"Hahaha..."
Stratholme burst into laughter upon hearing this, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.
"..." Not only him, but everyone around the arena shook their heads, clearly no one believed Saitama's boast.
"Mr. Saitama is overestimating himself. Elemental ability users are not so easy to defeat." Even Old Man Tang didn't think highly of Saitama. Although Li Daoyi was extremely mysterious and even incredibly powerful, they didn't know much about Saitama.
“Mr. Saitama can do it.” Tang Ning had a different opinion. She recalled the past few days together and Saitama’s incredibly exaggerated training methods. Although it was just the most basic physical training, Tang Ning felt that no one on Aquamarine could do what Saitama did.
"Oh? Ning'er, you think highly of him?" Old Tang looked at his granddaughter.
“The people around Mr. Li are unlikely to make boastful statements, nor are they likely to be weak,” Tang Ning said slowly.
"Sister Tang Ning is right, Mr. Saitama is really strong." At this moment, Xiao Kui nodded hurriedly.
"Activate the protective shield!" General Chen shouted to the nearly one hundred superhumans surrounding the arena.
These people placed their hands on a prototype device in front of them, and then each of them emitted various kinds of energy light.
"Sizzle..."
A blue energy shield instantly appeared from around the arena, quickly forming a lid-like cover that was placed upside down on the arena. This protective shield was designed to prevent the battle from affecting the area outside the arena. It was activated by a hundred people and could withstand supernatural attacks exceeding S-level, lasting for fifteen minutes.
"Gentlemen, the protective shield has been activated. The game ends when either side concedes or dies within fifteen minutes. If the game does not end within fifteen minutes, the winner will be decided by a vote of everyone present. Any objections?" General Chen shouted.
"Fifteen minutes? No need for that long. If it takes more than five minutes, I'll admit defeat," Stratholme said proudly.
Saitama, on the other hand, remained serious, his solemn expression clearly indicating his opinion.
"when..."
A crisp bell rang, and everyone held their breath, watching the arena, anticipating the exciting scene to come.
Stratholme smiled slightly, then stretched out his hands, and a whirlwind appeared out of thin air, lifting him directly into the sky, finally stopping a dozen meters away from the protective shield.
"Very skilled in controlling the wind," he said, not daring to speak further.
"Is he trying to create distance?" someone wondered.
Just then, Stratholme in mid-air slightly raised his right hand.
"Boom boom..."
The arena suddenly shook, and then countless tiny spikes of earth flew out of the ground, surging towards Saitama like rolling dragons.
"The Earth Dragon's Rolling Aura, an Earth-type ability, will bind you if you touch it," someone explained.
"Whoosh..."
Just as the earth spikes were about to touch Saitama, he vanished in a blur.
"So fast!" Everyone was immediately surprised.
"Hmm?" Stratholme was slightly taken aback and looked to the other side of the arena, where he saw Saitama standing.
“That’s interesting.” Stratholme smiled slightly.
"Then I'll get serious too."
"If the entire arena turns into a swamp, how will you escape?" Stratholme asked grimly.
The arena shook again, and then black mud gushed out from the center, spreading outwards as if it had a life of its own.
"A perfect utilization of water and soil," Old Tang praised. It has to be said, having multiple superpowers is truly impressive.
Saitama remained unfazed as he watched the mudslide rushing towards him.
Just as the mudslide was about to hit him, Saitama disappeared again.
Stratholme, suspended in mid-air, quickly looked around the rest of the arena, but Saitama was nowhere to be seen.
Where are they?
"Look!"
Then people noticed that Saitama had appeared in the air, right behind Stratholme.
“This is bad.” Stratholme’s heart skipped a beat.
But he reacted incredibly quickly, his entire body rapidly transforming into elements and melting into a giant water sphere.
Saitama suddenly raised his arm, making a punching motion.
Stratholme, who was about to fly away, stopped when he saw this. His fist was clenched; the other party was actually trying to punch him.
"Fist, don't you know that elementalized forms cannot be attacked by physical attacks?" Stratholme's voice came from inside the water sphere.
"One punch," Saitama said coldly.
Immediately afterwards, everyone felt a terrifying aura emanating from Saitama, which rendered them all unable to move, as if they were locked in place.
Stratholme felt it even more acutely at this moment. He couldn't move or speak, and could only watch helplessly as the huge red fist shadow attacked him.
"boom..."
A deafening roar came from the sky.
The protective shield was shattered by a white fist gust of wind, and the surrounding A-level ability users were sent flying backward. Then, a powerful shockwave spread outward toward the arena, and the incredibly hard arena instantly turned into dust.
Just as everyone closed their eyes and awaited death, the shockwave disappeared, a strong wind blew over everyone, and the dust filled the air, making it impossible to open one's eyes.
"Whoosh..."
The strong winds lasted for quite some time before gradually dissipating.
