Chapter 170: Saitama Loses Interest
Chang Wei watched Saitama flailing his arms and legs.
This guy really had no aura of a true powerhouse at all.
Chang Wei refused to become someone with such a goofy and slapdash art style like Saitama.
"Saitama... evolve. Make yourself capable of adapting to this environment."
His voice was transmitted directly into Saitama's mind via telepathy, and then he immediately cut off the connection to avoid receiving a flood of nonsensical thoughts from Saitama.
After all, Professor X once tried peeking into Deadpool's mind and ended up going insane—Chang Wei figured he should be careful too.
Saitama desperately wanted to say something, but Chang Wei wasn't listening. Instead, he threw a punch at Saitama's chest, sending him flying far into the distance.
Honestly, Chang Wei could keep playing with Saitama indefinitely. After all, ever since arriving in the One Punch Man world, Saitama was the only one he found interesting—well, maybe the so-called God too?
But God was too much of an enigma, and Chang Wei wasn't willing to take risks.
Even though he seemed immortal and indestructible, he still preferred to avoid the unknown.
His style was always based on things he understood. Take Garou, for example—once he confirmed that Garou could copy his Supernova Burst, he immediately stopped playing around. From that point onward, things became unpredictable.
But with Saitama, Chang Wei had a clear grasp of his personality, which was why he dared to play like this.
He was really curious—could Saitama evolve to the point where he could move freely in a vacuum?
Saitama felt doomed, endlessly flying through space with nothing to push off of.
Then, suddenly, an idea struck him. He took a deep breath and then—
Exhaled with all his might!
Miraculously, his body came to a stop and even started moving backward.
Chang Wei had remained in place after launching Saitama, but less than a minute later, Saitama had already returned.
Though his posture looked a bit... strange.
"Wait a minute... isn't that Godzilla's jet propulsion flight?"
Chang Wei's expression turned odd. The next moment, he saw Saitama's face light up with joy.
"Found you!!!"
Saitama lunged at him.
"Consecutive Serious Punches!!!"
Chang Wei unleashed hundreds of serious punches, and Saitama matched him blow for blow.
With their terrifyingly powerful strikes colliding, neither of them budged an inch.
Chang Wei was using energy recoil to keep himself firmly in place.
As for Saitama… well, he just stood there.
Chang Wei's pupils shrank.
It wasn't surprising—after all, this guy had already grabbed and kicked teleportation portals before.
But still, this was way too weird. Could it be that Saitama was actually some kind of higher-dimensional projection? Or did he ascend to a higher plane after breaking his limiter?
Now that Saitama had found "solid ground" to stand on, he felt much more confident in dealing with Chang Wei.
His biggest fear had been that sensation of being unable to gain traction.
With Saitama now having "footing," Chang Wei was in serious trouble. He could no longer take advantage of the terrain to kite Saitama around.
Worse still, Saitama seemed to be gradually figuring out his limits. Every punch landed just slightly stronger than Chang Wei's growth rate—enough to critically injure him but not kill him.
This level of precise control over his strength shocked Chang Wei… though, at the same time, it made perfect sense.
Still, for Saitama to accurately gauge his power fluctuations like this—had his senses evolved into some kind of super perception?
The two of them had been brawling across the cosmos for an indeterminate amount of time, grinding levels like a pair of RPG characters.
At this point, Chang Wei felt that Saitama had become unfathomably powerful. A casual punch from him could probably obliterate him now.
If his assumption was correct, Saitama had leveled up way beyond him.
That meant... he'd probably lose interest in this fight soon.
After all, Saitama's progression was exponential—first, he gained one level, then two, then four, then eight, then sixteen... Meanwhile, Chang Wei was leveling up one or two at a time. No matter how fast he progressed, the gap between them was widening at an absurd rate.
"That's enough, don't you think?"
Sure enough, Saitama suddenly spoke.
His expression shifted from intense focus back to his usual laid-back, doodle-like appearance.
"...You're bored already?"
Chang Wei wasn't about to waste breath talking in a vacuum. He used telepathy instead.
"You're strong, but I'm stronger."
Saitama looked at his own fist. His tone seemed like he was trying to show off, but in reality, he was full of frustration.
He had grown too fast. As a result, he barely got to experience the thrill of battle before it was already over.
Now, looking at Chang Wei's punches, he felt like an Adeptus Astartes watching a lowly nurgling flailing at him.
No, even worse than that. At least nurglings were fast—Chang Wei's punches looked like they were moving in slow motion.
With things like this, how was he supposed to enjoy himself?
"...Take me home."
Saitama said calmly.
"...Step into that, and you'll be back."
Chang Wei snapped his fingers, opening an interdimensional portal beside Saitama.
"What about you? You're not coming back?"
Saitama asked, a little curious. After all, Chang Wei was the closest thing to an equal he had found. Despite his usual indifference, Saitama felt a twinge of reluctance to part ways.
"Next time I come looking for you, I hope you'll have gotten even stronger."
Chang Wei shook his head.
If he went to a world like Dragon Ball or DC Comics, he had to get his hands on some Saiyan or Kryptonian genes. Then, when he returned, he'd see just how limitless Saitama's growth truly was.
Kryptonians and Saiyans both had insane potential and clear power ceilings. If he combined them with the Divine Light Virus's ability to optimize genetic structures...
Even with just ordinary Kryptonian or Saiyan genes, Chang Wei was confident he could reach the same broken power levels as those freaks in the original series!
"Really? I'm looking forward to it."
Saitama replied with a calm expression.
Then, without hesitation, he stepped through the portal.
Chang Wei shook his head. He had originally considered convincing Saitama to go fight God, but ultimately, he abandoned that plan.
If things went south, Saitama would probably be fine… but he might not be so lucky.
Who knew what kind of tricks God had? What if it had the ability to control or possess him?
Judging by Blast and the others' attitude towards God, it was probably some kind of memetic hazard or reality-warping entity.
"Well… now I should be able to handle this thing."
Chang Wei took out a canister.
A Schrödinger's Can!
No—wait, not a canned cat.
A Schrödinger's Power!
After absorbing Stand Virus and Divine Power, the Divine Light Virus had expanded its influence over mystical forces.
Chang Wei figured he could finally lay claim to the contents of this can.
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