Many people were laughing, calling Saitama an idiot.
But some, with solemn expressions, felt that someone who could withstand a falling giant island and then throw it away would definitely not be simple.
Perhaps, Saitama could really, from afar, blow up the Golden Lion with a single punch.
Or perhaps, Saitama was a special Devil Fruit user, capable of hitting the Golden Lion from afar.
"Come on!"
"Hit me!"
"I want to see what special abilities this bald guy has."
As a legendary figure of the previous era, the Golden Lion Shiki was naturally not a fool.
His basic intelligence was still online.
Therefore, while verbally mocking Saitama, his eyes also flashed with light.
Gripping his two swords, "Sakura Ten" and "Kareki" tightly, he was ready for battle.
The ground.
Saitama clenched his right fist, took half a step back with his right leg, and assumed a half-squatting posture.
In an instant, a terrifying aura erupted from Saitama's body.
At this very moment, the Golden Lion's expression changed drastically.
He quickly swung down his swords with both hands.
However, Saitama's punch was so fast and powerful that it gave the Golden Lion no chance to react.
Boom!
The Golden Lion was sent flying instantly by an incomparably mighty force. The speed was so great that before anyone could react, he had already disappeared.
King Beast, Catarina Devon, Sasaki Koyoshi, and Kurai Kotaro's eyes widened in shock as they looked towards the sky.
The originally thick cloud layer had, at some unknown time, developed a huge hole, and a faint fist imprint could be seen.
However, this fist imprint was magnified by more than a thousand times.
Simultaneously, a blast wave tens of meters in diameter and over a thousand meters long, extending straight into the sky, could be seen.
This was formed by the friction of the high-speed air current in space.
The cause of all this was the bald guy Saitama, whom they had just mocked.
"Huh? Flew too high."
"The second punch I prepared will have to wait a while."
Saitama said helplessly, placing his right hand on his forehead and looking up at the sky.
The Xuanwu Navy soldiers who were standing by, fully prepared, now had their mouths agape and eyes wide, staring at the sky, unable to recover for a long time.
So, was the Golden Lion blown up, or blown away?
The onlookers who were watching the live broadcast shared the same thoughts.
The same shock, the same curiosity.
If it was the former, then it was truly terrifying to the extreme.
A single punch could blow up a legendary Emperor, which was even more terrifying than Benedict.
Especially Kappei and Sengoku at this moment, they were the most shocked.
The scene of them jointly defeating the Golden Lion over half a year ago was still vivid in their minds.
And such a powerful figure was so easily resolved with one punch.
This was too outrageous.
With such a person stationed at the Xuanwu Navy base, what was there left to do?
One person, one punch, and everyone would die!
At the Xuanwu Navy base.
Benedict looked up at the sky with binoculars.
Well, he couldn't see anyone!
He seriously suspected that the Golden Lion had been blasted into outer space.
"Are you still going to fight?" King Beast gulped, feeling fear towards such a harmless-looking guy for the first time, his voice even trembling a little.
Catarina Devon remained silent.
Sasaki Koyoshi and Kurai Kotaro also remained silent, but their attention was more focused on the void above.
"Let's wait for the Governor-General's order," Kurai Kotaro said after some thought.
"The Governor-General..." King Beast blurted out instinctively.
"The floating island is still there, the Governor-General is not dizzy, nor is he dead," Sasaki Koyoshi said solemnly from the side.
Yes, as long as the floating island was still there, it proved that their captain was still alive.
King Beast realized this and no longer hesitated.
However, his gaze towards Saitama was still filled with fear.
After waiting for three minutes.
Just as Saitama was feeling extremely bored, the figure of the Golden Lion Shiki quickly flew back down.
Yes, he flew down, not plummeted.
However, the Golden Lion Shiki's clothes were not only torn by the terrifying force but also burnt by the high-speed movement and friction. His golden hair was now somewhat scorched, clearly half-burnt.
Not only that, but there were also bloodstains on his body, seeped out from the compression of the terrifying force.
At this moment, the Golden Lion Shiki was extremely disheveled, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, and Sasaki Koyoshi even saw the Golden Lion's hands gripping his swords subtly trembling.
This was extremely dangerous for a swordsman.
Fear was no longer hidden in the Golden Lion Shiki's eyes.
Such terrifying power was something the Golden Lion had never experienced before.
If this blow had sent him downwards, the Golden Lion knew that he would most likely have fainted, or even died.
But even being sent flying upwards, the outcome was very bad.
The Golden Lion's extremely disheveled appearance appeared before the audience.
For a moment, everyone was somewhat silent, but soon, they were amazed, and many were gasping in shock.
"Golden Lion, you returned a little faster than I expected."
Saitama looked at the returning Golden Lion, his entire demeanor instantly shifting from a dazed state to a serious one, and said, "Since you're back, I can throw the second punch I prepared."
As he spoke, Saitama's left fist instantly clenched.
The Golden Lion's face changed drastically, and without thinking, he immediately fled.
It was a joke; if that kind of punch happened again, he would truly die.
Damn it, why was this naturally airheaded guy's punch so terrifying?
While fleeing, the Golden Lion was pulling the floating island, bringing it closer rapidly.
He intended to create distance while using the floating island to block Saitama's punch.
Seeing this, Saitama slightly crouched his legs, and the next moment, he flew out.
A distance of over a thousand meters was crossed in the blink of an eye.
Standing on the floating island, Saitama took a step forward, and his entire body shot out.
The Golden Lion instinctively looked back, only to see the reflective bald head already behind him.
"My second punch, I said I'd give it to you, and I'll give it to you."
"You must take it!"
Saitama was almost parallel to the Golden Lion and said.
The Golden Lion completely ignored Saitama's words, and his Haki-covered swords swiftly struck out.
Meanwhile, Saitama's fist was raised high, about to descend.
The Golden Lion's face contorted in ferocity.
Before Saitama's fist had even fallen, the terrifying power had already begun to crush his body frantically.
As long as Saitama pushed his fist forward, he would completely perish.
The Golden Lion, unwilling, fought back with all his might, a desperate struggle.
Just then.
Thunder flashed, and a giant shadow flashed.
"Sandametsuzan, Indunara!"