"Agh, what a pain." Saitama frowned. Running around was exhausting, but he couldn't exactly stand there and watch the school bus get swallowed.
He judged the distance and slightly bent his knees.
Boom!
The concrete rooftop beneath his feet exploded, and his figure vanished.
The next second, a yellow blur appeared like a ghost right in front of the rock worm's massive head. Saitama landed perfectly between the school bus and the worm's gaping mouth.
The worm seemed to freeze for a moment, as if confused why such a tiny creature dared block it. But it didn't have the ability to think—only the instinct to devour. Its huge maw kept coming down over Saitama and the bus, hot, foul wind blasting toward them.
Saitama looked up at the cave-like mouth and the layered rings of teeth. His expression didn't change at all. He didn't choose to strike the hardest part—the rocky armor on its head.
At the instant the jaws were about to clamp shut, Saitama moved.
He stomped hard. The ground immediately spiderwebbed with cracks. His body shot forward like a cannonball—not backward, but straight toward the worm's lower jaw.
At the same time, he reached out with both hands. His ten fingers, like iron clamps, drove into the folds beneath the worm's neck where the rock armor was relatively thinner and weaker.
"Heave-ho!"
With a short shout, his waist, abdomen, and arms erupted with mountain-shaking force. Gripping the worm's rocky shell, his arms tensed (even if you couldn't tell from the outside), and he violently lifted upward—
"ROOO—?!"
The rock worm let out a stunned roar.
Its colossal body—thousands of tons—was actually yanked off balance by this tiny human's bare hands! The sheer force made it top-heavy, its front half lifted into the air, then it rolled uncontrollably to the side.
RUMBLE—!!!
The ground shook like an earthquake. Saitama slammed the worm over his shoulder, flipping it onto its back. It crashed down hard, flattening several empty buildings and kicking up a sky of dust.
And once flipped, the worm exposed the part it had kept closest to the ground—its belly.
The skin there was still tough, but it clearly wasn't covered in thick armor like its back. The color was paler too, with a softer, fleshy sheen.
The worm realized the lethal danger and thrashed wildly, trying to roll itself back over. Countless stubby, jointed legs flailed helplessly in the air.
Saitama wasn't about to let that happen.
He stepped forward and planted a foot on the worm's violently heaving, soft belly, stabilizing himself. His right fist drew back to his waist, eyes locking onto the constantly writhing, relatively vulnerable spot beneath him.
"Should be about time to end this. I'm in a hurry."
His calm words fell—and his fist followed.
Still that simple, direct straight punch, dropping vertically into the worm's belly.
PSSHHK—!!!
This sound was completely different.
Not the dull thud of hitting hard armor, but the heavy rupture of tough flesh being torn open and internal tissue being pulverized.
Saitama's fist drove in without resistance, punching straight through the worm's body.
A massive blood hole several meters wide opened in its belly. Dark red blood burst out like a breached dam, instantly dyeing the ground crimson.
The worm released one final, agonizing shriek. Its enormous body convulsed, went rigid, then collapsed completely, motionless.
(End of Chapter)
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