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Boom!!
BOOM!!! BOOM!!
The heart of the battlefield collapsed into nothingness. On the dimensional observation screen, the two figures had long since surpassed the limits of frame rate. Their trajectories couldn't even be captured anymore.
All the eye could grasp was air being torn apart, space scorched by blistering heat, shockwaves exploding outward in every direction like the end of the world.
The aftershocks carved invisible patterns of destruction across the footage, expanding without pause.
In a single breath, the two supreme beings had already exchanged hundreds of life-and-death probes.
And through it all, the rhythm of the fight remained the same. Boros pressed the attack relentlessly, while the bald figure defended with suffocating calm, as if this apocalyptic clash were nothing more than light exercise.
Purple arcs of lightning crawled across Boros' body, so dense they seemed almost liquid, a physical manifestation of pure energy. They devoured everything around him.
Crack—crackle—
Explosions ripped apart the dead silence inside the ship. Every collision sounded like tens of thousands of tons of explosives detonating at once. Wherever thunder and hurricane-force pressure swept through, the ship's interior—high-strength alloy walls, support pillars, reinforced floors—was crushed into powder and vaporized.
Thud! Thud!
Each punch and kick slammed together with a deafening boom that pierced through layers of soundproofed metal. The skeleton of the massive starship groaned and trembled, as if it would be torn apart from within at any second.
In a fleeting cross of shadows, Saitama's fist tore forward like a flaming meteor.
A vivid flash of red filled the center of the screen. His glove.
The next instant, one of the arms of the cosmic overlord Boros twisted at an inhuman angle under the impact. It snapped. Flesh and energy sprayed outward.
Yet when Boros landed back on the wreckage-strewn floor, he didn't even glance at the severed limb. It was as if he couldn't feel the pain at all.
His single eye burned hotter than the purple lightning surrounding him. Madness. Exhilaration.
"To fight me… after I've released my power… and keep up like this…"
He breathed heavily, his voice grinding like metal scraping steel, yet filled with respect for the opponent before him.
"You're freakishly strong!!!"
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In the world of pirates.
"What… what kind of monsters are those?!"
"They're moving beyond my reaction speed!!!"
One of the Navy's highest combat forces, Admiral Kizaru—Borsalino—felt his pupils shrink behind his sunglasses. The speed Saitama and Boros had just displayed sent a chill straight through him.
It wasn't just "fast." It was near light-speed collision.
Even with the powers of the Glint-Glint Fruit, Kizaru's proud speed was only theoretically close to light-speed. In practice, his reactions and maneuverability fell short of that boundary.
But now he had witnessed two beings who broke physical limits with nothing but raw flesh.
The sheer gap was suffocating.
In Wano, Kaido of the Beasts narrowed his eyes.
"If that punch landed on me… it'd punch straight through my dragon scales. I'd be paste."
Especially that finishing blow from Saitama. When the blood-red glove filled his vision, Kaido almost felt as if a single word had been carved into it in iron—Extinction.
When the fist seemed ready to break through the screen itself, Kaido felt his soul nearly dragged out of his body by the pressure of death.
Meanwhile, in Mary Geoise, a ridiculous tragedy unfolded. Several Celestial Dragons died.
Cause of death?
Scared to death.
World Nobles who would mobilize an Admiral over a scratch… dropping dead from watching a video. It was the ultimate irony.
"Send an Admiral! Capture that bald freak!"
"I'll make him the lowest slave alive!"
"He scared my precious son to death!!!"
They screamed in ignorance, never realizing what kind of being they were trying to command.
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In another world, atop Dragon Tiger Mountain, the old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei watched in silence.
"Is this… the level immortality truly reaches?"
That world-shattering clash made even him feel fear.
Had Daoist ascension always just been… evolution to a higher battlefield?
Perhaps ascension was not the end. Just a ticket to a far crueler world.
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Back in the Hero Association headquarters of Saitama's world, Flashy Flash's handsome face twisted in shock.
"That speed… it's absurd! A paradox!"
Even after King and Genos had vouched for Saitama, most low-ranking heroes had dismissed it. A C-Class bald guy stronger than them? Impossible.
But now, watching Saitama and Boros fight like gods… their faces were frozen stiff.
King was right.
The thought flashed through them—only to be forcefully denied.
They would rather believe the video was edited than accept that the man they mocked could stand above them all.
Meanwhile, Tatsumaki merely snorted.
"If that bald idiot's only good at defending like this, he's not worthy of standing next to my sister."
Right as she said it, Saitama happened to walk into the meeting room and tilt his head.
"Who are you calling an idiot, brat?"
The air around Tatsumaki warped instantly.
Genos sighed to King. "Every time she shows up, Sensei's emotional fluctuations spike."
King thought: That line works everywhere.
King said aloud: "Yes… their destined rivalry is truly unbreakable."
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Back in the footage.
Despite losing an arm, Boros grew even stronger. His fists fell like a storm. Every blow carried world-breaking force.
Saitama's plain eyes spun at high speed, dissecting every trajectory.
Each planet-piercing strike was predicted perfectly.
Saitama spread his hands, leaving behind layers of afterimages.
Not a single punch slipped through.
The destructive force poured into his palms… and vanished like mud sinking into the sea.
Shockwaves exploded in the tiny space between fist and palm, vaporizing the surrounding metal.
Cracks spread like spiderwebs across the several-kilometer-wide ship.
And yet, Saitama's body remained unmarked. Not even a red bruise.
At last, Boros roared like a beast.
His severed arm had already regenerated through terrifying super-recovery. Faster. Stronger.
Still, Saitama only defended. His bare hands formed a wall tougher than any alloy.
Finally—
Boros seized a one-in-a-million opening.
A whip-like kick infused with dimensional force smashed into Saitama's arm, knocking him slightly off position.
Boom!
Boros flashed forward, compressing every ounce of power into a single punch that drove straight into Saitama's abdomen.
This time, Saitama's rock-like body moved.
For a split second, he seemed weightless—like a kite with its string cut—blasting backward.
He tore through twenty-meter-thick alloy pillars one after another before crashing into the ship's outer armor, embedded there in the shape of a human silhouette.
Dusty. Cape tattered and fluttering.
But Boros didn't stop.
Purple lightning surged as he charged.
At the final instant, he leapt high, channeling every last scrap of energy—every flicker of violet thunder—into his legs.
BOOOOOOM!!!
A cataclysmic explosion detonated inside the ship, surpassing nuclear energy.
The bloated dark matter warship collapsed from its core in a chain reaction.
Molten alloy sprayed like volcanic lava.
Tens of thousands of Dark Matter Thieves were erased before they could even scream.
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At Marine Headquarters, Fleet Admiral Sengoku stood frozen.
"Such power… that's godly."
Even if he unleashed his Devil Fruit to its fullest, he doubted he could survive that blow.
Garp, the Hero of the Marines, clenched his fists.
Against Black Blades or other top fighters, he would fight without hesitation.
But against Saitama and Boros?
He saw no chance. Not even one in ten thousand.
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In the angelic civilization of another universe, high-ranking angels watched intently.
"They're on the level of advanced gene warriors," one concluded. "At least third-generation divine bodies."
The earlier disdain had vanished. This was no low-tier civilization.
"....."