Chapter 93: Fortunately, I Haven't Started Going Bald Yet
When that golden-glowing fist filled his vision once more, when his own fist was crushed with overwhelming force after a head-on collision, when that fist containing heart-palpitating power blew apart his neck...
Boros's headless body continued to throw punches, launching charge after charge, but his head had already been sent flying by a punch, a look of confusion flickering in that single crimson eye.
In this tense moment of a life-and-death struggle, for some reason, Boros felt an unprecedented calm, as if his state of mind had turned into a still surface of water at this instant.
The long river of time surged with colorful fragments of memory, and before he knew it, numerous images flashed through his mind—it was his long life.
Many years ago, Boros was born on his home planet, an extremely harsh environment where people had to constantly grow stronger just to survive.
Their race was naturally very powerful and possessed formidable self-healing abilities, which made them the strongest race in the nearby star system.
And Boros was the best among them, possessing self-healing abilities far beyond those of ordinary clansmen, and exceeding the limits of his race in terms of energy capacity.
The moment he released all the energy within his body, he could even directly level the entire surface of a planet.
Given the chance to strike the planet's core directly with all his energy, destroying an entire planet was not impossible.
Such a powerful Boros left his home planet after growing up and founded the Dark Matter Universe Pirates, constantly conquering within the vast and silent starry sky.
During his wanderings, he gained a large number of subordinates, including powerful generals like Melzargard, Geryuganshoop, and Groribas, making the name of the Dark Matter Universe Pirates resound throughout the stars.
As time passed, Boros gradually felt bored; he yearned to find an opponent to fight and made it the ultimate goal of the latter half of his life.
Upon learning that Earth had an opponent capable of fighting him, Boros did not hesitate to spend 20 years crossing numerous star systems to get here.
In mid-air, looking at the crimson blood splashing around him, Boros's eye rolled twice, and he suddenly had an epiphany.
Yes... the first half of my life was spent battling everywhere... the second half was spent wanting to find an opponent to fight... Everything in the world seemed to be receding, and Boros's eyes could no longer hold anything else; his pupils reflected the blonde man burning with violent Blood-Qi.
My life, perhaps, only existed for this battle with you.
Then, let me burst forth with the most dazzling brilliance of these long years; let me finally burn with abandon!!
Thousands of flesh buds sprouted simultaneously from the severed neck and the head, intertwining and fusing in an instant. Boros's head, which had been blown away, was reattached to his neck in the blink of an eye, and the energy fluctuations on his body grew increasingly violent.
"The purpose of my birth was to defeat you! Come! Let's fight to our heart's content! King!!"
Boros looked like a mad demon, his long pink hair dancing wildly in the Space, galloping at extreme speed amidst his roars, with a dazzling pink light trailing behind him, distorting space wherever he passed.
He appeared before King as if teleporting, and the strongest energy usable in his Meteoric Burst gushed out without reservation.
Originally, Boros had plenty of energy. Under the previous condition of constant heavy injury, if he had simply used it to heal himself while in Meteoric Burst, Boros could have lasted at least another ten minutes.
But now, Boros erupted his energy without reservation, completely disregarding whether he would lose momentum afterward; his desire for victory in this battle had surpassed his own life.
Or rather, he didn't care about victory, but enjoyed the process of the fight.
Feeling Boros's desperate burning, King's expression remained unchanged. A series of thunderous roars thrummed in his chest; the beating of the King Engine vaguely connected with heaven and Earth, as if the world were trembling along with the heartbeat.
He sensed the purity and madness in Boros's heart.
In that case... a slight curve appeared at the corner of King's mouth. He raised his fist again, and the crimson Blood-Qi burning on his body surged like a fire doused in oil, his strength rising another level.
Then I shall grant your wish!
With his physical attributes improved across the board once again, King took a single step forward, and the punch he threw casually was enough to kick up a shockwave spanning dozens of miles.
The moment their fists collided, King's fist shattered Boros's right fist with overwhelming force and punched a massive bloody hole directly through his chest.
However, Boros was completely indifferent. Facing a fatal wound that would kill an ordinary person, he didn't even need 0.1 seconds to restore himself before fiercely throwing his left fist.
King clashed fists again without hesitation. Boros's left fist immediately exploded into a mist of blood, with skin fragments and escaping energy flying everywhere.
But at the very moment their left fists collided, Boros's right fist was restored, and he launched another attack.
Thus, the two stood in place, clashing madly. Even though Boros's fist was easily shattered every time, and the irresistible attacks destroyed his body, he was still able to attack again.
Before he knew it, King's expression became increasingly strange.
He looked at Boros, who had abandoned defense in favor of super-fast self-healing, and the sight became more and more familiar.
This fighting style seems familiar... Damn! Isn't this me!
King remembered. When he had sparred with the Bald Demon King before, hadn't he relied on his formidable self-healing speed to survive simply because the difference in stats was too great?
Looking closely, it really was. Every one of Saitama's punches back then could shatter his arm, and now he was similarly shattering Boros's fist with every punch.
Oh no! I've become the Great Devil King!
During such a tense battle, King actually reached out to brush his golden hair, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, I haven't started going bald yet, otherwise I'd be in trouble...