Chapter 86 – The Strongest in the Universe vs. The Strongest on Earth
Boros practically teleported in front of King at a speed invisible to the naked eye, hurling a punch packed with colossal force. The golden armor covering his body looked all the more demonic under the violet glow.
A weaker Dragon-Level Monster would have been instantly turned to a mist of blood by that devastating blow.
King answered in kind, raising his own fist and meeting Boros' strike head-on.
The two fists collided mid-air. An invisible shockwave erupted outward from the point of impact, the tough deck of the ship beneath them exploding into a storm of shards.
The stalemate lasted less than 0.1 second before the clash was decided.
Boros' face changed; his fist had actually exploded from the impact, and he was sent flying back even faster than he'd come, slamming into a pillar with a thunderous crash.
"If this is all you've got, you'll still disappoint me—too weak."
King knew full well that Boros was far from done; even his own strength was still sealed beneath that armor.
He'd spoken only to provoke him, to force out greater power.
Frankly, I'm starting to understand how that guy Saitama feels… Right now, King stood almost unchallenged on Earth, second only to Saitama. Even Tornado, whose full burst could surpass Dragon, could be beaten easily once the Gate of Shock was opened.
Most importantly, though it was called the Gate of Shock, his monstrous regeneration meant King could keep the seventh gate open permanently if he wished, treating it as his normal state.
Boros struck the pillar, cracks webbing across his armor before it shattered to the floor in pieces.
Bare-chested, Boros rolled his neck with a sharp crack. Wild energy erupted across his skin, a blue pillar of light shooting sky-high.
Feeling the oceanic might inside him, he drew a deep breath, lightning-like energy dancing over his body.
Apparently in high spirits, Boros spread his arms and, meeting King's curious gaze, launched into a long speech:
"This armor wasn't to protect me—it was to restrain my power. My own energy is too vast; I limited myself to find a fight worth having.
I was bored. I conquered the Universe, swept through every corner, yet never found an equal.
Twenty years ago a prophet told me that on a planet called Earth there was someone who could match me. I spent twenty years crossing the stars to reach here.
And you haven't disappointed me. You're so strong that, while sealed, I'm not even worth a single exchange.
That punch of yours was excellent. Tell me, human—what is your name? I am Boros, Cosmic Overlord! The one who fights you!"
King didn't interrupt Boros' excited monologue; he let him finish.
It was a form of respect—cutting off another's life story is to deny everything they are.
When Boros asked, King's lips curled in a faint smile, his fierce face softening slightly.
Their three eyes met, and King answered plainly:
"On Earth they call me King—the strongest man on Earth."
Boros blinked, then threw his head back and laughed. His skin shifted to black and blue, pink hair whipping in the surge of power.
"Hahahahaha! King, the strongest on Earth? A fine name—come!"
The instant the words left him, Boros vanished, leaving only a crater where he'd stood.
In the next second he flashed in front of King, a tempest of blue fists raining down hard enough to obliterate the entire area.
King still didn't dodge; his own hands blurred into after-images as he traded blows with Boros while standing his ground.
Ten punches a second—ten, thirty, fifty!
Their speed kept climbing, the force behind each blow growing wilder, a storm of stray energy forming around them.
At last, in the middle of another exchange, Boros' fist and forearm exploded into a cloud of blood.
What power!
Boros' pupils shrank—he'd been in his released state, yet his arms had been blown apart so easily.
He tried to regenerate, but King gave him no chance.
A savage gust hit him; he looked up just in time to catch a crushing punch to the gut. Like a cannonball he shot backward, smashing through distant pillars and still flying on.
After tearing through a dozen columns, Boros finally stopped by planting a newly regrown hand against a pillar.
He spat out the blood in his throat; every injury healed in an instant. Surging Battle Intent made his power rise again.
"Hahaha! Splendid—come, let's keep going!"
A blue streak flashed through the Space as Boros laughed and lunged, lashing out with a powerful kick.
King raised an arm to block; a blue energy beam erupted from the impacting leg, melting everything it touched.
Even you won't shrug this off—what?!
From within the blue beam a fist shot out, twisting space itself, and smashed into his knee.
A titanic force snapped the leg in half, and another punch crashed into his forehead.
The blow was so mighty Boros' single eye bulged grotesquely, his whole face warping.
"Ugh—!"