One-Punch Man: Boros, the Universe Overlord

"Do you think this armor is meant to protect me from external attacks and keep my body safe?"

"Heh... Quite the opposite! The true meaning of this outer shell is restraint, a chain that imprisons my divinity! Its sole purpose has never been defense. It is a cage, a shackle that exists to seal away my excessively violent, terrifying power capable of tearing the heavens and earth!"

"Every rivet, every piece of armor, is squeezing me desperately! They're groaning, trembling, just to suppress the boiling killing intent within me! They're preventing me from returning to my true nature!"

boom--!

A sudden gust of wind arose, no longer the wind of nature, but a storm stirred up by the surging energy within him. This violent airflow whipped his disheveled hair.

He spread his arms wide, letting the gale tear at his body, as if embracing a freedom that had been long overdue. His tone carried a frenzied excitement of impending doom, and every word sounded like a judgment from the deepest part of hell.

"And now...! You... have shattered this only shackle with your own hands!"

"Are you ready to face your...fate?"

As the last word fell, Boros took a deep breath, the sound of the air being drawn in like a whale swallowing the sea, or the final gasp of an ancient beast. The violent suction force caused the torrential rain within hundreds of meters to swirl back, forming a tornado that connected heaven and earth.

The teeth-grinding explosions continued incessantly. His chest began to bulge high, his bones made thunderous sounds, and his muscles expanded wildly as if inflated. Beneath his azure skin, it seemed as if magma was flowing, and the texture of every muscle fiber was clearly visible, exuding an explosive, destructive aura capable of destroying stars.

A terrifying pressure, several times stronger than before, surged like a black tide and instantly engulfed the world.

The cold rain curtain was completely torn apart by this terrifying aura, as if the entire sky had been split in two by this demonic pressure, revealing the chaotic and void darkness behind it.

"Destruction! Slaughter! Annihilation! Turn this world, everything, into pure nothingness! Hehehe, hahaha—!"

Boros's excited voice echoed between heaven and earth, each word carrying the weight of a thunderbolt, crashing heavily onto this already ravaged land.

"Now... let's enter phase two! Let's party!"

"The world is vast, but I, Boros, am the greatest!... The slaughter begins!"

Boros's pupils turned completely crimson, burning with a desire for destruction. The red light seemed to penetrate the soul, planting the seeds of fear directly into the depths of the monsters' consciousness, announcing that this boring game was over and the real massacre was about to begin.

The echoes of his wild laughter lingered in the air, causing the distant ruins to tremble slightly.

As the laughter ceased, the space, shrouded in fear, fell into a deathly silence. Then, Boros's demonic figure vanished from the spot.

The moment the afterimage completely vanished, an arrogant and contemptuous voice, like a hammer of judgment, slammed into the hearts of all the strange people.

"Too weak! Failing grade!"

As the sound rang out, Boros's figure flashed before Karma, who wielded the flaming longsword. His crimson eyes reflected Karma's terrified pupils. There was no hesitation, no fancy techniques, not even the pre-charge animation seemed superfluous. There was only unstoppable, absolute power, pure and brutal.

His right fist, imbued with the power of thunder, slammed out like a falling meteor, instantly compressing the air into a visible shockwave. Facing the raging flames that Karma Fire was so proud of, flames powerful enough to melt gold and iron, Boros's fist did not falter in the slightest, easily piercing through Karma Fire's burning chest as if it were a thin sheet of paper.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, leaving only the cold raindrops, helplessly pattering on Boros's indestructible arm.

"Pfft—"

The sound of flesh tearing apart was exceptionally clear amidst the cacophony of the rain, like the whisper of death's scythe slicing through the air. Warm blood gushed out instantly, mingling with the cold rain, quickly spreading a glaring crimson across the ground.

The hands of the karmic fire that had consumed all flames now helplessly loosened, and the long sword in their hands fell into the mud with a "clang." The flames on the blade hissed and wailed the moment they came into contact with the rainwater, and then went out completely.

He looked down at his pierced chest in disbelief, his face filled with endless terror and despair.

Those pupils contracted violently, staring intently at Boros's crazed face before them. The light of life flickered and died out like a candle in the wind, leaving only empty ashes.

