Chapter 79
Since the assassination technique had failed, brute force was now the only option. He couldn’t believe that a jōnin, trained in the art of killing, would lose to a kid who barely looked out of the Academy.
"Clang!" Their blades clashed, sparks flying as their faces drew close.
"Hmph! Those eyes...?" Kiribuki finally noticed the faint crimson glow of the Sharingan in Saitama’s eyes.
"Thud!" Saitama’s knee slammed into the man’s thigh, blocking the incoming leg with his own.
"Tsss!" Lightning burst across Saitama’s skin—Chidori Nagashi—coursing through him in a crackling surge as he advanced instead of retreating, pressing in with sheer momentum.
"Clang!" "Crack!" "Bang!"
Their battle intensified. Kiribuki’s combat experience was formidable—each strike targeted vital or hard-to-defend spots, forcing Saitama to stay on high alert.
"Hah!" Saitama’s blade shimmered with lightning as it carved a white arc through the air.
"Boom!" He followed up with a spinning kick, closing the gap. Kiribuki had no room to dodge—Saitama flared Chidori Nagashi again to disrupt the counter, forcing the man back.
"Tch!" Mizuna—Kiribuki’s true name—gritted his teeth. This brat was more trouble than expected.
Saitama leapt back, frowning. He slashed his blade in front of himself, trailing arcs of lightning in the air as he gathered chakra.