The bald man!
That bald human!
He… he wasn't dead?
Ronan's chest surged with uncontrollable rage—and beneath it, a fear he didn't dare acknowledge. A strike with the Kree Warhammer empowered by the Power Stone should have reduced him to ash. Yet Saitama stood there, his tight suit a little torn, but his body perfectly intact.
"Your ship hasn't been cleaned in ages, huh? So much dust."
Saitama brushed himself off, patting dust from his belt as if nothing had happened.
Ronan: "..."
Drax: "..."
Gamora, Nebula, Rocket: "..."
Now it all made sense. That deafening battle just now—this monster had been fighting Ronan. Yet the bald man looked like he had just taken a stroll.
"Your hammer's glowing," Saitama remarked, his fishy eyes curiously watching the descending weapon.
"Die!!"
Ronan roared, veins bulging, Kree armor blazing with violet light. He poured every drop of the Power Stone's might into his strike. He saw himself as Thanos's equal now—no insect would humiliate him.
The Warhammer crashed down, shaking the ship.
"Move! You'll die! That's the Power Stone!!" Gamora screamed, terror written on her face. She knew the stones—each one alone could destroy stars. The Power Stone was pure annihilation.
"Run!" Nebula turned pale and bolted. Using such force inside the ship would destroy it completely.
But Saitama didn't move. He raised his hand casually, catching the hammer as it fell.
BOOM—
The warship groaned. The alloy floor cracked like glass. Gamora and Nebula nearly coughed blood from the shockwave.
Yet Saitama stood unmoved. One hand pressed against the head of the Warhammer, stopping it cold.
"This…?!"
Ronan's eyes bulged. Gamora, Rocket, and the others froze in disbelief.
"He blocked it?!"
"With his hand?!"
"No way… even Thanos might not withstand that…"
"Impossible!!!" Ronan bellowed, blood vessels throbbing. With the Power Stone, he should've been untouchable. How could some insect from Xandar do this?
He tried to pull the hammer back. Nothing. It felt welded into Saitama's palm.
The Kree armor blazed brighter, his body straining—but the hammer didn't move an inch.
"You want this hammer?" Saitama tilted his head, studying him calmly.
A suffocating fear stabbed into Ronan's chest. Even when facing Thanos, he had never felt this. It was as if a primordial beast had fixed its eyes on him. He could hardly breathe.
"I—I'll retreat! Korath! Call the fleets back, now!!" Ronan shouted, panic cracking his voice.
He kicked Korath awake. The lieutenant scrambled up, his face ghostly pale. If even Ronan wasn't a match, what chance did he have? He scurried to relay the order.
"This was all a misunderstanding! I swear, I'll avoid Xandar from now on—ten light years away if I have to!" Ronan stammered, drenched in sweat.
"Oh? Now you want to leave?" Saitama's tone was flat. He had given him a chance earlier, but Ronan hadn't listened. Now, it was too late.
CRACK—
The hammer slipped free into Saitama's hand.
"You—?!" Ronan lunged, but his rage curdled to terror.
For the glowing hammer—Power Stone embedded—was already swinging down toward his skull.
(End of Chapter)
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