Yuen Shrine, Dimensional Space.
Saitama watched as Yuen simply twitched a finger.
Instantly, an empty field materialized out of thin air just beyond the living area.
There were no trees, no rocks—just a flat expanse of land, roughly the size of three school playgrounds combined.
Saitama’s mouth hung open in amazement.
“…Yuen-sama really is amazing.” Creating something from nothing with ease—the power of a god was truly beyond imagination.
Albedo glanced at him through the visor of her helmet and scoffed coldly.
“Hmph.
As if a boorish human like you could comprehend the depths of Yuen-sama’s power.” Internally, she was just as astounded by the miracle before her eyes.
This was a feat even the Supreme Being, Ainz Ooal Gown, could not replicate.
Saitama tilted his head, scratching his cheek with a bewildered expression.
“Um, I don’t think I offended you, did I?
Why do you keep targeting me, Miss Attendant?” How can a human be this dense?
Albedo was fuming.
To think he still didn’t grasp the situation.
“I am Yuen-sama’s servant.
Yet you make such a rude request to Yuen-sama and claim you haven’t offended me?
Is your head full of water?” Saitama still didn’t understand why Albedo was angry.
“But I just made a simple request.
Besides, Yuen-sama didn’t get angry, did he?” Even through her fully sealed armor, the rapid rise and fall of Albedo’s chest was visible.
She was clearly furious.
However, she stopped speaking, too lazy to waste any more words on this foolish human.
Albedo decided she would properly “fix” Saitama’s brain during the duel.
Seeing that Albedo had no intention of continuing the conversation, Saitama withdrew his gaze, looking bored.
Yuen briefly surveyed the field he had created.
Confirming there were no obstructions, he slowly descended from mid-air.
“Albedo, Saitama-kun, you may begin.” “As you command/Okay, Yuen-sama.” ….
Center of the Field.
A gentle breeze blew past.
Albedo and Saitama stood facing each other, creating a stark visual contrast.
On one side stood Albedo, fully armored and armed to the teeth.
On the other stood Saitama, unarmed, wearing a simple yellow jumpsuit, idly picking his ear.
Albedo asked, “Are you not going to use a weapon?” Saitama raised his fist.
“This is my weapon.” Beneath her black helmet, Albedo frowned.
Is he underestimating me with such casual movements?
As a high-ranking demon and the former Overseer of the Guardians of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, being looked down upon by a lowly human was a severe blow to her pride.
Therefore, she decided not to let Saitama make the first move, regardless of Yuen-sama’s presence.
Albedo hefted the massive black bardiche glowing with green light—the Divine Class weapon, 3F—and instantly closed the distance to Saitama with incredible speed.
Without a shred of hesitation, she swung it down with full force toward Saitama’s shiny head.
BOOM— A thunderous roar erupted from the point of impact.
Countless shards of rock flew into the air, and a thick cloud of dust billowed out like fog.
“He dodged?” As the dust settled, Albedo stood in the center of a shattered crater.
Seeing no blood beneath her axe, she felt a flicker of surprise.
She hadn’t held back just now.
Could a weak human actually dodge an attack of that speed?
Just as Albedo was puzzling over this, the vanished Saitama appeared beside her without her noticing.
Pointing at the destroyed ground beneath his feet, Saitama’s expression darkened.
“…Hey, were you trying to kill me?
If that hit me, I’d probably be turned into mush, right?” Albedo ignored him.
Hearing Saitama’s voice, she immediately swung her bardiche again, but Saitama dodged the attack with ease.
Albedo didn’t pause.
She slashed at Saitama rapidly and relentlessly.
The invisible shockwaves generated by her swings tore up the terrain, yet she still hadn’t grazed even a corner of Saitama’s clothes.
“Can you only dodge?!” Albedo snapped, annoyed.
When had she ever suffered such indignity?
Watching from a space separated from the battlefield, Yuen sipped his tea calmly.
“Saitama-kun, let me see the results of your training.
With me here, you need not worry about hurting Albedo.” “Alright, since Yuen-sama says so…” The dull, relaxed look in Saitama’s eyes vanished, replaced by a sharp, serious expression.
Saitama, who had been dodging Albedo’s attacks, disappeared.
In the next instant, he appeared directly behind Albedo.
“Serious Punch.” Saitama’s fist connected with Albedo’s armor.
The intense shockwave sent Albedo flying hundreds of meters away.
The attack looked incredibly heavy, but thanks to her Divine Class black armor, Hermes Trismegistus, Albedo actually took zero damage.
Climbing up from the ground, Albedo was dazed.
“Is this guy really human?” Seeing Albedo acting as if nothing had happened—his fist hadn’t even left a dent on her armor—Saitama was also slightly dumbfounded.
So far, this was the first time Saitama had seen anyone survive his “Serious Punch.” let alone take it without injury.
His emotionless heart ignited with the will to fight.
“Of course I’m human.
I didn’t expect you to be this strong, Miss Attendant.
Looks like I need to get a bit more serious.” Immense strength and extreme speed…
Albedo also realized that engaging in close combat with this bald human would only result in her being a punching bag.
She decided to change her approach.
Her body slowly rose, hovering in the air.
The axe in her hand vanished, replaced by a strange object resembling a ceremonial staff, with a black sphere floating in its center.
This was Albedo’s trump card.
—The World Item, Ginnungagap.
It possessed the power to destroy and shatter large areas of space.
Although its effect against individual targets was weaker than its area-of-effect capability, it was still formidable.
Saitama looked up, curious.
Albedo aimed the black sphere at the top of the strange staff toward him.
Indecipherable magical runes began to rotate around the staff, glowing ominously.
Saitama felt an inexplicable panic rising in his heart.
Goosebumps erupted all over his body.
This was his instincts screaming a warning.
The fear he thought he had lost began to creep back in.
He…
would actually die!
“Stop, Albedo.” Yuen’s voice rang out, calm but commanding.
The World Item in Albedo’s hand, halfway through activation, was instantly interrupted.
The runes faded, and the power dissipated.
Saitama breathed a sigh of relief.
“Yuen-sama…” Albedo pursed her lips, her eyes filled with resentment.
She had taken a hit from Saitama and hadn’t gotten her revenge yet.
Yuen naturally understood Albedo’s feelings, but if he hadn’t intervened, Saitama would have died right there.
Yuen stepped out of the observation area.
“Saitama-kun, you have no objections to considering this Albedo’s victory, correct?” Saitama took a deep breath and nodded seriously.
“Yuen-sama, I have no objections.” “Good…
In that case, Saitama-kun, stand there and let Albedo hit you once.
Then we can consider today’s battle concluded.” “Huh?” “Saitama-kun, you struck Albedo once, and when she tried to return the favor, I interrupted her.
Shouldn’t you offer Albedo some compensation?” Hearing Yuen’s words, Albedo’s eyes lit up.
The black bardiche 3F reappeared in her hand as she looked at Saitama’s bald head, eager to test its durability.
Seeing this, the corner of Saitama’s mouth twitched.
“Yuen-sama, I can compensate, but could you please ask Miss Attendant not to use the axe?
I only used my fist.” “Very well.” Yuen nodded in agreement.
Albedo obediently put the axe away.
“Then…
do it.” Saitama closed his eyes, bracing himself.
Albedo clenched her fist.
The gauntlet on her hand creaked with the sound of metal grinding against metal.
As the punch came flying, Saitama instinctively wanted to dodge.
However, he found himself unable to move, forced to take Albedo’s punch head-on.
BANG— Saitama was sent flying straight through the air like a ragdoll.