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WHAM!A gust of air pressure exploded through the room.
"Heh-heh!" Saitama chuckled, looking pretty pleased with himself.
Ethan pointed past him.
"Huh?" Saitama blinked, following the direction of Ethan's finger—only to see a mosquito lazily circling in the air, completely unharmed.
In the next instant, Saitama snapped his hands together like lightning. Smack!
But the mosquito wasn't dead. It buzzed around a few more times before gracefully landing right on the top of Saitama's shiny bald head.
SMACK!
Saitama slapped himself so hard that a shockwave ripped through the room, flipping over a table. The sheer force made Ethan wince just from watching.
"Bzzzzzz…"
"Ugh! Damn mosquito!" Saitama started flailing around like a man possessed, slapping the air nonstop. Each smack! echoed through the house, but the mosquito refused to die. Instead, it kept teasing him, darting back and forth right in front of his face like it was doing it on purpose.
Then came the real nightmare—an ominous buzzing sound filled the room. Outside the window, the glass turned black. It wasn't nighttime. It was a massive swarm of mosquitoes smashing into the window. One mosquito's weak, sure, but when you've got thousands—no, tens of thousands—it's a different story.
CRASH!
The window shattered, and the black cloud of insects poured into the room like a living shadow.
"Oh crap! Saitama, do something! There's so many of them—this is beyond disgusting! Go, my Digi-evolved Bald Beast, save us!"
"You idiot! What are you yelling about?" Saitama shouted back. "There's no way all these mosquitoes came from one place. Don't tell me every mosquito from the nearby towns decided to show up!"
He looked at the writhing black mass, clearly overwhelmed. One mosquito was already driving him nuts—now there were millions.
The swarm ignored Saitama completely and instead made a beeline straight for Ethan.
"Oh, come on! It's that cursed blood of mine again, isn't it? Saitama, you damn cue-ball, hurry up and get them off me!" Ethan's face twisted in disgust. There were so many mosquitoes that breathing in too hard might suck a dozen straight down his throat.
"Uh, wait, I'll go grab some bug spray," Saitama said, heading off casually like he had all the time in the world.
Ethan's face went black as charcoal.
"Get lost, you nasty little monsters!" he shouted, taking a deep breath before exhaling with terrifying force.
A cyclone blasted out of his mouth. In an instant, everything in the room—mosquitoes, furniture, the TV, and even Saitama—was swept away like debris in a tornado. The gust was so powerful that by the time it calmed, everything within ten kilometers had been blown clear.
Ethan glanced around the now-empty space, relieved. Not a single mosquito left. He wiped at imaginary sweat.
But the peace didn't last. The next moment, another dark swarm appeared on the horizon, buzzing toward him again. Ethan's brow twitched in irritation.
Then he noticed something behind the mosquitoes—someone. Or rather, something. A humanoid figure, but clearly not human. Female, maybe? A monster, definitely.
"Oh? I knew I smelled something delicious here." The mosquito creature's lips curved into a sharp smile. "That sweet scent in the air… it's making me crave a taste. What are you waiting for, my pets? Go! Bring me his blood!"
Her eyes glowed as she licked her lips, gaze locked on Ethan.
"Wait, these mosquitoes are being controlled?" Ethan muttered, frowning as the swarm darted toward him again at her command.
Before they could reach him, a burst of flames roared through the air. The mosquitoes turned to ash in an instant.
"Target located," said a cold, mechanical voice.
On the street outside, a man clad entirely in steel stood staring up at the swarm. He was clearly a cyborg. Flames flickered in his palm.
"So you command the mosquitoes to drain blood, then absorb it all yourself, huh?" His voice was low, clipped. Then his arm ignited—an inferno erupted from his hand, surging skyward toward the mosquito monster.
The fire engulfed her completely. But when the flames finally dispersed, she was still there—unscathed, grinning. She'd dodged with blinding speed, wings slicing through the air.
"You shouldn't have gotten involved," she said coldly. "You could've run, but no—you attacked me. Fine then. If I want my meal, I'll have to kill you first."
She dove straight for him.
Upstairs, Ethan leaned against the shattered window frame, watching the fight unfold outside.
He had to admit—both the cyborg and the mosquito monster were strong. Really strong. Not quite on Saitama's absurd level, of course—Saitama didn't even count as human anymore—but still impressive.
"First time I've seen a female monster," Ethan muttered to himself. "And not just that—she's actually gorgeous. Shame she's, you know, a monster."
He watched as their silhouettes clashed again and again in midair, sparks and fire lighting up the night.
If Ethan had to guess, both fighters were probably around A-class hero level—maybe even S-class, depending on how the Association graded them.
A metallic flash—then a spray of sparks. The cyborg's arm was torn clean off, wires exposed and sparking.
But the mosquito monster wasn't unscathed either. Her legs—or at least, what looked like legs—were damaged, bent at strange angles.
The battle was far from over.
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