At the same time, the black-robed man raised both hands again and began chanting an even longer, even more evil spell toward the crystal that had been corroded by darkness. Clearly, he planned to bind Saitama with these dark tentacles while preparing an even stronger technique.
In an instant, the entire basement was swallowed by surging darkness. Only the altar's sickly green candlelight and the faint glow of the deep-blue crystal struggled within the endless ink-black.
Thick, pitch-black tentacles danced like frenzied giant serpents. With soul-ripping shrieks and a nauseating, bloody wind, they filled the underground chamber in a blink, strangling toward Saitama from every direction. His vision was completely stripped away—leaving only boundless darkness and that deadly howl.
But to Saitama, darkness had never been an obstacle. His perception was like the most precise radar, "seeing" the path and speed of every tentacle—he could even sense the roiling stream of evil energy at their cores.
Facing a dark tide that could shred an army in seconds, Saitama simply shifted his body slightly, feet moving with small, casual steps.
Whoosh! A thick tentacle swept past his nose and smashed into the stone wall behind him, pulverizing hard rock like tofu!
He dipped his head. Another tentacle shot up from the floor, grazing over his scalp.
He retreated half a step. Two tentacles crossing in to twist-kill him collided violently in front of him, bursting with a heavy, wet thud.
Saitama's figure weaved through the cramped space, turning and sliding. His movements looked almost random—yet they were precise to the tiniest fraction. Those countless writhing tentacles couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes.
He was like a sea swallow strolling through a storm, slipping through the gaps of fatal attacks.
"Hmph! Pretty fast at dodging!" The black-robed man on the altar let out an annoyed snort. His chanting abruptly sped up, his withered fingers stabbing again and again in Saitama's direction.
With those motions, the dark tentacles that had missed didn't fade. Instead, as if truly alive, they rapidly split and reshaped. Some tentacle tips cracked open and spewed huge clouds of foul-smelling corrosive black fog, instantly flooding the entire chamber. Others hardened and transformed into dark warriors wielding blades, or shadow hounds with sharp fangs and claws. They released silent roars and pounced again at Saitama from every angle.
The attack became more layered—more lethal.
"Annoying flies." Saitama frowned. He stopped simply dodging. As the dark warriors and shadow hounds rushed him again, he struck back.
No flashy techniques—just the most direct fists.
Bang! One punch, and the head of a massive-axe-wielding warrior made of dark energy exploded. Its entire body scattered into black smoke.
Wham! A side kick, and a lunging shadow hound was snapped in half at the waist, turning into two writhing clumps of darkness.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Saitama's fists and feet became blurred afterimages. Every strike landed precisely on the core of a dark creature. Whether energy warriors or shadow hounds, in the face of his absolute strength they were like paper toys—shattering at a touch. Explosions rang out nonstop as clumps of dark energy burst apart… only to be quickly absorbed by the darkness filling the basement and reassembled.
While clearing these endlessly spawning summons, he kept moving forward without hesitation toward the altar. The corrosive black fog covered him, yet it couldn't harm him at all—couldn't even corrode his bodysuit in the slightest.
(End of Chapter)
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