One-Punch Man: Boros, the Universe Overlord

Upon hearing the hungry wolf's question, the slug's little eyes lit up instantly, even jumping up and down in excitement, its voice filled with undisguised admiration and pride.

"Ah! Uncle, you're asking about the Azure Heaven Overlord Fist, right? You follow him too? Wow, you're a fan of his too? What a coincidence!!!"

He seemed to have found a rare kindred spirit, his speech quickened, his cheeks flushed with excitement, and he spoke eloquently:

"Uncle, you have no idea, I absolutely adore him! Not just me, all my classmates, no, the whole school idolizes him! He's so cool, and he's really... really... really amazing!"

The slug paused, took a deep breath, and tried to look like an all-knowing "expert." He leaned close to the hungry wolf with a serious expression and began to explain in a low voice:

"Uncle, the reason why the book is different from other heroes and doesn't introduce the specific moves and secret techniques of the Azure Heaven Fist is because he is really too strong. It's completely different from the heroes in TV shows who have to fight monsters to a standstill and finally win with great difficulty."

"I've heard that no one has ever seen him struggle in a fight, and no monster has ever forced him to use a second punch! No matter how terrifying the opponent is, whether they are a Demon-level or even a Dragon-level monster, the Azure Heaven Overlord Fist only needs to easily throw one punch to end the battle instantly. Isn't that super cool?"

"Since all his battles are easy and quick victories, naturally no one has ever seen his moves, and he doesn't need any special techniques or anything like that."

"So, everyone in our class gave him a nickname, 'One-Punch Man'!"

"As for that B-rank hero you mentioned, I'm not really sure. He's probably a new hero..."

The slug's words caused the hungry wolf's pupils to shrink slightly. A sense of humiliation and resentment welled up within him, and he muttered to himself:

"As expected, that Heavenly Tyrant Fist... he didn't even use his full strength during our last encounter. He was just toying with me from beginning to end? No wonder... no wonder..."

"Damn it, now is not the time to confront him head-on. I need to hunt down other A-rank heroes first, absorb their combat experience, and hone my killing intent."

"Just you wait, Azure Heaven Overlord Fist, and that B-rank bald guy, what's his name, Bald Cape Man? Once I become absolute evil, I'll tear you all to shreds..."

As his thoughts raced, he reached out his large hand and roughly ruffled the snotty-nosed boy's messy hair a few times, as if to vent his frustrations, and said:

"Kid, it's getting late, go home early. I have some errands to run, so I can't waste your time here!"

"Uncle, are your injuries fully healed? Where are you going? Are you going to fight monsters?" Snotty blinked and asked.

"Don't be so curious. It's none of your business. Go home and do your homework."

The hungry wolf waved impatiently, plotting its next hunting move.

"Hey, are you the hero hunter who caused such a stir the other day? We've been looking for you everywhere, meow."

Suddenly, a lazy, cruel voice echoed in the empty warehouse. There stood the Monster Association executive, "Meow Meow," with his vertical pupils emitting a ghostly green light, his gaze locked on Garou ahead.

"Hmph, how boring. He's actually getting along well with a human child. Can he really become a member of our Monster Association? Maybe... we should just kill him?"

Immediately afterwards, a figure with long, messy black hair slowly emerged from the shadows. If King were here, he would recognize him as strikingly similar to the "Bandaged Man" that Boros had previously portrayed.

It was a strange figure whose body was wrapped in layers of thick white bandages, with only one eye showing on his face. The eye was bloodshot from excitement and bloodlust, and his gaze revealed an uncontrollable desire to kill.

Even more terrifying were his hands; two long, gleaming swords seemed to be naturally embedded in his limbs, trembling slightly with his breath.

—The Monster Association's elite monster, "Cut-King".

"No, don't rush into it!"

A deep, hoarse voice rang out at just the right moment. The strange man who spoke was wearing an ill-fitting, sluggish bird mascot costume, and his round body looked particularly comical.

But his eyes, hidden behind the mascot's head, revealed an unfathomable cunning.

"It's truly remarkable for a human to achieve this level. This person might have some special use, the King of Cutting."

—The Elite Monster of the Monster Association, "Phoenix Man".

"A so-called freak is someone who will kill anyone without hesitation, and must completely abandon their identity and emotions as a human being. This guy seems... not to have completely abandoned the hypocrisy of humanity."

