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The monster did not respond to Saitama. It rolled and twisted under the water, and finally surfaced, trying to throw away the man holding its hook.

"Can't you speak human language?"

Saitama discovered that these non-human-based monsters were not like those in the Hoffmann laboratory. Their intelligence was not high enough to learn human language, and they could only roar like wild beasts.

So when the monster sent Saitama out of the water, Saitama simply punched it to death, turned around and jumped to the wall aside, running towards the weak light source at the end of the ditch.

He understood that he could only continue fighting if he got the lighting rod. Attacking randomly in the dark was not the most efficient way.

"Tom!"

Another wall was broken, more sewage poured in, and the water surface suddenly rose. Saitama had to move up a few meters while running towards the lighting rod.

But then he saw another passage to his left, with a glimmer of light floating in the passage, no different from a lighting rod.

Saitama looked at the target he originally wanted to pursue. The two were exactly the same in terms of light intensity and color.

"This is……"

Something even weirder happened. Suddenly, there were more than two light sources in front of Saitama's eyes. More and more shimmering lights flickered like stars. They began to move, leaving the water and floating in the air.

Saitama heard the sound of a beast panting, and the faint lights collided together. The smell of blood drifted from the front. He reached out to touch the water. The water was unusually warm, so he smelled it again in front of his nose. Saitama was sure that the front was indeed There is blood flowing towards the exit.

And this fresh blood attracted more glimmers, and the glimmers turned from sparse to dense, and the beast's breathing became heavier.

It wasn't until the low light gathered together to form a sea of ​​orange-yellow stars that Saitama could clearly see what was under the water.

They were rhizomes made up of clusters of sarcoids. These rhizomes stretched out fleshy branches and poked out of the water, emitting faint light to attract monsters that lived in the year-round darkness and were extremely hungry for light.

When the prey takes the bait, the sarcoma will extend a blade connected to the body to pierce the prey and suck the blood from the prey.

The drowned beasts on the water are also its main prey. It can be said that everything in this canal is its feed.

"Whoosh!"

The monster found Saitama staying on the wall, and the sharp blade spurted out, hitting Saitama's head. Saitama tilted his head slightly to avoid the sudden blow.

"What a wonderful creature."

Saitama used the wall as a stepping stone, jumped out in reverse, and rushed to the bottom of the water.

In the underwater world that regained its light, countless blades attacked Saitama directly. Saitama easily escaped and continued to move forward by stepping on countless corpses.

Even in the water, Saitama's powerful power came into play, and he quickly reached the monster's body.

"Crocodile?"

Saitama found that the crocodile that had escaped before was lying quietly on the bottom of the water, its mouth open, its dead eyes staring at him silently, and the tumors that fired sharp blades extended from its stomach.

It turns out that the purpose of the "crocodile" breaking through the wall was not to leave the ditch. Its real purpose was to drown the creatures in the ditch and then devour their dead bodies.

Saitama clenched his hands into fists, calculated the force and punched out.

The flooded canal was immediately divided into two, and the fist wind supported the two water walls, leaving a dry road that could not dissipate for a long time.

Saitama looked at the punctured crocodile corpse in front of him. He could vaguely see the creature squirming inside its body, and the floating light sources in the sky did not stop moving.

"Not dead?"

"Is he a parasitic weirdo?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Saitama felt a sharp blade pressed against his heart, blasting through several high walls and finally smashing into a pipe made of steel.

The pipe exploded instantly, and the high-temperature water used to warm the old city sprayed out. The moment it came into contact with the sewage, the entire water channel was boiling, and thick white mist dispersed in the air.

Saitama got up from several twisted metal fragments and patted his clothes. He found that his coat was torn by the impact and hung loosely on his shoulders.

So he pulled off his coat, revealing his shiny bald head.

White mist surged, and the low roar of wild beasts sounded. It seemed that the opponent was enraged by Saitama's attack and was attacking along several broken high walls.

Saitama saw the countless tentacles fluttering in the white mist, and the sound of sharp blades scraping against the wall rang from time to time.

"One punch is not enough, then two punches."

The opponent had already noticed Saitama's whereabouts, so he had no choice but to face the sharp blades that frequently attacked and set up his attack posture while dodging.

The second punch was struck decisively.

The fist wind was like a pillar, blasting away everything in front of Saitama.

Even if Saitama deliberately held back his hand, the entire ditch slowly collapsed due to his blow.

In the gap between the falling gravel, he finally saw the other party's appearance clearly.

Hundreds of tentacles suddenly became limp, the source of which was a ball of crimson mud-like substance, and the opponent's two empty eyes exuded the aura of resentment.

There is a huge gap left in the middle of the two eyes, which is Saitama's masterpiece.

"you again……"

The red muddy substance melted and dispersed, and a familiar figure fell down to the ground.

At this time, the wind from Saitama's fist dissipated, and the scalding hot water rolled over and submerged the man. His red hair spread out in the water, mixed with his burned and faded skin, and flowed towards the exit. His body was pressed under the water by a huge boulder. , experiencing the pain of separation of flesh and blood, even if he struggled frantically, he could not make a sound and could only let the pain invade.

"Cletus Cassay."

Saitama recognized the appearance of that man, the red mad man who made him watch two people die on the train, and he was now atoning for the evil deeds he had done.

Since Cletus is here, the monster that just attacked Saitama must be the symbiote "Slaughter".

Why did the massacre become like that?

Why is Cletus Kasay hiding here?

What is the purpose of their predatory behavior?

Several questions suddenly lingered in Saitama's mind, but Saitama remembered that there were more important things waiting for him to do.

"Now that Cletus is dead, I have to go find Peter and the others."

"Do not."

Saitama then thought about it, and it seemed that the Rakshasa girl was still in a branch of the canal below.

"Go and save Anna first."

"Parker can operate far away from the water, while Anna has no other skills to escape except the ability to absorb."

Looking at the terrifying and scalding water at his feet, Saitama felt that he must find Anna quickly. If it were a little later, he might only find Anna's erratic body.