In an instant, the intimidating clones leaped towards Saitama one by one, their fists covered in golden light amid their red, shining bodies.
Saitama swiftly moved his legs, beginning to punch every clone that approached.
One of the distant clones licked his lips and laughed. "It would take you years this way, Saitama."
Ignoring his words, Saitama instantly teleported towards him, obliterating his existence.
"Wrong one, Saitama," Another clone laughed.
Leaping again, Saitama punched that one to death.
"Enough of your punches," the clone next to him asserted. "I'll show you what punches actually do."
The clones teleported before him, delivering successful punches one by one.
With each punch, Saitama was pushed back. However, he decided not to counterattack but to take the strikes as they were.
"Unable to do anything?" Zamezon grinned. "The moment that old grandma told me of your existence, I rushed to this galaxy to have an interesting fight with you."
He entered a flashback where he was on a humongous spaceship, about half the size of Earth.
An alien with one eye and four disgusting arms grunted. "Hey you, grandma."
The grandma had three eyes, one of which was on her forehead. She was tiny, about two inches, and her skin color was blue. She had a puckered face with wrinkles running down all over.
"Are you listening, you old hag?" The alien slapped her, pushing her onto the ground.
She stared at the alien and stammered. "I'm not a grandma or an old hag— I'm Sevrine."
The alien grabbed her golden hair and pulled it vigorously. "An old hag is a hag, the name doesn't matter!"
Suddenly, Zamezon entered and inquired. "What's going on, Hemen?"
The alien swiftly turned around and replied. "Oh! Boss, this old hag isn't opening her mouth."
Zamezon teleported to her, held her chin up, and intimidated her. "I have left you alive for only one task, greatest seer."
The grandma averted her gaze. "..."
Enraged, he quickly grabbed her face and growled. "If you wish to ignore me, I cannot guarantee your grandson's safety."
She began to shake and replied almost instantly. "Don't do anything to my grandson! I'll do it! I did promise to answer any of your queries using my crystal ball!"
She spawned her crystal ball and murmured some words. "On a planet called Earth in a faraway universe, there is a being, perhaps stronger than you are, who can meet your needs and provide you with fun..."
The flashback ended as he continued to rain down countless punches. Sighing, he nodded. "And, guess what? All of it was true."
Zamezon retreated, and other clones took his place. "I went through all those stupid galaxies to reach yours."
He snapped his fingers to summon more clones. "Who could've thought that such a lowly species would have the greatest warrior of all time."
He roared, releasing more energy while providing a power-up to the clones. "But I cannot ignore the fact that once upon a time, even I was born in a lowly species."
He reverted to a flashback, appearing not as a towering giant, but as a human-sized figure from his past.
A large, muscular man stood before Zamezon. He was double his size and had a giant golden mustache. "I sense faulty waves from this product, boss."
A high-pitched voice answered. "It's okay, we can always get a new one."
The man gave an evil, wide grin and clenched his fists. "It looks like the boss wants me to have some fun with you!"
BSHOOM!
Coming back to reality, Zamezon sighed and summoned his artillery. "That strange fruit changed my life forever."
His mind automatically synchronized and played back the scene.
The same muscular man shouted. "Boss, we just have to feed him this fruit, right?"
The high-pitched voice yelled back. "Yes, and if the boy dies, you know what to do."
Holding the fruit tightly in one hand, the muscular man used his other hand to grab Zamezon's face to open his mouth by force. "Come on, eat my boy."
Zamezon was weak, shaking, and looked pale, but he still tried to resist, stammering. "N-no, n-no..."
Back in the present, Saitama disappeared from the center of the attack. The clones quickly glanced around to start searching for Saitama. Before they could leap around, Saitama lunged at the real Zamezon and whispered. "It seems like everyone grows bored with overwhelming strength."
BOOM!
SPLASH!
Zamezon exploded into countless fragments, his clones disintegrating in an instant, and his formidable artillery reduced to vapor.
With his hand covered in red blood, Saitama stated. "If you ever want to have fun, becoming super strong won't help."
Within a blink of an eye, Zamezon regenerated and replied. "You must be correct. But, the fight I'm having right now—simply marvelous!"
Immediately, he struck his hands together and teleported all around at the speed of light. Saitama followed him while preparing his punch. After a few minutes of Tom and Jerry's chase, Zamezon abruptly stopped. He fixed his gaze on Saitama and snored. "Let's see who can land the most punches!"
CLASH!
BLAM!
Both of them punched each other at a speed untrackable by mere eyes. Every time their fists clashed, enormous shockwaves and giant clouds of smoke emerged, while the ones previously created got destroyed.
Their leaps were so powerful that they created their own force fields. When these shockwaves came across any asteroids or meteoroids, they instantly turned to dust and further evaporated once caught in the center of their devastating punches.
For several minutes, they clashed until they both got bored and retreated.
"We won't have an end to the fight like this," Zamzeon huffed. "How much more power should I unleash to make you serious?"
Saitama squinted his eyes with surprise and stood agape. "I am already in my serious mode."
In response, Zamezon laughed. "Like hell you are!"
Saitama started to pick his nose and asked. "What do you mean, Zombiezan?"
Zamezon sighed and pointed his finger with a growl. "First of all, I am not Zombiezan but Zamezan."
He viciously turned around, folding his arms. "Secondly, you aren't using those serious punches frequently, which clearly states that you think I'm not worthy enough."
Saitama averted his gaze while scratching his forehead. "..."
Zamezon turned back towards him and waved his hand. "Your actions are as clear as glass."
Saitama turned to his left, lowered his gaze, and stated in a heated voice. "If you want to die early, then be it."
Before Zamezon could process anything, Saitama lunged at him and stared into his soul.
"Killer Series: Consecutive Serious Punches."
TO BE CONTINUED...