The battle between Boros and King entered a fever pitch.
The two figures constantly flickered and collided within the great hall.
Every exchange was like two meteors colliding head-on.
The resulting shockwaves further tore apart the already dilapidated spaceship.
Metal fragments fell from the ceiling like rain, only to be ground into powder by the next wave of air pressure.
Boros's punches and kicks carried a torrent of deep blue energy, each strike capable of easily blasting through mountains.
King's response, however, appeared exceptionally "concise."
There was no dazzling release of energy, no complex variations in technique.
Just the most basic punches, palms, elbows, and knees.
But with every move, the timing, angle, and power were precise to a suffocating degree.
It was as if he had long since seen through all of Boros's attacks.
Bang!
Another head-on collision!
Time seemed to freeze for a split second.
And then—
"Click!"
The crystal-clear sound of bones snapping, mingled with the roar of energy, was exceptionally piercing.
Boros's right arm bent at a bizarre angle.
Ghastly white bone fragments pierced through the skin, and blood sprayed out!
His body was swept sideways by that ferocious kick.
Like a baseball hit out of the park, he once again crashed through the walls.
"He actually... broke it?"
Not far away, Tatsumaki, who was barely using Psychokinesis to protect herself and the wounded while nervously watching the battle, had her pupils shrink.
King's fighting style seemed crude, but in reality, it was refined to the extreme.
Boros steadied himself, not even glancing at his broken right arm.
"Hahaha..."
"To think you could fight me to such an extent even after I've released my power!"
He laughed wildly, his heart thumping violently within his chest.
The deep blue light patterns across his body suddenly brightened!
Pshhh—!
A large amount of blood suddenly gushed from the wound on his severed arm.
Accompanied by the convergence of energy.
The muscles, bones, and nerves at the wound site writhed frantically like living creatures!
Almost in the blink of an eye.
A brand-new, undamaged arm extended from that gruesome wound.
And there wasn't a single trace of injury to be seen!
Boros smiled casually and looked at King, who remained expressionless on the opposite side:
"You are truly strong."
"I'm alright."
King shook his wrist, his tone flat.
That "posturing" attitude left the spectating S-Class Heroes with complicated feelings.
"Ho~"
Boros smiled, unbothered.
"Again!"
As the words fell, his figure vanished once more.
This time, the speed was even faster, and the power even fiercer!
The newly grown arm tore through the air, carrying an unstoppable, violent momentum as it aimed straight for King's face!
King's eyes narrowed slightly as he stepped aside, moved forward, and twisted his waist—
His right hand, fingers joined like a blade, sliced through!
Squelch—!
The sound was like a hot knife cutting through grease.
Boros's newly regenerated arm.
Was severed at the shoulder!
The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and deep blue energy gushed out uncontrollably like a fountain.
For the third time, Boros was sent flying by the massive force, violently crashing through several remaining metal pillars and plowing a long trench through the smoke and dust.
He quickly stood up from the ruins.
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