My Chat Group Can't Be So Pitiful

S-level heroes are petrified one after another, when did they resist attacks so easily?Can't even pierce a photographer's skin?

"With such strength, you are definitely not someone who is in jeopardy. Who are you?" Dragon Juan asked.

At this time, the bullet screen was swiped again, and the water friends made another major discovery.

"It turns out that the strongest is the photographer!"

"Photographer Cowhide, the ice spikes of the tornado can't even hurt the photographer's hair!"

"Let me just say, how can you be mediocre if you dare to follow to film the battle of the King of Monsters?"

"..."

It seems that this wave of himself stole Saitama's limelight again.

But it's not a big problem.

"Mr. Saitama is a great figure who wants to save Z City. You heroes all claim to be S-level, but you are actually just eating dry food. If something happens, you can't solve it."

"Now, Mr. Saitama is going to kill the Monster King. If you can tell us the exact location, we can take you to learn more together!"

This is very arrogant, but I do have arrogance on my side.

Saitama's strength, his own power, and Genos' strength cannot be underestimated. It is only a matter of minutes to kill these S-level heroes.

"Saitama, right? You're pretty good!"

"I want to see if your head is hard or my bat is hard!"

The metal bat couldn't take it anymore, and rushed towards Saitama with the bat in hand.

"Stop the metal bat, you are no match for him!"

Tornado shouted anxiously, she had personally experienced the horror of Saitama, just now Saitama's inadvertent glance made her hair stand on end, she had no doubt that the other party had the ability to kill her instantly.

"Aid Metal Bat!"

Silver Fang said, and the remaining six people acted quickly, turning into six afterimages and rushing into the battle circle.

The good show started, and I refocused the camera in my hand on Saitama.

"Mr. Saitama, I'm ready, you can start fighting!"

"Ok."

Saitama has been actively looking for the camera. If the camera is not right for him, he will not do anything. He wants to defeat these people neatly and cleanly in front of the audience.

Silver Fang was the first to strike, a master martial artist, reaching forward with both hands, thrusting his granite-hard fingers at Saitama.

At the same time, the sexy prisoner hugged Saitama by the waist, and the metal bat immediately followed and smashed it down.

The rest are responsible for remote support.

The formation is good, the distribution of personnel is reasonable, and there is no problem with tactics. The only problem is that their opponent is Saitama, which is destined to be a crushing battle.

The sexy prisoner felt it the most, he hugged Saitama by the waist.

At this moment, Saitama made a slight effort and immediately sent him flying.

"How is it possible? Can he still unleash such power with his feet off the ground without a relay point?" Silver Fang was horrified. Normal people can't even exert [-]% of their strength while hanging in the air, but that's how they are known for their strength. The sexy prisoner was still easily knocked away.

"Is he a monster?"

The metal bat gritted his teeth, there was no turning back, and he had to go all out!

"Dragon Soul!"

"Silver flash!"

"Soul Pulse!"

"Death Coiled!"

"..."

The six of them started their big moves together and attacked Saitama in all directions.

At this moment, Saitama is not in a daze, he has already found the camera, and he can start to play.

Make a fist slightly with one hand, and constantly remind yourself not to use too much force, just defeat the opponent.

"Ordinary punch."

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The ground was pierced through, and the circular hole with a diameter of at least ten meters was bottomless.

Six s-level heroes flew out in an instant. There is no one-on-one enemy for Saitama on this planet. Even if he looks at the universe, he is the top powerhouse.

"puff!"

Several people coughed up blood together, Saitama's strength was too strong, and his fist was blown away without touching them at all.

The tyrannical fist pressure invaded the internal organs, and several S-level heroes were limp on the ground, unable to fight any more.

To say that the one who touched me the most was Soul Killer. He was not a native resident of this world, but a monk. He happened to get a sound attack system and embarked on the road of invincibility.

Break through the barriers of space and join the alliance of traversers in the depths of the universe.