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As Saitama stared at his own body being hurled away, a long-buried flame ignited deep in his eyes.
Excitement.
It was the same feeling Boros must have felt upon finally encountering the one opponent in his destiny worthy of burning his life away for. And now, faced with this powerful foe who had appeared before him across time and space, Saitama was giving him his full attention in return.
On screen, Boros turned into a streak of light that tore through the air, catching up to Saitama, who was still flying backward at terrifying speed.
Afterimages overlapped.
Fists and kicks exploded like a mountain torrent, raining down on Saitama's body. Every blow carried enough force to make a soul tremble.
In that instant, Boros's body transformed into the coldest, most precise killing machine imaginable.
Fists. Feet. Elbows. Knees.
He used everything, slamming into that bald head and deceptively lean frame without mercy.
The shockwaves spilling off Boros carved deep trenches into the already devastated ground below.
Each strike was fueled by his entire life force.
Every punch that landed on Saitama detonated with a thunderclap that seemed to shake heaven and earth, as if space itself were groaning under the strain.
And with every impact, Saitama's flight path was violently redirected.
Which forced Boros to use his monstrous speed again, instantly chasing him down and continuing the assault.
Boom!
Boom boom!
BOOM BOOM BOOM!
The two figures tore across the sky, darting up, down, left, right, with no visible pattern.
To the onlookers, it looked like teleportation. An explosion here, then in the next blink, the clash would erupt miles away.
Those with weaker vision could only track them by the shredded trails in the sky where the air itself had been torn apart.
Boros, fully unleashed, was suffocatingly powerful.
Even someone as strong as Saitama now looked like a rag doll thrown at high speed, flung around the heavens along the trajectory of Boros's attacks.
Every path their bodies traced was marked by the total collapse of the ground below.
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!
As Boros vented his strength to its absolute limit upon Saitama, the terrifying energy stored inside him reached a boiling critical point.
"Convert all energy into propulsion!"
With a roar that seemed to shatter eardrums, the suppressed power inside him erupted completely.
Boros became a blazing blue-violet bolt of lightning, flashing and detonating across the sky.
Under that extreme barrage—
Saitama's body suddenly froze in midair, as if someone had pressed pause.
Visible rings of shockwaves rippled wildly around him.
Then the air itself shattered, forming countless cracks in the space surrounding his body.
"Push beyond the limits of life itself!"
"Go!"
Before the last word finished echoing, Boros had already appeared directly beneath Saitama.
All power—focused into a single point!
He drove his knee upward like an indestructible battering ram, smashing it viciously into Saitama's abdomen.
Bang!!!
Time seemed to stretch.
Every viewer could clearly see the torrent of purple energy inside Boros surge along his leg, slamming into Saitama in the cruelest way imaginable.
The glow of that purple shockwave outshone the afternoon sun.
Saitama's body rose inch by inch into the sky at a speed so slow it made the heart tighten.
The world itself seemed frozen.
Though his ascent looked sluggish, the background behind him shifted thousands of times in an instant, silently testifying to his true, terrifying speed.
In the blink of an eye, he pierced the atmosphere and shot into the darkness of space.
The camera followed the bald head as it flew. Soon, the viewers outside the screen saw Saitama, like a derailed meteor, hurtling straight toward—
The moon.
That ancient, silent wasteland.
Today, it welcomed an extremely violent guest.
Saitama crashed down like a descending celestial body, smashing into the moon's surface with unstoppable momentum.
In an instant, a massive crater—clear and bottomless—exploded across the gray expanse.
The Otherworld (The Outcast World)
"This… this is way too ridiculous!!!"
Zhang Chulan's throat felt dry and tight as he stared at the crater Saitama left on the moon. His voice trembled uncontrollably.
"So strong! They're both insanely strong!"
Bao'er could only offer that simple, blunt remark. She seemed unable to find any other words to describe the sheer horror of Saitama and Boros's power.
Mason sat silently to the side, one cigarette after another burning between his fingers. The ember at his fingertips barely had time to dim.
The sheer scale of that strength left him uneasy. They weren't even from the same world… but if immortals like Bao'er existed, who could guarantee monsters from that video wouldn't suddenly appear before them one day?
The World of Naruto
"This is insane!!"
Naruto Uzumaki finally snapped out of his daze. The Nine-Tails' chakra had already been withdrawn by Kurama.
"Hmph. So what?"
"I could reach that level too!"
"It's just a moon!"
Unlike Naruto's pure shock, Sasuke's eyes burned with envy and a craving for greater power.
In the Pure Land, Uchiha Madara's once-arrogant expression had dimmed considerably. The heaven-defying clash between Boros and Saitama had shaken even his confidence in his own strength.
The World of One Piece
On Sky Island, the self-proclaimed "God" Enel dropped his beloved golden apple without noticing.
He had once dreamed of going to the moon himself. Watching Saitama "land" there in such a savage fashion nearly scared him off his throne.
"If I call myself a god… then what kind of monsters are they?!"
His eyes bulged as if they might pop out at any moment. His mouth hung open wide enough to swallow a watermelon.
