BOOM!!
BAM!
With a deafening blast, Jovian took Boros's punch and shot straight out of the atmosphere, his body slamming into the Moon above Earth.
In an instant, the already crater-riddled lunar surface cracked apart, spiderwebbing with countless fissures.
Just as Jovian lay on the Moon and started to push himself up, Boros—now in Meteoric Burst mode, his body wrapped in overflowing energy and lit with a fierce glow—had already arrived in front of him.
"This isn't over, Jovian!"
Boros roared inside his own mind as his fist crashed into Jovian's face.
Blood spilled from Jovian's mouth. That blow landed hard.
"Bad!"
But even with a clean hit, Boros didn't relax for a second. His eyes sharpened instead.
The moment he realized his attacks were working, Boros unleashed a nonstop barrage—countless fists pounding into Jovian's body.
His punches were so dense they became a wall. He couldn't afford to slow down. The second his tempo dropped, Jovian's injuries would heal.
In just a handful of seconds, Boros forced his body to throw an absurd number of punches—so many that the afterimages flickering through the vacuum looked like some speedster unloading a near-light-speed combo, like The Flash cutting loose for real. And when those sublight blows landed on Jovian, they instantly turned him into a shredded mess of blood and tissue.
Even the Moon behind Jovian couldn't endure it. Under Boros's endless fists, it fractured, broke apart, and crumbled into debris.
"Is it decided…?"
Boros stared at the Moon he'd just destroyed, feeling his heart hammer as he thought it through.
But the Moon breaking apart didn't mean Jovian would break apart with it.
Jovian's body—hardened through brutal training—wasn't something a mere Moon could compare to.
His mangled form floated in space, healing at a visible speed…
"Still not done?"
Boros watched Jovian keep regenerating, and the pressure in his chest doubled.
Meteoric Burst was like a human doing extreme anaerobic exercise—he couldn't hold it forever. If he maintained this state too long, it would damage his heart badly, maybe even shorten his lifespan.
But…
"Hahahaha…"
"Good. This is exactly how it should be!"
Boros screamed with excitement in his mind. This was the opponent he'd been longing for—someone strong enough to force him to go completely serious.
With that thought, Boros erupted again with earth-shaking energy. He slapped a hand over Jovian's face, then rocketed through the Moon's debris, shooting toward Venus—closer to the Sun.
Boros became a blazing red streak, bursting with energy like a rocket with limitless fuel. With his hand still clamped on Jovian's face, he forced them straight through Venus's atmosphere and drove Jovian into the planet's surface.
BOOM!
A shockwave exploded across Venus like a small asteroid impact.
A massive mushroom cloud surged upward in an instant, like it might punch through the atmosphere itself.
And that disaster was only the beginning…
BOOM!
A few seconds later, another violent blast—Boros, wreathed in pink flames, shoved Jovian and launched them back out of Venus.
"Still not dead?"
Boros stared at Jovian and weighed it in his mind, then lifted his gaze toward the great cradle of life.
"Then there's no choice… I'll use the power of the star that nurtures your world to erase you."
A new plan formed.
Boros seized Jovian again, turning into a red streak as he charged straight toward Earth's life-giving star—the Sun.
When Boros and Jovian reached it, the Sun's scorching heat seared every cell in their bodies.
"I know the surface temperature won't kill you," Boros thought, his mouth curling upward, "but I also know nothing survives in the Sun's core. This fight is over."
He pushed Jovian through the Sun's surface and kept driving deeper, deeper, until they finally stopped at the center.
"…"
Jovian stayed silent.
At the Sun's core—where the temperature soared to fifteen million degrees Celsius—his face twisted, like he was in unbearable agony.
"Hahahaha…"
"Suffer! Hurt!"
"Even I can't live in this environment for long!"
"You backwater-planet native—you did well!"
Boros laughed inside his own head. Even for him, entering the core meant he had to divert power just to resist the heat—so his energy would drain even faster.
But it didn't matter.
All he had to do was leave the core before Jovian died.
"…"
Jovian wore a pained expression as he listened to Boros's thoughts through telepathy. Inside, he felt nothing—if anything, he almost wanted to laugh.
If Boros wanted to kill him in the Sun, then fine.
They'd compare.
The moment Jovian decided to commit to the act, his performance was so convincing it was like an Oscar-winning actor on opening night—every expression screaming pure misery.
"Looking at you… you won't last five minutes," Boros thought, absolutely certain. "This victory is mine. The Dominator of the Universe wins again."
Half an hour later…
"…"
Boros stared at Jovian, who was still struggling, and felt something go numb inside him.
"Still not dead? I'm running out of energy… Is his species just insanely tough?!"
Boros kept thinking, trying to make it make sense.
Hearing it all, Jovian pressed the advantage—he made his expression look even worse, and deliberately suppressed his own regeneration so his body appeared more ruined and broken.
"Yeah… he's almost done," Boros decided. "Just wait."
Since the Sun already forced him to burn massive energy just to exist here, Boros didn't want to waste more on extra attacks. Instead, he clung to Jovian, keeping him pinned—making sure Jovian couldn't fly out of the core.
He planned to let the Sun do the killing.
Another hour passed…
Jovian's face was still contorted, still "hanging on," but Boros's aura was visibly fading, his body starting to tremble.
"Don't tell me…"
Even Boros couldn't ignore it anymore.
"Hey, Boros~! You were having a great time beating on me earlier, huh? So how much strength have you got left now?"
Jovian's voice echoed inside Boros's mind.
At this point, Jovian couldn't be bothered to keep pretending.
Cards on the table: the Sun's core felt like a hot shower to him. An hour in here was nothing. Honestly, he could crank out a few hundred million push-ups in the Sun's core while casually singing "Here Comes the Sun."
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