"No——!"
A heart-piercing scream rang out as Ivan's heavy armor reactor went into overload. His arms crossed tightly into full defense.
BOOM——
A suffocating fist wind crashed down.
That titanium alloy, strong enough to withstand missile strikes, crumbled like a cracker!
The outer shell, mechanical frame, inner circuits, reactor—
all shattered in an earth-shaking explosion.
When the fist wind passed, starting from the direction of Saitama's punch, a massive trench stretched endlessly into the horizon.
Even rocks and trees vanished completely, the ground stripped to bare dirt layers.
Distant clouds warped under the force.
A charred figure stood in the trench, armor in ruins. Ivan Vanko had lost consciousness.
With a thud, he collapsed to the ground.
"Ding! Congratulations, esteemed Saitama-sama, target eliminated. Extra reward granted."
The system's voice echoed.
Saitama had held back.
Even if Ivan was a villain, Saitama's heart still showed mercy toward ordinary humans.
But if it were a monster?
Well then—prepare a pot, don't forget the five-spice, cumin, oh—and an ice-cold cola!
"Oh my god… maybe being friends with Saitama wasn't the right choice."
Colonel Rhodey's dark face turned pale as paper, murmuring in shock.
"Maybe I really need to consider upgrading my armor… even one punch couldn't be stopped…"
Stark felt bitter.
Ivan's design was already equal to his, even a bit stronger in defense.
And yet… crushed by one punch.
He had thought he was barely catching up to Saitama.
Now he realized—
he didn't even have the right to eat his dust.
This blow left the genius scientist speechless.
Far off, Fury and Natasha stumbled out of their wrecked car. Their faces were deathly pale.
Damn it!
That fist wind had brushed past their sports car. Their multi-million luxury ride now had only two wheels left!
Seeing the vanished chunk of car and the newly carved street, Fury's bald head prickled.
Natasha's heart clenched.
She realized—
the last time Saitama fought those mercenaries with her, he hadn't even used a tenth of his power.
Otherwise… she'd already be giving her report to God.
That was a power to envy, to fear.
It stood far beyond human imagination!
"Natasha… I think I finally understand why Barton has trauma now…"
Fury swallowed hard.
Forget Barton. Even a veteran like him felt his scalp go numb.
Once, he thought Stark or Thor's hammer was terrifying.
Now he knew—
before this bald man in a cape, all of it meant nothing.
"Natasha, if you can get closer to Saitama, it would really help world peace."
Maintaining peace… by staying close to him?
Natasha nearly rolled her eyes.
"Oh, done."
Saitama slowly lowered his fist, looking bored, even disappointed.
Why… was it always one punch?
"Cough—cough! Saitama's punch… oh my god! Bro! I—I need to develop a weapon of that level for my armor!!"
Stark rushed over, patting Saitama's shoulder, speaking with conviction.
"Easier said than done, Tony… help me up."
Rhodey groaned from the human-shaped crater.
"That tattooed bearded guy's still alive. You handle the rest. Ugh… no one worth fighting anyway."
Saitama yawned, uninterested, wishing it was all over.
This world was just too weak.
So far, not even the tiniest challenge.
Maybe he'd just treat it like a vacation spot.
Enjoy burgers, drink soda, relax—
since battles here lacked all passion.
Rhodey quickly notified the military [Now you can check].
But things developed beyond expectation.
On the internet, countless livestreams and replays of the Hammer Expo spread like wildfire. The chaos of the drone armors shook the entire web.
"Oh my god! What the hell did Hammer do? Even weapons went out of control!"
"Pray for those poor people!"
"Does the military spend our tax dollars buying lingerie instead of defenses?!"
Comments exploded, blaming the military.
Then Stark and Rhodey appeared—sparking huge reactions.
But soon, people noticed something else.
The drones had been pierced by a mysterious blue line—
but no one knew who caused it.
And so, a new hidden hero was born.
Death Blue Line!
Finally—
a blurry video captured Saitama blasting apart Ivan's giant steel Whiplash armor with a single punch.
Even blurred, the footage skyrocketed to the #1 trending topic, overtaking Stark's old videos.
"Hiss—Is that even human?"
"If that punch hit the Pentagon, would the president have to resign?"
"That's Stark Industries' new representative! Way too strong!"
"Invincible!!"
"The Leader of the Four Heroes! One Punch Man!!"
The crisis was over.
Stark Industries' stock soared, spiking by 110% overnight.
And Saitama—
became a household name across America.
Worshiped by children.
Dreamed of by countless young women.
But that's another story.
"Saitama~~~"
Fury approached stiffly, forcing a smile. Natasha followed close behind.
"I'm not interested. Not my job."
Saitama waved his hand before Fury could speak.
"It's not S.H.I.E.L.D. business. Something very challenging appeared in New Mexico."
"Oh?!"
Saitama's eyes lit up. Maybe because Fury's bald head felt like a kindred spirit, his favorability rose.
"No one can lift it. If you can, the whip will be yours!"
Fury tempted him.
Saitama glanced at him.
Sure, he was lazy, liked burgers and ramen…
But did he have no pride?
"Plus an ice-cold cola!"
Fury added quickly.
"Deal!! Must be large size!!"
"No problem, hahahaha~~~"
…
Stark and Rhodey exchanged a look, speechless.
(End of Chapter)
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