One-Punch Man: Boros, the Universe Overlord

Meanwhile, the Super Fighting Tournament is in full swing...

Beneath the enormous dome, spotlights pierced the darkness like sharp swords, illuminating the octagonal arena in the center with crystal clarity. The air was thick with the mingled scents of sweat and adrenaline, and the stands were a cacophony of shouts and cheers that seemed to rip the roof off, making hearts pound.

The host's voice, amplified by the loudspeaker, resonated throughout the venue with a highly rousing tremor:

"Ladies and gentlemen! The first match was absolutely thrilling! Max displayed astonishing dominance, knocking out Lingling, who specializes in bell punches, in just a few rounds, winning without sustaining a scratch! Let's give another round of applause to this strong fighter!"

The audience erupted in applause, but the host didn't give them a chance to calm down; he suddenly raised his voice, pushing the atmosphere to a new climax:

"But! The real show is just beginning!"

"Now, the next match will be the highlight—the highly anticipated Boros, representing 'Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist'! He'll face off against the lesser-known Boros, who specializes in 'Pig Charge Fist'!"

As the name was announced, a deafening roar erupted from the stands. The announcer continued his frantic shouting, his voice filled with dramatic tension:

"This is destined to be a battle so lopsided it's almost hopeless! The real suspense lies in whether Boros will choose to unleash the 'Water Stream Rock Smash Fist,' using overwhelming force to send his opponent flying and end the match in an instant?"

"Or will you choose to be like a hunter on high, showing ultimate composure, toying with your opponent to your heart's content before casually knocking them out? Let's wait and see what kind of memorable scene it will be!"

"Now, please welcome our two contestants to the stage!"

As the rousing entrance music played, a tall and slender figure began to emerge from the shadows of the left aisle.

Boros walked steadily onto the ring under the spotlight.

As Boros appeared, the entire venue instantly transformed into a vast ocean, with the audience reaching a near-frenzied state of excitement.

Colorful ribbons poured down like a torrential rain, and countless flowers and support items were thrown into the air as if they were free. The shouts from all directions merged into a deafening roar.

All the spectators waved their glow sticks wildly, chanting Boros's name in unison! The shouts were deafening!

At the entrance to the right passage, Zayu Si took a deep breath, trying to calm his wildly pounding heart. He cursed inwardly:

"What bad luck... I ran into a top seed and one of the tournament favorites in my very first match!!"

Looking at Boros's unapproachable posture, an invisible sense of oppression assailed him like Mount Tai, causing him to break out in a cold sweat instantly.

What suffocated him even more was the wave of sound that swept in from the surrounding stands like a tsunami, the fervent cheers for Boros.

The deafening cheers sounded like heavy hammer blows to his ears, each shout hitting his taut nerve endings, making his eardrums buzz and his mind go blank.

Before he even stepped onto the arena where his fate would be decided, his morale and remaining confidence had been ruthlessly crushed to the depths of the earth, making every breath feel like swallowing scalding sand, suffocating him.

He struggled to the center of the ring. The referee swung his raised arm down sharply, and a loud "Begin!" announced the start of the fight.

However, at this moment, neither of them moved an inch.

A moment later, seeing that the two on the stage showed no sign of fighting, the host quickly stepped in to save the day, his passionate voice ringing out:

"Ahem, everyone! The match has officially begun, and we can see that neither side has chosen to make the first move..."

"Boros remained motionless! Was he sensing his opponent's weakness and thus disdaining to strike first? Or was he patiently waiting for his prey's futile struggle, displaying the demeanor of an absolute powerhouse?"

"As the camera zooms in, we can clearly see the invisible aura emanating from Boros, which brings immense pressure to Zhayus like a tsunami."

"The weakling was stunned by this terrifying aura. His pupils contracted sharply, his body stiffened, and he dared not move an inch. Even his fingertips trembled slightly. It was understandable that his mental defenses collapsed in the face of this unapproachable legendary powerhouse!"

"There's no way around it! After all, facing Boros, it's completely understandable that he was so terrified he couldn't move!"

Faced with the outrageous double standards of the commentators, even though he was the beneficiary of this commentary, Boros's previously composed expression nearly crumbled. His eyes involuntarily darted towards the commentary booth…

He was quite certain that he had completely concealed his aura and even deliberately lowered his presence, standing casually like an ordinary passerby.

Therefore, the "invisible oppression" that the commentator described as earth-shattering and awe-inspiring was entirely an impromptu creation based on the commentator's boundless imagination.

What's even more baffling is that the host described it so vividly, as if it were the truth, that his exaggerated embellishment even made him wonder if he had lost control of himself...

