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"I feel that it's not suitable to travel today, it's so unlucky."

"Is that true? I often meet weird people as soon as I go out."

Saitama scratched his head. For some reason, he felt a little itchy after coming to this world.

Wang Dali: “…”

After returning to the manor, Wang Dali waved to a servant next to him.

"Go, buy some clothes according to his figure."

“Yes, master.”

The Cherita Biochemical Attendant bowed to Wang Dali and turned to face Saitama.

"It's rude."

Two fan-shaped red lights shot out from his eyes, scanning Saitama. A few seconds later, he bowed to Wang Dali again and walked out of the manor.

Watching the other party leave, Wang Dali turned his head to Saitama and suggested.

"It's nothing anyway, let's play games."

"OK!"

Saitama happily agreed.

...

The endless games and comics in the Marvel world quickly captured Saitama, allowing him to live a happy life as a migrant insect.

Every day, I don’t have to work in the room, I just read comics, play games, and eat snacks. Breakfast, lunch and dinner are all high-end dishes that I couldn’t eat, and there would be no strangers to disturb me.

"Ah, this is really a paradise!"

Lie on the bed, flipping through the comics, Saitama sighed and supported his head with his left hand.

But the next moment, he felt something was wrong and immediately opened his eyes wide, as if he had discovered something incomprehensible.

"This, this, this, is this!"

Sweat flowed down Saitama's face, making him panic. His heart began to thump, thump, thump, thump, like a drumming, and could be heard throughout the manor.

"Um"

Wang Dali, who was watching a family comedy with Catherine in the living room, frowned and let go of his hand holding his wife.

"Katie, I'll go up and take a look."

"Um."

Catherine nodded and continued to look at the TV screen with her eyes.

When he walked to the door of Saitama's room, the sound of drumming gradually disappeared. Wang Dali reached out and knocked on the closed door.

"Saita, are you okay?"

"Wang Sang, you are here just in time! Come in and take a look for me!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Dali pushed the door and walked into the room. Seeing his Saitama pointing at the back of his head, he was so excited that he couldn't help himself.

"Do I have hair?"

...

"Oh, it's really a little longer."

Looking at the small tip of Saitama's left back of his head, which was about a few millimeters, Wang Dali's expression on his face was also very surprised.

"It's probably because of the different laws in different universes."

Wang Dali guessed.

"In your universe, breaking the human restrictor can cause hair loss, but it's not necessarily here."

However, now Saitama can't listen to a single word of his words.

At this time, Saitama, wearing a casual outfit, picked up a mirror, looked at the small grass on his head with a smile on his face, and wanted to reach out and touch it.

But he was afraid that the precious hair would fall off after he touched it, so he just lifted his hands there in the end.

"It's hair, it's really hair."

Saitama was like a devil, slanting his eyes and smiling at the mirror. If the weird guy who was beaten to death by him before saw this scene, he would probably get up from the grave in anger - I was killed by such a fool!

"Saitama, don't be too happy too early."

Seeing Saitama's performance, Wang Dali sighed. As a dignified guardian of the universe, it would be quite miserable to become him like this.

"When you go back to your own world, maybe these hairs will fall off again."

After hearing his words, Saitama's eyes suddenly turned red, and his face turned ferocious like Shura.

"I want to touch my hair to death!"

collapse!

Saitama shattered the floor under her feet, and at the same time, the ceiling in the room below was also broken. With this reaction force, he came to Wang Dali instantly and punched him without hesitation.

Feeling this punch that was enough to sink the continental shelf, Wang Dali instantly opened a portal and disappeared into the room with Saitama.

When Catherine came to Saitama's room, it had become ragged, as if it had been ravaged by a tornado.

...

puff!

Wang Dali brought Saitama to space and raised his hand to catch his fist. As a result, Saitama broke free with a trembling right hand.

In the vacuum, Wang Dali couldn't hear Saitama's voice, but he recognized his words with his mouth.

"Continuously serious punches!"

Saitama's muscles bulged, and his fists, which were harder than neutron stars, crossed the universe like a meteor. He punched hundreds of fists in one second, as if he had suddenly had hundreds of arms.

However, under Saitama's fierce attack, Wang Dali's hands always come first, blocking Saitama's fist. However, the sound could not be transmitted in a vacuum state, making the two of them look like a pantomime performance.

Saitama, who hadn't been so happy to punch someone, had a very excited smile on his face and raised his right arm high.

"Fist with all strength!"

Saitama's punch directly exceeded the fourth universe speed, and at the same time it also contained the power that could crush an asteroid.

If this force erupts on Earth, then Earth Lord can say goodbye to everyone.

Looking at Saitama's punch, Wang Dali also punched him.

"The fifth style of Hercules Fist!"

The dazzling golden light condensed on Wang Dali's fist, making him look like he was holding a sun in his hand.

After one blow, the two were evenly matched, retreating hundreds of meters in the universe, looking at each other from a distance between a thousand meters.

The perfect control of their power counteracts the punches against each other, not even hurting their clothes.

At this time, Saitama had recovered from his madness. However, when he fought to this level, he was aroused by the fighting spirit, but he didn't want to stop.

"You are very strong, Wang Sang. It is the strongest I have ever seen except for the cosmic will. In this way, I can finally use my strongest power!"

Saitama's expression became solemn, and he slowly clenched his fists.

As the bones and flesh squeezed, the space near Saitama fluctuated, making him look real and illusory.

The terrible power condensed in his right hand, and if even a white dwarf ball in his palm at this time would be crushed.

"Super full-strength punch!"

The weight of Saitama's fist is comparable to that of a galaxy. Even Thanos will be seriously injured after being hit head-on.

However, Wang Dali showed a smile like Saitama on his face. Saitama is invincible in his world. Wang Dali traveled through several worlds, but has never had any defeat?

"The Seventh Style of Hercules Fist!"

Unlike the previous Hercules Fist, Wang Dali's punch looks plain and simple, returning to nature, and even gives people a feeling of slowness.

However, this is just an illusion caused by the blurred laws of the surrounding universe. This punch seems slow and is actually fast, and it spans thousands of meters in a microsecond, colliding with Saitama's fist.

Bang!

This collision like Mars hitting the Earth torn apart the clothes of Wang Dali and Saitama, tore up the space around them in the vibration, and shone a little dim white light in the universe.

The white light expands at a speed of more than ten kilometers per second, swallowing up the surrounding planets, radiation and even light, and eventually becomes almost the same color as the universe, turning into a black hole with a diameter of hundreds of kilometers.
Chapter completed!