At the critical moment, even while trapped at the very center of the restraint, Saitama's eyes were abnormally sharp. He didn't look at the spear of destruction that was about to fall from above—instead, his gaze was locked tightly on the seven priests who were maintaining the spell with everything they had.
"So that's how it is…" he muttered.
With his absolute sense of power, Saitama clearly "saw" the flow of energy within the magic. The chains binding him were fueled by the arrays beneath the seven priests' feet, transmitted and amplified through their black crystal staves. And while they were sustaining such a powerful restraint, trying to guide a large-scale offensive spell at the same time was… pushing them to their limit.
Especially when the lead priest focused on guiding the giant spear, the energy connection between him and the other six produced an incredibly tiny, fleeting ripple—an instant of delay.
That was it.
"Serious Observation… over."
Saitama's eyes locked onto that vanishing crack in their coordination. The moment the lead priest was about to complete the spear's descent—and the other six were fully focused on maintaining the chains and supplying energy—
"Serious Series: Serious Consecutive Punches!"
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
There was no earth-shaking charge-up. Only seven punches so fast they surpassed the limits of vision—seven strikes released as if they happened at the same instant. Seven condensed shockwaves tore through the thick, tar-like darkness!
His targets weren't the priests themselves.
They were the black crystal staves in their hands—the energy hubs of the entire formation!
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Seven crisp shattering sounds rang out almost simultaneously. The seven staves—formed from highly condensed dark energy and tough beyond reason—split apart like fragile glass under Saitama's precision strikes. The dim gemstones embedded at their heads instantly went dark, then burst apart!
"Pff—!"
The backlash from forcibly interrupting the spell slammed into the seven priests like hammers. They all spat mouthfuls of filthy blood mixed with black mist. Their robes were torn to rags by the violent runaway energy, their auras collapsing in an instant—eyes filled with horrified disbelief.
The dark chains binding Saitama lost their source and rapidly dissolved like ice under sunlight. The massive dark spear overhead also lurched violently, its structure destabilizing—
And then it collapsed with a thunderous break!
"Impossible… a mortal's power—how could…!" the lead priest clutched his chest and screeched.
"It's over." Saitama's figure flickered, appearing right in front of them, still wearing that same flat expression. He didn't waste a single word—his fists became afterimages again.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Seven dull impacts.
The seven powerful dark priests were blasted away like kites with snapped strings. Their bodies ruptured in midair, turning into seven clouds of black fog that dispersed almost instantly—unable to even let out a scream.
Obstacle cleared.
Saitama took one step forward and finally stood—without any hindrance—before the massive black crystal!
At that moment, the crystal seemed to sense a lethal threat. The faint glow on its surface no longer flowed smoothly. Instead, it throbbed violently like a heart. A far greater, far purer mass of darkness was rapidly gathering and compressing within it!
Countless dense, dark-red patterns—like blood vessels—spread across the crystal's surface. A destructive aura flooded the entire space, and the swirling vortex dimension began to tremble along with it…
(End of Chapter)
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