Chapter 41
Seeing Saitama close his eyes as if resigning himself to death, Seabuckthorn smirked inwardly, then his expression turned cold. "So this is the end for a Konoha shinobi..."
But before he could strike the final blow, Saitama suddenly crouched and rolled away, narrowly dodging the attack.
"Sharingan?!" Seabuckthorn's eyes widened. He had seen the tomoe in Saitama's eyes before but dismissed it. Now, however, the activation of the Sharingan clearly affected the battle—many of Seabuckthorn's attacks were no longer landing as they should.
"Die!" Seabuckthorn roared, launching a powerful kick toward Saitama.
Boom! The chakra in Saitama's body surged again, lightning crackling across his form. Gritting his teeth through the pain, Saitama rolled aside just in time.
"You die first!" Saitama retaliated with a rising kick as he sprang to his feet, his leg sweeping toward Seabuckthorn.
Crash! The strike landed hard against Seabuckthorn's thigh, both speed and power almost matching his own. Electric arcs hissed in the air—Seabuckthorn flew back, smoke rising from his body as he crashed into a thicket.
Clambering out, Seabuckthorn clutched his injured leg, his expression dark. That leg was scorched black—he'd taken real damage.
"You brat... you'll regret this." He coughed blood, gripping his thigh.
"Still talking?" Saitama's voice dripped with sarcasm as he launched forward again.
The rule was simple—take advantage of an opponent's weakness.