People quickly looked up at the sky, where Saitama, dressed in yellow clothes and a white cloak, floated silently like a god, with no sign of Stratholme around him.
“Mr. Stan.” The Europa representative looked at the sky with disbelief.
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, having no idea what had happened or even where Stratholme had gone.
At that moment, Saitama slowly descended from the sky.
“We can announce it now,” Saitama said.
"Mr. Saitama, where is Stratholme?" Donald asked hurriedly.
Saitama looked around and at the sky and said.
"It has already vaporized."
"Vaporization?"
“You can understand it as him having disappeared from this world,” Saitama explained.
"Hiss..." Everyone gasped.
"No, impossible! Mr. Stan is an S-class elemental ability user!" the Europa people exclaimed.
"Whatever, everything's fine here. I'm going back now," Saitama said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Wait, you can't leave," the Europa representative said hurriedly.
“You need to give us an explanation. Mr. Stan cannot have died in vain. Hand him over to us and take him back,” the Europa representative said, looking at Donald and the others.
"Impossible." Old Tang refused without the slightest hesitation.
"Alright, then let's prepare for revenge!"
The Europa members glared at everyone before turning to Saitama.
“You’re strong, but you’ve messed with the wrong person. You’re finished. Let’s go.” After saying this, the Europa representative turned and walked towards the warship, and the others quickly followed.
The scene was completely silent, and everyone had a bad feeling.
Old Tang stared at their retreating figures with a stern face.
Soon the warship slowly took off, and before leaving, it made a provocative circle over the square before accelerating into the air.
"Hey, I'm being threatened." Saitama picked at his ear with his finger.
"Mr. Saitama, don't worry," Old Tang said quickly.
"What a hassle. Actually, I rarely get angry." Saitama blew on his fingers, then bent his knees slightly.
"boom..."
A huge crater instantly appeared in the ground, and Saitama shot into the sky, his yellow figure soaring towards the horizon like a cannonball, his target being the Europa Starship.
"Boom..."
Immediately afterwards, the Europa warship exploded in the sky, like a dazzling wave of fireworks.
"Europa? If you want to be destroyed, then come and try." Saitama's voice came from the sky, and then he flew towards the outer city.
Everyone looked up, mouths agape, at the sky. That was the most powerful starship, shattered like a toy.
At this moment, not only the people in Shanghai, but everyone in the entire China Alliance watching the live broadcast was stunned. If Saitama killing Stratholme was still within the range that everyone could bear, the destruction of this starship was beyond everyone's comprehension.
"The world is about to change," Old Tang murmured, watching Saitama's disappearing figure.
"Immediately activate the state of emergency. From this moment on, Shanghai is entering a state of war to prevent retaliation from the Europa Alliance. No one is allowed to leave Shanghai without permission. In addition, I am calling a meeting. All leaders of forces in the city must assemble at the Tang Family Building within one hour." Old Tang turned to the crowd and said.
"Yes." Everyone's spirits lifted.
"Beep beep beep..."
Just then, Tang's communicator rang.
"It's from Beijing," Old Tang said after looking at the incoming call.
"Hello, this is Tang Tian." Old Tang answered the communicator.
A three-dimensional phantom immediately appeared on the communicator, which was an elderly man who looked to be around eighty or ninety years old.
"Whoosh." Everyone who saw the phantom figure stood up straight, and Chen Tianming, Tang Ning, and others even saluted.
"Commander."
This person is the highest-ranking official of the Huaxia Alliance.
“I saw everything. You did a great job. The alliance will never compromise. I will arrive in Shanghai first thing tomorrow morning.”
"Hmm." Old Tang nodded.
"Old man, I really envy you." The old man suddenly said this, and then hung up the communicator.
"Hehe." Old Tang chuckled, then touched his cheek. He naturally understood what the other person meant by what he had just said; they were envious of him for becoming younger.
At this time, the Li family in the outer city.
Saitama had just flown back to the yard when Li Daoyi was styling Mengmeng's hair. Li Daoyi had always been the one to style the little girl's hair.
"Hey, bald guy, the fireworks were really beautiful!" Mengmeng looked up at Saitama.
"Don't move around." Li Daoyi tapped Mengmeng's little head.
"Hehe." The little guy chuckled and then sat up obediently.
"Boss, it's done. Those guys were a bit arrogant. I had no choice but to take action. In Wutian's words, it's called 'sending them to the afterlife.'" Saitama sat down to the side, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it.
"Hmm, it's alright. This world will be ours sooner or later. Europa? If it doesn't behave, we'll just erase it." Li Daoyi said slowly, stopping his hand movements and admiring his masterpiece with satisfaction.
"Is it pretty?" Mengmeng asked expectantly.
Saitama quickly grabbed the mirror from the table and placed it in front of Mengmeng.
"Hehehe, it looks good." The little guy was overjoyed as he looked at his braids.
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