As Boros withdrew his arm, Yehuo's corpse collapsed limply to the ground like a puddle of mud. His heavy body slammed into the puddles, stirring up a large splash of murky water, and mud splattered onto his face, which was frozen in fear.

Before everyone could recover from the shock of their gruesome deaths in the karmic fire, the suffocating sense of oppression returned, and Boros's manic and mocking voice boomed like a ghost through the rain.

"Too slow! Out!"

The arrogant words, like the sharp blade of judgment, precisely locked onto the eccentric Gale. Before the words had even finished, a large hand reached out out of thin air, as if crossing the boundaries of space, its speed exceeding the limits of retinal detection.

The hand, with unparalleled precision, grabbed the rapidly moving head amidst the blurry afterimage of the swift wind. The five fingers snapped shut, unleashing a terrifying burst of power.

"Bang--!"

A deep, resounding bang, loud enough to stop a heartbeat, echoed through the rainy night.

There was no room for resistance, no space for struggle. Accompanied by the sickening sound of skull shattering, Gale's proud speed, which had once made him stand out from the crowd, vanished into a laughable bubble.

His head exploded in that huge hand, and shattered bone fragments, mixed with warm brain matter, flew in all directions like a rotten watermelon that had just burst open.

The sudden burst of high-temperature blood mist stirred up a cloud of white smoke in the cold rain, instantly turning the raindrops within a few meters pink, and finally painting a hideous and distorted abstract picture on the broken walls and ruins, while a strong smell of rust filled the air.

The body, which was once so fast that only its afterimage could be caught, now lost the support of its head and collapsed limply in the muddy puddle like a torn rag.

His once-proud speed vanished completely with the passing of his life. The relentless rain washed over the jagged cut on his neck, trying to erase all traces of his existence, along with his short and horrifying life, from this desolate ruin.

The consecutive falls of two powerful figures did not halt Boros's killing spree in the slightest. The rain seemed to become his personal stage, each appearance accompanied by the fading of life. The stench of blood spread wildly in the air, but only made the crimson light in the demon god's eyes burn even more fiercely.

Boros's figure vanished the moment the raindrops hit the ground, only to reappear before the terrified, ugly president.

The two men locked eyes, so close it was almost suffocating. In his eyes, burning with a crimson light, lay an undisguised utter disgust for the bloated, twisted, and foul-smelling mass of flesh before him.

"ugly"

A single word of evaluation, cold and harsh, pronounced the death sentence on this member of the Eccentric Association.

Boros's right arm suddenly transformed into a blurry phantom, almost imperceptible to the naked eye. It wasn't a simple hand chop, but rather the unreserved concentration of terrifying energy into a single line at his fingertips, sharp enough to slice through anything. The air was abruptly ripped apart in that instant, emitting a piercingly sharp "sizzle" that shattered the eardrums, and a visible vacuum blade followed closely behind his hand chop.

The next second, the vacuum blade, imbued with terrifying energy, sliced ​​into the ugly president's enormous head from top to bottom without any resistance, just like a red-hot knife cutting into cold butter.

There was no violent impact, nor the cracking sound of bones breaking, only a chilling "ripping" sound, like cloth being torn apart—the sound of life being easily severed.

Starting from the center of his forehead, a straight, chilling line of blood emerged, then spread wildly downwards like a spider web, reaching his chin, chest, and abdomen... His once massive, bloated, and seemingly indestructible body now appeared as fragile as a piece of paper soaked in water, utterly unable to withstand the slightest resistance.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Boros laughed maniacally and flung his hand down, sending a fine mist of blood drifting through the air. *Thud*.

A soft sound, the final silence before death. The president's eyes, filled with terror and disbelief, were still trembling and blinking violently, seemingly unaware that he was already dead.

The next instant, the upper half of his head, along with his distorted face, slowly slid to the sides, the cut as smooth as a mirror, reflecting his final terror. Then, the massive body split in two, collapsing like rotten wood being cleaved apart.

As the body was separated, the blood vessels at the cut, instantly scalded by the high temperature, suddenly gushed out, and scalding blood shot into the sky like an out-of-control high-pressure fountain, instantly staining the surrounding ruins red and turning the cold rain into a scarlet hell.

In less than three seconds, three Monster Association executives... were dead!

Life vanished so suddenly, so silently, that even screams were crushed in the throat by the invisible pressure.

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