"The effect of this red envelope giveaway is so good? This explanation is absolutely ridiculous!"

Boros couldn't help but inwardly grumble and sigh, his lips twitching slightly, almost losing his calm and aloof expression.

What Boros didn't know was that it wasn't just about the red envelopes...

Rather, it's because the host and his entire family were survivors of that previous... earth-shattering meteorite disaster.

Therefore, this host was one of Boros's most ardent and die-hard fans in private, and today, being able to commentate on his idol's match live, he wanted to shower Boros with all the praise he could.

This almost obsessive double standard is both a "professional quality" of someone who has accepted a bribe and a genuine expression of heartfelt emotion.

Boros, standing on the ring, keenly noticed the near-collapse of the opponent's weakling, S.

At this moment, his psychological defenses had been completely shattered by the overwhelming "intimidating" rhetoric from the commentators.

Zayu Si's previously taut shoulders trembled violently, his pale face contorted with grotesque features, and his eyes reddened. He looked as if he was about to succumb to the overwhelming pressure and cry out to quit the match and leave the stage.

Seeing this, Boros felt a sense of helplessness.

He didn't come to the competition just to crush the weak; he came to observe various styles of martial arts and create his own unique style...

And is this "Pig Charge Fist" style for real? It sounds incredibly corny and has a strangely comical feel to it, completely lacking any martial arts spirit. It's hard to imagine that this is actually a legitimate fighting style name.

He suppressed the urge to complain, frowned slightly, and calmly said to the miscellaneous fish:

"Pig Charge Fist? That's a... unique name. Now that you're here, show us your full power! Don't be timid, relax, you won't get hurt!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the host in the commentary booth instantly caught this "meaningful" moment. He was so excited that he almost crushed the microphone in his hand. His voice suddenly rose eight octaves, filled with a world-weary and emotional tone, as he roared to the audience:

"Oh my God! What did we hear? What did we feel? This is not just words, it is the compassion and teachings of the strong!"

"Faced with the timid and cowardly behavior displayed by the minor fighter, we can clearly see that Boros's expression is one of deep sorrow! It is not contempt, but the heartache of a peerless expert for a martial arts junior who has lost his way!"

"What is he doing? He is teaching! He is demonstrating the true spirit of martial arts through his actions! Martial arts is not just about killing and crushing, but about having the courage to throw a punch even after seeing despair! Boros is like a beacon, illuminating the gloom in Zha Yu Si's heart!"

"He told the younger generation that the true essence of martial arts is to be fearless in the face of difficulties and hardships, and to forge ahead even when facing insurmountable mountains! He hoped that the junior fighter could muster his courage and throw a punch symbolizing indomitable spirit at him and at this seemingly invincible mountain!"

"This isn't a competition; this is clearly a grandmaster imparting his wisdom, teaching the younger generation the profound martial arts principle of 'Though a thousand men stand against me, I will go forth!'"

"We can hear that Boros's voice is so gentle, without a trace of gunpowder. It contains not only the stern admonition of an elder to a younger generation, but also the tolerant heart unique to a great hero—he is not just fighting, but guiding."

"In this dog-eat-dog arena, which top expert would be willing to stop and patiently teach a trembling weakling?"

"While instructing the junior fighter to rediscover the courage to throw a punch that had almost been extinguished by fear, he also solemnly and deliberately assured him that he would not suffer the slightest injury in this duel!"

"This extraordinary gentleness and extraordinary patience, so like a spring breeze, formed a striking and soul-stirring contrast with his usual cold and aloof demeanor, like an unyielding iceberg!"

"It is precisely this contradictory charm of being 'cold on the outside but warm on the inside,' this compassion that remains even when standing at the pinnacle of power, this perfect fusion of absolute strength and benevolence, that truly outlines the most sacred and perfect interpretation of the word 'hero' in our hearts!"

"Great! No need for further words... This is our true hero, Boros!!!"

As the commentator gave this highly inflammatory shout, a thunderous roar of cheers erupted from the stage, even more frenzied than before, almost lifting the roof off.

Huh? Me? Did I think that much? Is this really me you're talking about?

Boros was also stunned by the host's long and forceful commentary...

"I...I'm sorry! I...I abstain!!!"

On the other side, Zayu Si was trembling violently. His originally taut nerves finally broke completely under the overwhelming pressure of the commentary. He stammered out a few words incoherently, tears and snot streaming down his face uncontrollably, his voice filled with heavy sobs.

Before he could finish speaking, he fled from the ring as if escaping a raging flood or a ferocious beast, abandoning even the last shred of dignity he had as a fighter. He turned and scrambled off the stage in a disheveled and pathetic manner...

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