Chapter 50
"Hoho... boy, who do you think you're fooling?" With a cruel grin, the Sand shinobi known as the Hundred Blade spun his massive sickle, forcing Saitama to leap back. A flicker of satisfaction danced in his eyes.
"Huh?" Saitama's expression tightened. He's seen through me. Indeed, such a feint was child's play in front of a seasoned jōnin.
Crackling arcs of lightning erupted from Saitama's body. Knowing he'd been read, he abandoned subtlety.
"You haven't noticed yet, have you?" The Hundred Blade rested his scythe on his shoulder with a smirk, eyes never leaving Saitama.
Realizing something was off, Saitama frowned. His grip on his blade tightened as his Lightning Chakra Mode surged in intensity.
Wham! A burst of sand erupted as Saitama lunged forward, slashing at his opponent.
But before he could close the gap, he faltered. His chakra stuttered—sluggish, irregular. A sharp tingling sensation shot through his limbs.
"Tch..." Saitama drove his sword into the sand to steady himself, his gaze locked onto the Hundred Blade.
"When did this happen?" he muttered, narrowing his eyes. He focused, slowing the flow of his chakra. The numbing sensation dulled slightly.
"You thought I didn't notice you were trying to wear me down?" the Hundred Blade taunted. "All this time, I've let you circulate your chakra—so my poison could spread faster through your network."
He pointed his sickle at Saitama, confidence radiating from his posture.