At Marine Headquarters, Sengoku and Garp had gone numb watching Saitama get kicked clean off Earth.
The abyssal gap in strength made comparison meaningless. Once they steadied their minds, even their fear of Boros faded, replaced by a detached, almost philosophical discussion of the fight.
Inside the massive crater he'd created, Saitama slowly stood up, still looking faintly puzzled.
He glanced at the blue planet before him, bent his knees slightly, then launched himself like a bullet infused with infinite momentum straight back toward Earth.
BOOM!
From the point where he stood, the moon's surface collapsed violently.
The entire moon trembled under the force of that single step. Nearly a third of its surface shattered.
It looked as if an invisible giant hand had pressed down, caving the moon inward.
The camera locked onto Saitama again. As he streaked toward Earth like a blazing meteor, viewers no longer felt shock.
Only numbness.
This man was a complete monster.
On Earth, Boros gazed at the circular cloud hole left in the sky where Saitama had been blasted away. A faint smile curled his lips.
In his eyes, the scales had tipped. Victory was his.
"Hm?"
Just as he was about to turn, he noticed a blazing speck at the horizon.
He looked up.
This time—
The calm in his eyes shattered, replaced by raw disbelief.
A bald man in a cape was descending from the sky, gaze blazing with determination, closing in at supersonic speed.
Impossible.
Boros's heart churned violently. He never imagined that after taking his full-power attack, Saitama would survive.
Even more unbelievable—
He looked completely uninjured.
RUMBLE!!!
Like a missile returning with a nuclear warhead, Saitama slammed down onto the wreckage of the spaceship, kicking up a sky-covering storm of dust.
Step. Step. Step.
Crisp, steady footsteps echoed from within the smoke.
A figure emerged from the haze.
"Oh? I'm back."
Saitama stepped out of the crater he'd made, even looking slightly relieved.
Being suddenly exposed to outer space and unable to breathe had honestly scared him. Thank goodness he'd made it back to Earth.
Boros stared at him in a daze. The shock in his eyes was instantly replaced by violent malice.
"This opponent… I must defeat him with everything I have!"
With a roar in his heart, Boros launched forward again.
After a brief burst of acceleration, he vanished once more. What greeted Saitama was an even faster, more savage barrage.
Saitama stood rooted in place like a mountain. He simply raised his arms.
And somehow, he blocked everything.
Bang!
Suddenly—
Saitama's right arm shot forward in a straight punch.
Boros froze.
His pupils shrank violently as he looked down at the red-gloved fist buried deep in his abdomen.
Bloodshot veins filled his eyes. A mouthful of blood burst from his lips.
BOOM!!!
The force of that single punch sent Boros flying backward like a struck bolt of lightning, leaving visible shockwaves rippling through the air.
He struggled to stabilize, slamming his feet into the ground. Even so, he skidded dozens of meters before finally stopping, carving deep trenches in the earth.
And yet—
Though blood dripped from his mouth, the smile on his face only grew wilder.
"Yes! That's it, Saitama! Only someone like you is worthy of me risking my life to defeat!"
He laughed maniacally.
But in the next instant, a figure appeared before him like a ghost.
"Consecutive Normal Punches!"
Saitama's fists moved faster than sound, faster than perception, pounding down like a storm.
Splurt!
Boros's body, like fragile tofu under billions of impacts, shattered and vaporized in an instant.
The Otherworld
"This… this is ridiculous! I can't even see the afterimages of his punches…"
Bao'er stared blankly at the screen, her brow twitching.
Mason sat off to the side and reached for his cigarette pack out of habit, only to find it empty.
He hadn't even noticed when he'd smoked the last one.
His hands were shaking slightly, and that tiny tremor gave him away. No matter how calm his face looked, his heart was anything but steady.
"Hey, hey, what are you all freaking out for?" Zhang Chulan suddenly shouted. "That Boros guy kicked the bald hero all the way to the moon with one punch! So what if he threw billions of punches in a second? You guys are making a mountain out of a molehill!"
He sounded loud and confident.
Except his voice wouldn't stop trembling.
Clearly, he was nowhere near as calm as he pretended to be.
The Naruto World.
Might Guy stared blankly at the scene of Saitama throwing his punch. A few seconds later, tears streamed down his face. Eyes shining, he turned to Rock Lee.
"Lee! My youth! Did you see that?!"
Rock Lee was already crying so hard his face was soaked. He nodded with all his strength and shouted at the top of his lungs, "I saw it, Guy-sensei!"
"That fist… overflowing with boiling youth!!! That bald caped hero is the ultimate role model for burning our youth to the fullest!!!"
The two of them burst into louder sobs, eyes flooding with tears as they threw their arms around each other and wailed like the world was ending.
"…Is that… really something a human can do?"
Tenten stood nearby, completely ignoring the overly passionate, slightly unhinged master-and-student duo. Her voice trembled as she asked the question no one else dared to say out loud.
Neji Hyuga said nothing.
But the way he clenched his fists tight enough to whiten his knuckles said everything. Inside him, emotions churned like a storm.
In the Pure Land…
Every departed soul watched in silence…
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