Above the ruins.
"What on earth is this..." Flashy Flash lay in the crater, his eyes filled with disbelief.
The speed he prided himself on seemed like a joke in front of that man.
He hadn't even seen when KING had struck, or rather, had KING even struck at all?
Not far away, Garou's entire body was tensed to the limit.
He stared fixedly at the man standing before him—KING.
This man before him, despite having not a shred of killing intent on him, was more suffocating than any killing intent could ever be.
However, in another corner of the battlefield, the tone was completely different.
"Heave-ho."
With a light grunt, a massive concrete slab weighing hundreds of tons was easily flipped away by a hand wearing a red glove.
With a loud thud, the stone slab landed in the distance, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Saitama stood at the edge of the pit he had just cleared, brushed the dust off his hands, and revealed a slight smile.
At his feet, a small black dog the size of an ordinary large dog was sitting obediently on the ground.
Its six eyes darted around shiftily, and its tail wagged frantically.
That was Rover.
Although it was a Dragon-level Monster, after experiencing a punch from both Saitama and KING, it understood one thing:
"Following this bald man and that blonde man, and being a good doggy, is the safest thing in the world."
So when KING asked if it wanted to come along, it voluntarily shrank its size and followed him out.
"Found one. The first one."
Saitama jumped into the pit, grabbed an arm from under the pile of rubble, and yanked a figure out like pulling up a radish.
That was Tanktop Master.
This S-Class Hero was currently in a horrific state.
Every bone in his body was shattered, and he had been flattened like a piece of paper; if not for his extremely faint heartbeat, anyone would have assumed he was just a pile of rotten meat.
"Wow, this is too miserable."
Saitama scratched his head, his tone carrying a hint of sympathy, "He's been flattened into a sticker."
He recalled the scene from a few minutes ago.
At that time, after confirming that Genos was unharmed, he turned his gaze to the chaotic battle between Platinum Sperm, Garou, and Flashy Flash.
Suddenly, his hands felt a bit itchy, and he intended to go up and end the fight with one punch each.
Suddenly, a figure flashed beside him.
It was KING.
The speed was so fast that even Saitama raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Saitama-kun."
At that time, KING did not yet radiate that terrifying aura capable of severing heaven and earth; his eyes were calm and gentle.
"Can you leave the battle over there to me?"
Saitama was stunned for a moment.
Looking at KING's determined gaze and then at the chaotic battlefield in the distance, he finally shrugged:
"Since you want to fight, then I'll let you do it. It just so happens that I'm a bit tired after crawling through that tunnel for so long."
"Many thanks."
KING nodded, then, as if performing a magic trick, stuffed a whole pile of bottles and jars into Saitama's arms.
"There is one more thing I need to ask of you. The other S-Class Heroes are buried under the ruins, and their condition is very bad."
"These potions can save them. I'm counting on you, Saitama-kun."
After saying this, KING disappeared like a gust of wind, and in the next second, he blocked Flashy Flash, taking the fatal blow from Platinum Sperm.
"Geez, I actually really wanted to have a fight too..."
The memory ended, and Saitama sighed, pulling one bottle from the pile of bottles and jars in his arms.
[Super Healing Potion]
"I hope this thing is actually useful, otherwise this guy is really going to become a tanktop specimen."
Saitama pried open Tanktop Master's mouth with one hand and poured the bottle of glowing emerald-green liquid down his throat all at once.
Gulp, gulp.
The next second, Tanktop Master's originally flattened and twisted body actually began to slowly recover!
His complexion also visibly became rosy.
"Ugh..."
Tanktop Master let out a painful groan, and his chest began to heave violently.
"Whoa, that's really amazing."
Saitama looked at the empty bottle in his hand, looking amazed, "Where did this guy KING get this kind of miracle medicine? I'll ask him later if it can cure hair loss..."
Placing Tanktop Master, whose breathing had gradually stabilized, onto a flat stone slab, Saitama did not stop his actions.
"Doggy, sniff around, where are the others?"
Saitama kicked Rover, who was by his feet.
"Woof!"
Rover immediately understood, sniffed the ruins with its nose, then barked twice at another pile of rubble in the distance, and began to frantically dig with its front paws.
"Good doggy, good doggy."
Saitama walked over, looked at the hole Rover had dug, and reached out to lift it.
Boom!
Another large area of ruins was overturned.
This time, what was revealed was the naked, blood-covered Sexy Prisoner.
He was still maintaining that strange transformed state, but his body was also covered in deep scars; he was clearly at his limit.
"Is this guy an S-Class Hero too? Why does he look like a pervert..."
Saitama complained, but his hands didn't stop, and he poured another bottle of potion down his throat.
Sexy Prisoner's heart, nourished by the green light, suddenly jumped, then gradually became strong and powerful.
His tightly closed eyes twitched a few times, and he murmured unconsciously: "Which handsome angel... has saved me..."
Saitama's mouth twitched, and he moved him next to Tanktop Master to let the two of them keep each other company.
Next was Sweet Mask.
This idol, who was usually glamorous, currently had a sunken face, twisted limbs, and was unconscious.
"This face, even if a plastic surgeon came, they would shake their head."
Saitama shook his head and fed him another bottle of potion without hesitation.
As time passed, on the edge of this battlefield, one by one, the S-Class Heroes were neatly lined up in a row by this bald man.
Tanktop Master, Sexy Prisoner...
Even Pig God, who was unconscious nearby, was conveniently fed a bottle of stamina recovery potion by Saitama.
Looking at this row of "corpses" whose breathing was gradually stabilizing, Saitama clapped his hands in satisfaction.
"Done."
He turned his head and pointed at this row of wounded to Rover, who had been wagging its tail and following him around.
"Listen up, doggy."
Saitama crouched down and pointed at the heroes on the ground with a serious expression.
"Your task now is to watch over them. Don't let anyone get close, understand?"
"Woof!"
Rover obediently lay down, rested its chin on its front paws, and scanned the surroundings vigilantly with its six eyes, looking just like a loyal guardian.
"Good boy."
Saitama reached out and patted Rover's somewhat prickly head.
Then, he sat down as well and looked toward the distant battlefield.
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