Starry Sky Railway: No one understands the Amber King better than me.

Seeing the four approaching figures, Oswaldo's expression changed slightly, and he retreated.

But the iron fist was already upon him, and after a moment of hesitation, he finally raised his arm to block it.

The fist and arm collided with a dull thud.

"Boom."

The blow was powerful and heavy, yet it felt as if it had struck thick leather.

The power was gradually dissipated from his body, and Oswaldo regained his balance in a sway.

"This power..."

Oswaldo narrowed his eyes, then his gaze suddenly shifted.

"You actually hit him?!" Potio shook his fist in surprise.

He looked up, their eyes met, and they spoke at the same time:

"Damn it, isn't this your method?"

"His precious one, can't you use the power of destiny either?"

A moment of silence followed. The group stood still, and after a short while, smiles appeared on everyone's faces—smiles that were somewhat strange and even cruel.

"A world without the power of destiny... I can't believe such a place exists. But you don't actually think you can defeat me in a place like this, do you?"

Oswaldo's eyes were disdainful. He rolled up his sleeves and slowly stretched his body.

“Even without the power of destiny, I am still stronger than all of you! No one can stop me from moving forward. I will kill you one by one and then get out of here.”

“He’s my darling, so let’s bring it on!” Potio interrupted him, his voice filled with excitement.

"Let your grandfather Potio tell you, hunting isn't just some precious destiny. Hunting, it's constantly screaming in my heart!"

It's time for a duel of the most basic and traditional kind.

He grinned.

"Either you kill us, or we kill you!"

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Chapter 404 Monster

In the boundless, pure white heavens beyond, destiny remains unseen.

All that remained in the world were the most primal things: the human body, fists, and a heart yearning for revenge and survival.

Five figures stood at intervals, with Oswaldo surrounded in the middle. He pulled open his collar, revealing his muscular body that had been hidden under his coat.

Portio stood opposite him, his mechanical knuckles creaking. Sandstone stood silently to the side, a chip spinning between his fingers.

Luan Po then wore her baseball cap backwards, revealing her forehead, and clasped her hands together, looking eager to try.

Osius stood at the back, making no unnecessary movements, his gaze fixed on Osvaldo like that of a hunter eyeing its prey.

"Hehe, four against one, there's no need for martial ethics for someone like you."

"My darlings, it's time for a righteous brawl!"

Potio stretched his neck, and before he could finish speaking, he dashed out.

He couldn't wait!

As the figure approached, Oswaldo smirked coldly.

He reached to his waist and a transforming pistol suddenly appeared, its dark muzzle slowly rising to point at the charging figure.

"Times are constantly changing. Those who can't keep up will be eliminated."

His voice was neither hurried nor slow.

"But I am the one who can always stand at the forefront of the wave."

He pulled the trigger, but the gun didn't fire.

Oswaldo raised an eyebrow slightly, somewhat surprised.

In that instant, Potio's figure was already in front of him, his right leg sweeping out in a blur, accurately kicking the gun out of his hand.

The pistol spun half a circle in the air before landing far away on the ground and disappearing into the light.

Oswaldo stared at his empty hands, lost in thought.

"That's it?" Portio grinned.

"Office workers, if you want to protect yourself, you should first learn how to protect your weapons!"

As he spoke, his fist was already slamming towards the other person's chest.

The powerful punch landed solidly, producing a dull thud. Potio frowned, sensing that the force of the impact was off.

He looked up and found Oswaldo standing in front of him, motionless.

"........"

Potio refused to believe it and threw a second punch, followed by a third.

Heavy sounds echoed across the field, like the beating of war drums.

At this moment, he pushed the functions of his body modification to the limit, and in an instant, accompanied by the sound of air bursting, countless heavy punches landed on the opponent's chest.

"Die, die! Why aren't you dead yet, you precious thing?!"

Portio exerted all his strength, and with the white smoke and scorching air whistling from the mechanical arm, even a body made of steel should be smashed into scrap metal!

But one hand caught his final blow firmly.

Potio's pupils contracted as he saw Oswald's hand firmly envelop his fist.

The other person's knuckles slowly tightened, and his metal fist actually made a creaking sound.

"Company Technology, kid."

Oswaldo looked down at him and said with a disdainful tone:

"You wanderers, vagrants, and street thugs will never understand what kind of power those who control resources and technology can possess, even without a destiny."

He suddenly kicked out, hitting Potio squarely in the chest.

A tremendous force, like that of a truck, crashed into him head-on, sending Portio flying. He tumbled several times on the ground before barely coming to a stop, his mind reeling.

Oswaldo stood there, raised his hand and tore off his tattered coat, which had been torn by the continuous blows, revealing his muscular body.

His bronze skin shimmered under the white light, his muscles sculpted with sharp, defined lines. A deep scar ran from his right shoulder down to his waist, a testament to the brutal battles of the past.

"Look at this body. It is an extraordinary body created by the school of thought and countless resources of the company's technology research and development department."

So you really think that by abandoning your destiny, you can fight me fairly? You truly lack understanding.

Oswaldo shook his head.

"Without the blessing of destiny, you are not even qualified to stand before me."

After all, as the head of the company's market development department and a P47-level board candidate, my status is practically unimaginable to you.

He strode forward, his gaze sweeping across everyone's face.

"Therefore, a nobody is a nobody; even if they have an opportunity, they are destined to miss it..."

"What gives you the right to act so superior?!"

Suddenly, Osius lashed out with a whip kick from the side, but Oswald caught it with his hand.

Before he could react, his opponent delivered a powerful punch to his abdomen, and Osius's body suddenly curled up.

"You guys are too weak."

Without giving him another glance, Oswaldo continued walking forward.

Not far away, Sand Gold's eyes flashed, and taking advantage of the other party's inattention, he suddenly flung out the metal chip hidden at his fingertips, which turned into a blur and shot towards the other party's eyes.

Unfortunately, Oswaldo simply raised his hand, caught the chip, and threw it back with even greater force amidst a cold laugh.

The chips came hurtling towards him like bullets. Sand Gold instinctively dodged, but a gash still cut his face, and blood kept flowing out.

"They are so weak that they don't even realize it."

Turning his gaze away, Oswaldo looked at the last two people.

At that moment, as Ranpo helped Potio to his feet, the cowboy looked at the approaching Oswald and suddenly murmured:

"monster."

"A monster?" Oswaldo paused, then found it somewhat amusing.

"Are you already so scared that you're spouting nonsense? A dignified sea patrolman actually calls me a monster?"

Amidst the other party's cold laughter, Potio's face revealed a mocking expression.

He pushed away the hand that was offering him a helping hand and adjusted his hat.

"Stop being so presumptuous. I'm talking about our little monster."

He grinned and raised his arm to pat Luanpo's shoulder.

"Come on, you ridiculously strong little monster, it's time for this arrogant guy to see what real physical strength is, and what the so-called power of a nobody is!"

"Yes, don't worry, Lord Silver Spear Asura. I will punish the wicked!"

Luanpo nodded, his eyes shining brightly.

Upon hearing this, Oswaldo looked at the strangely dressed girl with some surprise. Before this, he had not paid any attention to her.

"Hey, you villain!"

Luanpo walked up to him, his eyes narrowing, his voice clear and sharp:

Have you ever heard... the sound of a proton passing away?

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Chapter 405 The Death of Oswald