Another chilling figure emerged from the shadows. His entire body was covered in grotesque insect carapaces, and three eerie eyes were fixed on the hungry wolf. His mouthful of sharp teeth opened and closed with each word, producing a teeth-grinding sound.

—The Monster Association's elite monster, "Insect God".

"Whoa! It's a weirdo... and it's that Cutting King from urban legends too!"

The slug, initially filled with curiosity, peeked out curiously.

However, when he saw those terrifying figures clearly, especially the strange figure with blood-soaked bandages and two long knives embedded in its arms, his nerves snapped instantly, and countless terrifying legends about that weirdo flooded his mind.

"Aaaaaah, it's the King of Slicing! He really does exist!!! So many innocent children were cut to pieces by him!"

Overwhelmed by fear, he collapsed onto the cold ground, his trousers covered in dust, his face ashen, and his pupils constricted violently in terror.

Instinct drove him to let out a piercing scream, then he scrambled to his feet and quickly shrank behind the wolf's broad back, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, his hands gripping the wolf's rough trouser leg tightly.

"Wait, Insect God, he's not an enemy."

The Phoenix Man ignored the screaming human child and instead stopped the insect god who was about to make a move.

Then, he turned around, a comical smile spreading across his face, and approached the hungry wolf, handing him a business card in a warm tone, saying:

"Hero Hunter, instead of hunting heroes alone like a headless fly, why not join our Monster Association? Our strategist has high hopes for you, saying you have excellent potential to become a leader. How about it? Think it over? Come with us, and we can provide you with a constant stream of powerful enemies to hone your skills."

"Another recruitment mission like this. I hope nothing goes wrong this time, meow."

Standing not far away, Meow Meow looked at the somewhat familiar scene before her, licking her sharp claws while silently praying in her heart.

"The Monster Association?"

The hungry wolf casually took the business card from the phoenix man's hand, extending two fingers. He looked down at it, but his mind was racing.

"These guys don't look like the kind of small fry I can just crush. Although I'm confident I can fight my way through with my strength, I have this brat as a burden. If we start fighting, the aftershocks could kill him instantly..."

"Fine, I'll agree to them for now. I might as well go and see what this so-called 'Weird Man Association' is all about."

After thinking for a moment, he casually stuffed the business card into his pocket. When he looked up, his eyes had returned to calm, and he said crisply and decisively:

"Okay, I agree to join. Lead the way!"

"Um?"

Phoenix Man's eyes, hidden behind the dull bird mask, narrowed slightly, clearly quite surprised, as if he hadn't expected Hungry Wolf to agree so readily.

He paused for a moment, then nodded, his tone carrying a hint of approval:

"Alright, that's a wise choice. In that case, come with us."

The hungry wolf nodded slightly, then suddenly turned around. His previously calm face instantly became ferocious and terrifying. He glared at the slug clinging tightly to his trouser leg behind him and let out a fierce roar in a low voice:

"Hey kid! Listen up, I'm going to become a real monster, and the next time I see you, I'll kill you! Now get your ass home right now!"

The wolf's voice was as cold as ice. After speaking, he roughly stretched out his large hand and, as if throwing away a piece of annoying garbage, casually flung the slug into the muddy grass some distance away.

Then, without looking back, he walked away side by side with several strange men into the distance.

Slug tumbled awkwardly onto the cold ground, scraping his knees and drawing blood. He stared blankly at the departing figure, paralyzed with fear, tears and snot streaming uncontrollably down his face as he choked back sobs.

"Waaaah! Uncle..."

"Ugh, the constant crying is so noisy."

The last one, the Cutting King, suddenly stopped and turned around impatiently. His single, bloodshot eye gleamed with a morbid excitement and cruelty.

He glanced at the hungry wolf, then stared menacingly at the trembling slug in the grass, a bloodthirsty grin spreading across his face.

"Now that you're on our side, I'll conveniently chop this crying human brat into pieces. You shouldn't have any objections, right?"

Before he could finish speaking and before the hungry wolf could respond, the Cutting King's figure had already turned into a blur, instantly covering a distance of more than ten meters and appearing in front of the slug.

The chilling longsword embedded in his arm reflected a terrifying cold light, and with a piercing sound, it sliced ​​towards the slug's fragile neck!

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