My avatar is the heroine

"Isn't this a disgrace to the Dragon level?" Hughie muttered, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

I thought the other side would be able to mount an effective counterattack, but they were killed with a single shot.

At the scene, Shui Long, who had just been brutally beaten, blinked hard to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

This girl actually killed an enemy she didn't even know how to deal with with a single blow.

A Dragon-level monster—in the past, Suiryu would have definitely looked down on it.

He always felt that he was exceptionally talented and that no one could defeat him.

But now, facing this reality, looking at the unharmed Shubi, and then at his own disheveled state.

"Leave here, I want to leave here."

I don't want to see this anymore; there's no point in comparing myself to someone like that.

He stood up, turned around, wiped the blood from his mouth, and walked off the field.

Hughie glanced back at him, too lazy to say anything.

Originally, Suiryu should have been beaten even worse in this battle, watching as one person after another joined the Monster Association, leaving him alone to fight.

Then, thanks to Snake, Lightning Max, and Saitama's rescue, he saw a glimmer of hope from the heroes.

Although the world doesn't demand that you personally stand up and fight evil, having someone stand before you and risk their life to protect you allows you to see the light in life. It was this warmth that guided him, who had always looked down on heroes, onto the path of becoming one.

Bakuzan, standing around the venue, remained silent. He had always been confident in his strength. However, there was always someone stronger. Having witnessed Shubi consume a bunch of monster cells without any problems, he was even more eager to gain power, though he subtly abandoned the idea of ​​becoming stronger by becoming a monster.

But the seed had already been planted in his heart, and he began to take an interest in the Monster Association.

……

In the remaining time, filled with hatred, the three strange birds were easily dealt with by the contestants on site.

Shubi suddenly remembered Genos, looked up, and found that the guy was indeed not there.

"What if he runs out and gets beaten up by some monster?"

Even occasional victories cannot change the fact that Genos will ultimately fail.

"Alright, the attacking monsters have been dealt with, so let's continue the match..."

The host was only halfway through his sentence when an audience member interrupted him, saying:

"Don't stop, or we'll have wasted our money on tickets."

"Yeah, with an S-class hero, what are we afraid of? We want to watch the game."

……

"Alright, let's continue. In the previous match... I guess Water Dragon lost? Where is he?"

The host quickly searched and found that Shui Long had been standing at the entrance of the venue at some point and then disappeared from sight.

"Water Dragon, come back to the match quickly, you guys didn't finish before."

It seems too late.

"It seems that Su Lin can only win this semi-final. Everyone, let's take a break and start the next match later."

The final is approaching.

Reaching the finals was far too easy for Su Lin and Saitama.

For Su Lin, the subsequent matches were simply a matter of using his true form to unleash a Heavenly Strike.

After all, it would be impossible to defeat such an opponent by relying solely on Hugh.

Abigail's Noble Phantasm is at risk of being lost, and regardless of its effectiveness, it's unsuitable for use in this situation. As for X, she suspects that at least a fourth-stage Spirit Origin would be necessary. If Saitama's rules in the world represent invincibility, then the only thing he can rely on is the God Strike from the No Game No Life world.

Not long after, Hugh, who was sitting in the lounge drinking tea, heard the news that the competition had advanced to the finals.

"I'm leaving." Saitama, who had been sitting opposite me in a daze, stood up. "I still don't really want to fight you."

"Huh? Do you feel like you're bullying me? It's okay, it's okay. If I lose, the prize money is yours. If I win, I can give you the prize money too."

"You're making me feel really bad." Saitama was momentarily speechless. "No matter who wins, you have to treat the other person to a nice meal after the match, okay?"

"it is good."

Saitama was convinced he had won, but he just didn't say it out loud.

……

"Alright, despite the monster attack, the competition has safely progressed to the finals. Thank you to Hero Sulin and all the brave contestants who stepped forward. The next match will be against... Chalanzi. My god, he's the one who made it to the finals! Even Bakuzan was knocked down with one punch. Just how strong are you?"

Saitama calmly looked up at the crowd of onlookers, his expression as always... silly.

"Alright, three seconds left, 3, 2, 1... The game begins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Lin summoned a beacon beside him and began to move using coordinates, ascending at a speed of about 2 kilometers per second, three times per second.

"What happened? Su Lin suddenly disappeared. What happened?"

The audience was in an uproar.

"This, in the sky, he's in the sky." The host reacted very quickly. Seeing Saitama look up, he immediately looked up as well, and saw a fleeting glimpse of the target.

But the next moment, as his figure disappeared again, his location could no longer be detected.

"Why did it suddenly fly away?" Saitama looked up, puzzled but impressed.

Then he pushed off with both feet, and his body instantly flew up like a cannonball, catching up with Su Lin, who had already risen more than ten kilometers.

At this point, we were already 10,000 meters above the ground. Looking down, we could see an arc-shaped sphere, and the distant sky seemed to be shrouded in a blue halo, which, upon closer inspection, appeared to be enveloped by a protective shield.

"For safety's sake, I'm prepared to leave the ground and fight you from a distance."

After saying this, Su Lin continued to teleport upwards.

Saitama seemed to be deep in thought.

"No way, does your battle cause a lot of destruction?"

"Yes, I only have one move that can deal with you. It's a little... powerful."

