Boom, boom, boom!
The impacts sounded less like fists and more like countless missiles detonating at once.
Visible shockwaves rippled through the air.
The gale generated by the clash swept outward like a storm of blades, sharp enough to take a life on contact.
In a blink, the floor beneath them split apart.
The towering walls around the arena collapsed one after another, and the entirety of Nazarick's Sixth Floor began to tremble under the force of their exchange.
On the observation platform, everyone's expression shifted.
Each spectator was shaken to the core, though the reasons differed; so were stunned by Saitama, while others were srized by Goku.
At that mont, their emotions surpassed anything words could express.
"Ainz-sama!"
"Do not co here. Stay on the lowest floor!" Ainz ordered the Guardians to withdraw.
In this place, at this mont, he could no longer guarantee his own safety, much less that of the Floor Guardians.
With another thunderous boom, Saitama and Goku separated.
Both wore an indescribable smile.
Though their clothes were damaged to varying degrees, the fighting spirit burning within them had grown stronger, rising with a heat that seed capable of shaking the clouds themselves.
"That's it! That's it! That's exactly it!" Saitama clenched both fists, feeling the pounding rhythm surging through his chest.
This was what he had always been searching for.
A battle.
A real battle.
"What a sha. If Vegeta knew there was soone as strong as you, he'd get excited too." The corner of Goku's mouth lifted.
His expression turned fierce, a stark contrast to the calm and easygoing look he wore before.
"Haaah..." Saitama exhaled, anticipation and excitent rising in his eyes. "I'm going to get serious."
His voice trembled as he spoke—not out of fear, but from the raw emotion surging through him.
Goku's expression shifted the instant he heard those words.
Before he could respond, the shadow of a fist appeared right before his eyes.
It descended like a god stepping into the mortal world, a single punch carrying divine authority—a strike so overwhelming it could silence all beneath heaven and force everything to bow before it!
Bang!
The punch landed flush against Goku's abdon.
"Guh!"
Goku spat blood.
His body shot upward like a cannonball, flying straight toward the artificial sky of the Sixth Floor.
That sky was no ordinary illusion.
It was a barrier crafted and reinforced by the original mbers of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, its durability beyond question.
Yet at that mont, Goku's body smashed straight through it.
Crack, crack, crack!
The sky shattered.
The firmant broke apart like a mirror. With that one strike, the entire barrier surrounding the Sixth Floor shattered.
But it did not end there.
Bang, bang, bang!
Goku's body continued upward, piercing straight through the Great Tomb of Nazarick from bottom to top.
The Fifth Floor was breached.
The Fourth Floor was breached.
The Third Floor was breached.
The Second Floor was breached.
The First Floor was breached.
Beneath the bright moonlight outside, a red figure erupted from the earth like a blazing shell fired into the night sky.
With one punch, the Great Tomb of Nazarick had been punched clean through!
Ainz stood speechless.
Back in the center of the ruined arena, Saitama's expression showed a trace of concern at first, but a mont later, that concern transford into excitent.
He could feel it.
That aura.
His opponent had taken the punch.
The battle was not over.
Saitama bent his knees, then leapt upward.
The ground shattered beneath his feet as he followed the hole Goku had torn through Nazarick, shooting toward the outside world.
"We're going!" Piccolo gave a cold shout.
A burst of intense white light erupted around his body, and he flew straight toward the opening.
Krillin and Genos followed right after, while Ainz picked up Rimuru and teleported outside.
The mont they arrived in the outside world, the group froze.
Under the night sky and the cold glow of the moon, a golden figure stood suspended in the air.
His entire body burned with golden ki.
The pressure radiating from him was so overwhelming it seed capable of crushing everything beneath it.
Neither the sky nor the earth could compare to that presence.
That was a true powerhouse.
Son Goku.
"That ki... It's terrifying." Cold sweat beaded on Piccolo's forehead.
Beside him, Krillin's expression was grave.
Genos's eyes trembled.
He had always possessed absolute confidence in his sensei, but today, for the first ti, that confidence wavered.
Ainz and Rimuru could find no words. Everything they thought they understood had been overturned.
On the ground below the golden figure, another person stood with his head raised, gazing up.
Saitama's face held neither fear nor panic, what appeared there was excitent pushed to its absolute limit.
Thump, thump, thump.
His heart pounded like rolling thunder. Every limb, every bone, every inch of his body trembled from the overwhelming surge of emotion.
He had found him.
The opponent he had dread of.
Right there before his eyes.
That golden, godlike figure.
Saitama's scalp tingled, his fingers trembled, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
Every single cell in his body seed to be shouting the sa desire.
Battle.
Battle.
Battle!
"AAAAAAAHHHH!"
Unable to hold back, Saitama let out a roar that was both furious and exhilarated.
It was the first ti he had ever felt this way!
Co on.
He could wait no longer!
"Hmph."
High in the sky, Goku's expression had turned cold, an effect brought about by becoming a Super Saiyan.
Even though his heart was surging with the sa restless excitent, only a small curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He took his stance once again.
Turtle School martial arts.
Through countless battles, he had tempered that martial art to its absolute peak.
Beneath the bright moon, the instant he reached out with one hand, it gave the illusion that he had grasped the moon itself.
Buzz—boom!
The golden ki around his body flared again, boiling like a raging fla.
His figure transford into a streak of golden light, stepping across empty space as he charged toward Saitama.
In less than one ten-thousandth of a second, the two collided once more.
This ti, it was a true contest in which both sides were serious.
Saitama could stop holding back, and Goku was fighting in his peak state.
Let the earth shatter.
Let the sky grow dim.
At this mont, everything in the world seed destined to bow before the two locked in battle.
The earth quaked with a deafening rumble, and countless mountains shattered to pieces.
Tonight, the world would know no sleep.
From sky to earth, from earth to underground, then from underground back into the sky; from plains to rivers, then into molten magma, the two of them fought with their power unleashed, without restraint.
Between heaven and earth, pillars of fire rose and burned as if the world itself had beco their battlefield.
Their figures could not be seen by the naked eye.
Even Piccolo lost track of them.
The only things visible were the collapsing land before them and the thunderous explosions that continued to detonate beside their ears.
Ainz stared at the boundless scene of destruction with complicated emotions.
After tonight, perhaps no one would dare co to this place again.
"Saitama!"
"Goku!"
Their roars rang out at the sa instant.
At that mont, the two of them were exhilarated, inspired, and driven to the height of madness, as though they had beco one and the sa.
In each other's eyes, there was only the other's figure; apart from that, nothing else existed between heaven and earth, not even themselves.
They swung their fists hard enough to crack the sky itself.
A killing blow delivered a thousand tis over.
Even covered in wounds, how could either of them stop?
Surpass the body.
Surpass the mind.
Surpass everything.
All that remained was battle.
Co.
Co.
Co!
Roar, tremble, shudder, and break through every limit while laughing.
Let this final punch be the answer to everything.
The two frenzied figures, one gold and one red, moved at once.
One plunged down from the heavens, while the other erupted upward from the earth.
Bang!
Between heaven and earth, only that thunderous explosion remained.
Everything else faded into nothingness!
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Ah guys if you're wondering why the others call yuto 'Boss', in japanese it ans 'Danna' it was a honorific an to address a shop owner/restaurant owner etc, it could also an husband or the head of a household.
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