One-Punch Man: Boros, the Universe Overlord

A large hand, like an iron clamp, gripped the slug's cold, long blade tightly just millimeters from the tip of its nose.

The sharp blade instantly sliced ​​into his palm, blood gushing out from between his fingers, staining the blade red. But the hungry wolf seemed to feel no pain; the veins on his arm bulged, preventing the deadly blade from advancing even an inch further.

"Who gave you permission to act on your own and steal my prey?! Huh?!"

The hungry wolf's face was contorted with rage, his eyes burning with furious fury. He stared intently at the Slicer King, his voice escaping through clenched teeth, carrying a chilling killing intent.

"This brat's life must be ended by my own hands! It's not your turn, you piece of trash!"

Before he could finish speaking, his other arm lashed out with a thunderous roar, slamming into the Cutter King's chest with tremendous force. The power contained in that punch was terrifying, sending the Cutter King flying backward and crashing heavily into the abandoned warehouse wall behind him.

In the shadows not far away, several figures who had been leaving stopped abruptly after sensing the tense killing intent in the air.

The Insect God, his grotesque body covered in insect carapaces, slowly strode out from a distance. His compound eyes gleamed coldly in the dim light. He stared at the hungry wolf, his voice low and menacing:

"Since you say so, then I'll give you one last chance—now, right now, kill this child with your own hands and show it to us. Use his life to gain our trust in you."

As soon as he finished speaking, it was as if a layer of frost had formed in the air.

Upon hearing this, the hungry wolf revealed a contemptuous sneer, a smile brimming with arrogance. He slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the Insect God's face like a blade, and said in an icy tone:

"I can kill whenever I want. Who do you think you are, daring to order me around like that?"

"Ah! So after all this talk, you still don't want to do it, do you?"

A sinister voice suddenly cut in from the side and behind. Before anyone knew it, the Slicer King, who had been knocked away, had stood up and slowly walked to the Insect God's side.

His arm, wrapped in blood-soaked bandages, trembled slightly, and his eyes revealed not anger, but a twisted, bloodthirsty excitement, as if he were watching a good show about to unfold.

"It's a pity."

The Insect God shook its head, a sickening grinding sound emanating from its mouth full of sharp teeth, its tone tinged with disappointment:

"I can't sense the essence of an eccentric from you. It seems you're not qualified to be our comrade."

"Heh, this kid is just a weird human who's addicted to playing freaks."

The Slicer King cruelly echoed him from the side, the long sword in his hand swaying slightly with his movements, as if he couldn't wait to drink blood.

"We don't need half-baked people here," the Insect God added coldly.

"You haven't completely abandoned your humanity. You call yourself a hero hunter, yet you don't dare kill a single person. You're unqualified!"

"Sorry, but if you don't pass, you'll become our enemy. I'll gently tear you to pieces. You're beyond saving. I'm really sorry, hahaha!"

The Cutting King let out a maniacal laugh, his entire being resembling a ferocious beast poised to pounce, his killing intent subtly emanating from him.

At this moment, the hungry wolf suddenly turned around, glaring fiercely at the trembling figure behind him, and his voice boomed like thunder in the slug's ears:

"Hey! Are you deaf? I've already told you to get home! Don't get in my way!"

"Uncle, I'm so scared I can't move my legs..."

The slug was terrified by the fierce look in the eyes, its face covered in tears and snot, and it cried and begged.

"Damn it!" The veins on the wolf's forehead bulged.

"Don't think you can get help by playing the victim! Wake up! No one in this world will come to your rescue; only you can protect yourself! In times like these, you can only rely on yourself!"

"Get your act together! Get out of here right now! Get out!!!"

The harsh scolding was like a heavy hammer blow to the slug's heart. Driven by extreme fear, the instinct for survival finally overcame his weakness.

"Ah! Yes, sir!"

Startled, the slug actually sprang to its feet and began to run frantically in the opposite direction.

To the strange man in the distance, this scene was undoubtedly a blatant betrayal.

"Oh? Everyone saw it. This kid actually went and made an enemy of us to save that human brat. How disappointing."

The Cutter King's already bloodthirsty face was now twisted to the extreme, and the sharp blade in his hand flashed through the air as he spoke excitedly.

"This kind of guy is only a nuisance; let's chop him up!"

"Hmph! Kill him!"

A ferocious, terrifying light flashed in the Insect God's eyes. Before he finished speaking, two figures filled with murderous intent simultaneously pounced towards the direction where the hungry wolf was.

"Heh, I don't understand what you're talking about. I'm just annoyed by your attitude!"

As he spoke, facing the chilling killing intent rushing towards him, Hungry Wolf not only did not back down, but his pupils instead burst with excitement. In a split second, he cleared his mind of all distractions, his internal energy circulated throughout his body, and he assumed the stance of the Flowing Water Rock Shattering Fist.

