Compared to the endless black tide of the Frost Giant army, Saitama standing alone on the vast Rainbow Bridge looked like an insignificant ant.
At the very front of the charge was a colossal, armored Frost Dragon, its body covered in thick, icy scales as hard as cold iron, capable of withstanding the strikes of high-grade divine artifacts.
This beast was Laufey's mount—an extremely rare mutated Frost Dragon. Its size, defense, strength, and speed far outclassed any other frost creature. It had even once endured a casual blow from Odin himself.
Other monsters trailing behind it were like infants in comparison, none daring to surpass it, their reverence clear.
Normally, Laufey should have been riding the dragon, leading the charge. But some instinctive unease gnawed at him, and so he chose to hang back, observing instead.
"Punch… from this far away?" Saitama muttered absently.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, then raised his fist, aiming toward Laufey on the Rainbow Bridge.
BOOM—
Another 100% Normal Punch.
The air itself whimpered as if unable to withstand it. The very capital of Asgard trembled. The Rainbow Bridge beneath Saitama's feet cracked apart, crisscrossing with fissures.
A massive fan-shaped shockwave burst outward from his red glove, covering nearly half the Frost Giant army.
The first to suffer the brunt of the punch was Laufey's proudest mount, the Frost Dragon.
Its scales, said to withstand divine weapons, shattered like brittle cookies. It didn't even manage a scream before the punch consumed it—and all the creatures sheltering behind its wings.
The wave devoured everything.
The Frost Giant army, a tidal wave of bodies, was instantly cut down like grass.
Laufey's blood-red pupils shrank to pinpoints. He forgot to breathe.
The front lines of giants and beasts were obliterated, leaving behind only broken limbs and dust scattered across the bridge.
The entire army was forced back nearly a kilometer by the sheer force of the punch.
The aftershock blasted outward, leaving craters gouged deep into Jotunheim's lands.
And then silence.
The battlefield froze.
The Frost Giants who just moments ago roared for blood now stood stiff, hollow-eyed, some collapsed to the ground. Those still alive couldn't even scream.
Even Loki's scepter slipped from his hand. His mind went blank, his body trembling.
Thor fell on his backside, his legs giving out.
The Warriors Three lay pale and limp, barely breathing.
No one dared speak. Even inhaling felt heavy.
What they had just witnessed was beyond imagination.
One punch.
One punch had shattered the army of Jotunheim.
Even Odin's rise to All-Father had not carried such terrifying impact.
Saitama had done it barehanded—no divine weapons, no magic, no tricks. Just a single punch.
A true monster.
A being on Odin's level… or perhaps even greater.
Laufey opened his mouth to speak, but his throat seized. His limbs went cold. Frost Giants were born cold-blooded, yet this chill was different—it crawled down his spine, freezing his soul.
If he had been riding the Frost Dragon just now… he didn't dare imagine.
The army that once clamored for war now trembled, eyes wide with terror.
Even the fiercest warriors shook like leaves, pale-faced, unable to lift their heads.
Just minutes ago, they had been howling for slaughter. Now? They looked ready to collapse in fear.
Saitama's intimidating aura faded, replaced by his usual blank, egg-faced dead-fish stare.
"…Damn. I shouldn't have used such a strong punch. Now there's no fun in fighting monsters…"
He scratched his cheek awkwardly.
"Hey. You don't agree? Was the territory I claimed just now too big? Maybe… I can make it a little smaller."
He said it like an afterthought, embarrassed, as if the problem was his overestimation.
Sweat poured down Laufey's forehead. His mind blanked completely.
"Hey! Say something."
Saitama frowned, impatient.
"Ah?!" Laufey jolted, face stiff. Then, forcing a hideous grin, he stepped forward obsequiously.
"N-no, not too big! It's perfect! That area produces Star-Mineral Ore—excellent for forging weapons! And… monsters, yes, plenty of monsters! Strong ones too! You should definitely keep that area!"
He bent over, trembling, and even pulled out a map of Jotunheim, eagerly pointing out zones for Saitama like some desperate tour guide.
The Frost Giants: "…"
Loki: "…"
Thor: "…"
The Warriors Three: "…"
No one knew what to say.
Was this still the same cruel, arrogant Laufey, once feared as Jotunheim's merciless king?
(End of Chapter)
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