Engines thundered, flames spewed.
The armor launched back up, its massive fist clenched,
arm engines screaming in fury.
The sonic-boom punch blasted forth.
Shockwaves tore through the air, metal joints strained to breaking.
Vanko laughed madly.
"Hahahahaha—you're finished!"
Even Stark's Mark III couldn't take that punch head-on.
Flesh and blood? No chance!
"Oh? Not bad strength."
But Saitama's bored, hungry-sounding voice crashed over him like ice water.
Vanko's fiery rage extinguished instantly.
His world collapsed.
That truck-sized fist—
met a single finger.
Yes.
Saitama had just raised one finger.
And blocked it. Effortlessly.
The power was decent.
But still far below even his salted-fish mode.
That was Saitama's judgment.
"No—!"
Vanko howled.
His years of effort crumbled into dust.
Now he understood why Stark and Rhodey had acted so calm.
The gap in power made all his struggle meaningless—
like trash flushed away.
"If this is all you've got… what a pity."
Saitama sighed.
He pulled back his finger.
Then clenched his fist.
The red glove tightened.
Vanko's pupils shrank, his heart pounded wildly.
It was like a monstrous beast had locked onto him.
Even with his monstrous armor,
he felt like a helpless child again—
facing the most terrifying monster.
"Goodbye, monkey."
Saitama smirked.
Normal Punch!
He threw his fist!
(End of Chapter)
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