Chapter 80
The last thing Baji-hu saw was the enemy lunging at Saitama—and then detonating in a suicide blast.
"Dead?" Baji-hu muttered uneasily. Saitama had shielded the group with his own body.
Crack!
From the center of the crater, the scorched earth broke open. A hand clawed its way out from a hole beneath the debris.
"Huh?" Baji-hu crawled over and peered in. He wasn’t even worried that the enemy might still be alive—it was just instinct to look.
Clang!
Across the battlefield, despite his disheveled state, Lord Xiahu of the Early Spring clan held the advantage in his duel with the samurai Shimada. Though Xiahu had sustained several cuts, Shimada’s injuries were far more critical—his abdomen torn open and leaking blood.
"Hah... hah..." Shimada panted, his eyes narrowing as he realized Saitama and the enemy ninja had perished together. His own retainer samurai lay slaughtered, fallen to Xiahu’s men.
"You always seem to have the heavens’ favor, General," Shimada spat bitterly. "But this time, victory won’t go to you."
"You need not worry about that," Xiahu replied coldly.
"Saitama!" someone suddenly cried out—it was one of the stewards traveling with them.