One-Punch Man: Boros, the Universe Overlord

"Practice it!"

At the command, Boros closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The originally violent and destructive power within him was now being carefully restrained by his willpower.

Guided by the Flowing Water Rock Shattering Fist, he no longer rushed to unleash his power. Instead, he tried to let the power flow around his fingertips like a stream, to feel the flow of air, and to learn how to restrain his sharpness at the critical moment and transform brute force into skillful force.

Meanwhile, Genos actively blocked the sophisticated machine vision scan, no longer relying on the calculated optimal attack path.

This cyborg hero is struggling to abandon the mechanical precision that sustains him, attempting to use his remaining human intuition to capture the ethereal, invisible, and intangible "qi" and "energy" in the air. Although his movements are slow, they possess a newfound agility he has never displayed before.

Within the dojo, the low rumble of fist strikes echoed intermittently, sometimes as fierce as a thunderclap, sometimes as gentle as a flowing stream. As sweat poured down their faces, Boros and Genos achieved a wondrous synchronization, creating a strange yet harmonious scene of training.

During this tireless period, Boros gradually grew to love this unprecedented feeling. In the past, he was synonymous with power and speed, and every punch symbolized conquest and crushing.

However, at this moment, when he tried to contain that terrifying energy, which was enough to shatter stars, within a small space and transform it into a flowing, swirling force that dissipated, he seemed to have opened a door to a completely new world.

This exquisite control over power, this transformation from domineering to agile, brings him a sense of accomplishment far more profound than mere destruction.

So, in the following days, he became completely immersed in it, tireless, with every breath in harmony with the fist techniques, as if he wanted to thoroughly integrate the true meaning of "flowing water and shattering rocks" into the depths of his soul.

As the days went by, Boros was surprised to find that his long-untouched system panel had undergone new changes.

Boss [Name: Boros]

[Strength: SS]

[Agility: SS]

Physical Fitness: S+

[Spirit: SS]

[Skill 1: Overlord's Burst: Fully unleashes the immense energy within, greatly increasing the user's four main stats, significantly boosting cell regeneration, and granting traits such as Invincibility, Might, and Swiftness.]

[Skill 2: Meteor Burst: In Overlord Burst state, further unleash yourself, greatly overdrawing your potential and lifespan, triple your four-dimensional burst, and add traits such as immortality, divine power, and shadowlessness.]

[Skill 3: Collapsing Star Roaring Cannon: Gathers all the energy in the body into a single beam, compresses it exponentially, and fires an energy wave far exceeding the power of the user, possessing the power to collapse stars and destroy the world.]

[Skill 4: Flowing Water Rock-Shattering Fist: Flowing like clouds and water, using the opponent's force against them, rock-shattering and connecting, breaking mountains and splitting rocks, combining hardness and softness, invincible] (Beginner's Guide)

Current dimensional energy level: 65

[Use dimensional energy to break through your own limiter, increase your four-dimensional stats, etc. Current energy required to break through the limiter: 200]

[Evaluation: You are a apex predator, a true god of war.]

[The host has reached the pinnacle of this species. To improve, the host must remove their limiter.]

[Current number of times the limiter has been removed: 1]

[Gacha Pool: 10 single pulls, 100 ten-pulls]

Wow, seeing that I could add points, Borost immediately perked up and quickly clicked the "+" after "beginner".

Instantly, the panel vibrated slightly. The words "Beginner" were distorted and blurred, like ripples on water after a pebble has been thrown in. Then, a brand new line of text appeared: "Slightly Accomplished".

At the same time, the cold string of numbers in the lower left corner also changed: the [Current Dimensional Energy Value] suddenly dropped from 65, and after deducting 5 points, it stopped at 60 points.

Then a vast and warm torrent of memories rushed into his mind. It wasn't a simple data input, but a visualization of countless days and nights—he saw his own figure gliding through the morning dew like flowing water, and felt the subtle changes in each punch from stiff to smooth.

These days and nights of tedious and monotonous insights into the continuous punches transformed into a moment of profound enlightenment, instantly elevating his control over the Flowing Water Rock Shattering Fist to a new level.

Boros experienced it for a while and was very excited. He quickly chose to add more points. After a little success, he suddenly became an expert, and his energy value became 50 points.

Immediately following, an even more vast and refined torrent of memories swept into the depths of his consciousness. This impact was far more intense than before; Boros felt a blur before his eyes and found himself in a virtual training ground.

There, he felt as if he had gone through thousands of tedious yet precise punches, blocks, and counterattacks.

Every move and stance is no longer a stiff imitation, but flows out naturally like breathing. Every contraction and relaxation of the muscles, every twist and connection of the joints, becomes clear and perceptible in this instant of memory infusion, achieving perfect coordination.

The moves that were originally a bit sluggish have now become completely fluid and instinctive, as if this body, which has been strengthened countless times, has finally truly accepted and integrated the core essence of the "Flowing Water Rock Shattering Fist". The artistic conception of combining strength and gentleness has left an indelible mark in his heart.