The battle erupted instantly. His figure flashed to the left like a ghost, his robes fluttering in the wind, narrowly avoiding the Slicing King's powerful slash. The sharp blade grazed his clothes, leaving a deep, bottomless crack in the ground.

Just as the Cutting King's attack missed, the Insect God's enormous, carapace-covered body closed in, its several sharp, spear-like limbs slicing through the air and viciously stabbing at the Wolf's vitals, sealing off all his escape routes.

Instead of retreating, the hungry wolf advanced, seizing an opening in the Insect God's attack. It concentrated all its strength into its right fist, let out a low roar, and slammed it hard into the Insect God's hard chest. The enormous impact sent the Insect God's heavy body flying backward, crashing through several thick trees.

Before the hungry wolf could give chase, the Cutting King had already closed in again, his twin blades flashing in a relentless barrage as he slashed at the wolf's head with a frenzied roar. The hungry wolf's eyes narrowed, but instead of dodging, he used his fleshy hands to forcefully strike the sharp blades.

The palm strike and the sword energy collided, producing a deafening metallic clang. The force of the impact actually caused the two longswords to deviate from their trajectory, and the enormous recoil made the Cutting King's hand go numb, forcing him to retreat repeatedly.

After a brief loss of balance, the Insect God finally regained his footing. A flash of fury crossed his eyes. He suddenly gathered his strength and threw a powerful punch, the force of which struck the Hungry Wolf's head.

Although the hungry wolf tried his best to block, the huge difference in strength still made him grunt and fly backward, rolling several times on the ground before stopping.

In an instant, however, the hungry wolf sprang to its feet, its eyes burning with an even more ferocious savagery than before. A low growl escaped its throat as it pounced again. The three figures became entangled in a blur of motion, their speed astounding. The sounds of fists, blades, and limbs colliding filled the air.

Each clash unleashed a tremendous shockwave, carving furrows into the surrounding ground. Dust billowed and rocks flew everywhere; the life-or-death struggle reached its climax at this moment.

Seeing the three figures clashing fiercely amidst the violent energy and rubble in the distance, the Phoenix Man's gaze did not linger on the battle. Instead, he slightly turned his head to look at Meow Meow, who was casually grooming her fur beside him, and his tone carried a hint of probing:

"Meow, aren't you going to do anything? Even if you're not interested in that hungry wolf, just watching that human brat escape without enjoying the thrill of a chase and slaughter is not like you at all!"

Upon hearing this, Meow Meow paused slightly in her grooming, her narrow cat eyes narrowed slightly, and she slowly raised her head, her gaze passing over the fierce battlefield to look at a more distant place. In a low voice, she asked in return:

"Phoenix Man, have you ever seriously considered what the future of the Monster Association will be?"

"Huh? You would ask such a strange question at a time like this?" A hint of surprise flashed across the phoenix man's face.

Meow Meow withdrew her gaze, her eyes landing on the three blurry figures entangled together not far away, her tone tinged with mockery:

"I originally had another mission this time, but the location of that prison happens to be close to City C, so I came here."

"Don't be fooled by how fiercely they fought; in my eyes, they're nothing but three arrogant and pathetic bastards, and what they're doing is completely meaningless."

"Is it meaningless? Speaking of which, you've been acting a bit strange ever since you came back from your last mission. Is it because of that alien you encountered during the mission?" The Phoenix Man frowned slightly and pressed for an answer.

"Hehehe..."

Meow Meow let out a meaningful, cold laugh, a laugh tinged with deep fear.

"You've never truly faced him, that's why you can so casually talk about that alien..."

He paused, his previous nonchalant expression vanishing instantly, replaced by solemnity and seriousness. He stared into the phoenix man's eyes and said:

"In my opinion, the Monster Association is stepping into the abyss step by step. All the plans we are making now are nothing but suicide. Phoenix Man, you are a smart man. You should have witnessed the power of Black Sperm when we were running for the nine executives, right? In my opinion, it is no less than Orochi's."

"But why don't you guess why he chose to leave the Monster Association without hesitation? What does that signify? You should know better than anyone. If there wasn't no hope left, who would willingly slink away like that?"

Meow Meow took a deep breath, her voice becoming even lower:

"Although we cannot defy the will of the Great Serpent for the time being, our time is running out. Rather than wasting time here, it's wise to plan our escape route as soon as possible!"

"The Monster Association is already teetering on the brink of collapse. Why don't you form a real alliance with me and seek a way to survive?"

The man from humble beginnings paused for a moment and then asked:

"What do you want to do?... "

“…………”

Because of the storm that rained on Boros's night, before the war with the Hero Association even began, several of the Monster Association's executives had already begun to waver. At this moment, undercurrents were surging, and there were faint signs of disintegration. Everyone was starting to seek their own way out, and a silent storm was quietly brewing within them…