Chapter 431 New Acquisition Method

After Su Lin finished speaking, he entered a state of readiness to unleash his divine attack.

Divine Strike is a wide-area ultimate move.

In the game No Game No Life, the God of War once used the Winged Race to unleash this power. He had each Winged Race member work together to form enormous white wings, and the light instantly generated from those wings was enough to destroy everything, easily suppressing even the power of a marrow explosion.

The laws contained within God's Strike are extremely pure; they simply transcend everything and are stronger than any other existence. This is also the reason why it can easily crush any enemy.

As Su Lin's main body floated in mid-air and slowly opened his arms, Saitama, who was also in free fall, immediately felt a powerful aura.

Unlike before, he had long since lost any direct sense of the enemy's strength, but now, for the first time, he felt a sense of oppression.

"Wow, this is amazing! Is this the feeling I've been longing for?"

Saitama has always been confused about his own strength, and he can't even feel any passion in battle.

The underground beings he once dreamed of gave him hope, but when they actually appeared in reality, their stark power left him speechless.

It can be said that Su Lin is the most threatening opponent to him so far, without exception.

Even in another world, those who call themselves demon gods, despite possessing the ability to control everything, have no effect on Saitama.

"If I had to say, it would be that you, Su Lin, restrained me in a certain way." Seeing Kihara Tsurugi and his original self working together perfectly like a married couple, Saitama's usually expressionless face finally showed a hint of emotion.

This ability is, in a sense, truly enviable.

Especially for someone like him who's a perfect single guy.

With this, I can comfort myself and not worry about not finding a girlfriend.

"Saitama-kun, I only have one move left. If you take it, it means I've lost. If you don't, I'll stop at the crucial moment."

Whether they can actually take him in or not is unknown, but as long as Saitama is removed from the worldview at a crucial moment, his safety can be guaranteed.

"I will handle this seriously."

Saitama's expression changed; he became unusually serious.

"Let's take action."

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Lin on the other side was overwhelmed with an indescribable feeling.

More than ten kilometers away on the ground, everyone instantly felt unbearable pressure.

Unbeknownst to them, the entire city was in a state of extreme oppression. Although the divine strike was not directed at the ground, the deep-seated sense of oppression still made everyone feel severely uncomfortable.

Moreover, the stronger one is, the more one understands the danger involved. That feeling of surpassing everything and being irresistible even caused Saitama himself to temporarily lose his composure.

"Su Lin, I have experienced your strength. It's been a long time since I felt this way."

He found it—the kind of power the underground people in his dreams possessed. Perhaps Su Lin could surprise him.

A few seconds later...

"Divine Strike!"

A huge wing of light unfolded behind Su Lin.

Wings that can actually be seen.

Its diameter is unknown, spanning countless kilometers, resembling a collection of winged "angels." These "angels" are exceptionally beautiful, seemingly stepping out of mythology, exuding an aura of world-destroying power.

The moment the words fell, a light far more intense than a nuclear bomb instantly illuminated the sky above Saitama.

The direction of attack is upwards at an angle.

The clouds over a large portion of the Earth were instantly dispersed by this light, particles trembled and shattered... Even the moon, more than 30 kilometers away, was instantly covered by the dazzling light.

Saitama involuntarily narrowed his eyes.

Indeed, although it was not as terrifying as a demon god, it always made it difficult for him to deal with.

"I'm making my move, the finishing blow... Serious Punch!"

He unleashed a deadly move right from the start; it was a sign of respect for an enemy he respected. Saitama seriously doubted whether ordinary punches would even be effective in this situation.

Although the area covered by this divine strike was not large, it still had the momentum to annihilate everything.

He even suspected that it could break through the Earth's crust and cause the extinction of human civilization.

"Wait, God Strike?"

Suddenly, at this crucial moment, Saitama discovered a blind spot.

Tiger-level, Ghost-level, Dragon-level... God-level?

A god-level attack?

It's too late to think about this now.

The fist wind had already been unleashed, and the collision of light over a wide area was like a super-massive nuclear explosion. Then, the shockwave, centered on the point of impact, swept outwards in all directions, forming a sphere with astonishing repulsive force that crashed into the ground.

The neighborhood directly below was destroyed first.

It's like a Shinra Tensei that's been amplified countless times; its speed and impact are completely incomparable.

Su Lin hadn't intended to harm innocent people, but the scale of the battle still exceeded expectations. Many unsuspecting civilians were suddenly seriously injured or hurriedly took refuge in basements. In Su Lin's view, rows of buildings teetered on the brink of collapse. If most of the shockwave hadn't been diverted to space, the city would likely have been destroyed.

"We underestimated it; we thought that pointing it at the sky would be fine."

This destructive power seems even stronger than the one I encountered in the No Game No Life world.

……

The scene at the competition was a complete mess.

The audience even forgot to scream, and one by one they covered their heads, trying to protect themselves.

"what happened?"

The host lay sprawled on the ground, trying to lift his head, but the blindingly bright light made it impossible for him to do so.

Nothing can be seen.

"Could all of this have been caused by the fight between those two players? Why was there such destructive power?"

His guess still carried throughout the venue via loudspeaker.

"He's too powerful. If there's someone this strong among humans, what chance do monsters have? He'd be the strongest hero, wouldn't he?"