Continue adding, and the energy value becomes 30 points. "Entering the Hall" becomes "Mastering the Art."

"boom!"

This time, the memories flooding my mind were no longer simple repetitions of moves, but a complete transformation of the essence of martial arts.

Boros felt as if an invisible flame of true meaning had been ignited deep within his soul, a sublimation of his understanding of the "Flowing Water Rock Shattering Fist," fiery and pure.

The insights accumulated through countless days and nights of arduous cultivation exploded and perfectly reformed like a flood bursting its banks—he seemed to witness his own transformation deep within his consciousness:

Sometimes it transforms into the softest flowing water, penetrating everywhere, seeping and winding along the texture of the air, turning resistance into assistance; in an instant, it solidifies into the hardest meteorite iron, indestructible, crashing down with the will to shatter stars.

This profound principle of combining strength and gentleness finally shattered the shackles of external techniques, deeply imprinting itself into his fighting instincts like a brand.

At this moment, his control over the world-destroying power within his body reached an unprecedented level of microscopic precision, with every muscle contraction filled with terrifying power that could be controlled at will.

With anticipation, Boros pointed at the "+" sign again, trying to push the power he had just tasted to an even greater peak.

However, this time it was as if I had struck nothing but empty air; the panel remained motionless, and there was no familiar light.

He paused for a moment, then looked down at the remaining 30 energy points, quickly calculating in his mind that it wouldn't be enough.

He calculated that to take the "Masterful" Flowing Rock Shattering Fist to the next level, he would probably need at least 40 energy points.

Although it was a bit of a pity that I couldn't reach the Great Perfection in one go, this feeling of lingering satisfaction was quickly dispelled by the surging sensation coming from my body.

Boros took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and stopped worrying about the control panel, instead immersing himself completely in this new power. He clenched his fist, feeling the freely controllable strength and flexibility within his body, and a wild laugh involuntarily spread across his face.

It feels so damn awesome to have cheat codes.

He walked towards Genos, who was still diligently practicing his boxing techniques, a half-smile playing on his lips. An indescribable glint flickered in his crimson eyes. He gently patted the other's shoulder.

"Genos, still practicing?"

"Yes, Professor Boros."

Genos stopped what he was doing and turned his head, somewhat puzzled.

"Okay, haha, take your time practicing and try to get the hang of it as soon as possible."

Boros grinned widely, revealing his gleaming white teeth. His laughter was hearty and carried an unprecedented lightness. He waved to Genos with his back turned.

"I'm going to find Professor Bang to have a friendly exchange."

His tone revealed an undisguised confidence and excitement.

Boros crossed the courtyard and went straight to Bang, who was meditating under a tree. The teachings he had received over the past few days had replaced any contempt in his eyes when he looked at Bang with respect—the "Bang" he used to call him by his name had now naturally become "Teacher Bang."

"Professor Bang."

Boros stopped and said solemnly:

"This disciple wishes to spar with you. I will suppress my strength and speed, and simply communicate with you using the techniques and essence of the 'Flowing Water Rock Shattering Fist'."

Bangu slowly opened his eyes, wisps of steam rising from the rough earthenware teacup in his hand. After hearing these words, he was slightly taken aback, then a faint smile appeared on his lips as he tilted his head back and drank the remaining tea in the bowl.

"Boros," Bangu put down his teacup, scrutinizing the imposing figure before him with piercing eyes.

"I admit you are exceptionally talented, but the Flowing Water Rock Shattering Fist is all about the accumulation of time, and it hasn't been that long..." Before he finished speaking, the serious expression on the old man's face disappeared, replaced by a cheerful smile.

"Very well, let this old man see how much you've improved lately. Let's go." With that, he put down the coffee table and walked into the training room with Boros.

Inside the training room, under the bright, cool white lights, Bangu and Boros stood ten meters apart.

In the observation area at the edge of the venue, Chalan sat upright, his eyes fixed on the two figures in the field, even unconsciously lowering his breathing.

Beside him, Genos held his breath, constantly fine-tuning the focus of his optical lens, which emitted a subtle buzzing sound, trying to capture every detail that might happen next, afraid of missing even the slightest exquisite move.

"call--"

Without a single word, two completely different auras erupted simultaneously. Bang's white hair fluttered slightly, and his aged body exuded a steady strength like that of an ancient pine tree.

On the other hand, Boros completely restrained his usual rage. His muscles were as smooth and flowing as water, yet they concealed a terrifying explosive power capable of shattering mountains and splitting rocks.

The next second, almost simultaneously, the two lowered their waists and sat on their horses, their arms tracing mysterious and unpredictable paths. The sound of the wind whipped up by their sleeves was particularly jarring in the quiet room. They simultaneously assumed the starting stance of the Flowing Water Rock Shattering Fist.