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At this moment, every world across the dimensional multiverse had its eyes locked on the screen.
No one noticed the faint ripple of chakra stirring within Naruto beside Jiraiya.
Even he didn't seem aware of it.
The Naruto World
"If I forced the Eight Gates open all the way to the Gate of Death… even then… I probably wouldn't last a second against that monster."
Might Guy's voice was dry. His usual blazing passion had vanished. His eyes were glued to Boros, to that overwhelming aura of destruction spilling off him.
For the first time in his life, Guy felt genuine fear.
All his courage, all his fire, was crushed beneath that tidal wave of power.
"That's… the so-called Dominator of the Universe? That kind of strength is beyond terrifying."
Kakashi Hatake sucked in a breath. The Mangekyō Sharingan in his eye socket spun wildly, almost out of control, as if instinctively reacting to a threat beyond comprehension. The tomoe pattern twisted, deepening, warping.
The ninja world had, through certain forbidden technological experiments, developed a strangely advanced understanding of space.
They had always believed the universe to be an endless, silent void.
But now, a terrifying question crept into their minds:
If Boros exists…
Then how many more like him are out there?
Are there countless "cosmic tyrants" lurking in the darkness between the stars?
And one day, without warning… would one of them descend upon their planet?
The thought alone made the Konoha leadership shudder.
The Dragon Ball World
"Damn you… 'Dominator of the Universe'?!"
Vegeta's fists clenched so tightly the veins bulged across his arms. His eyes burned as he stared at Boros' blazing energy core on the screen.
That power.
He knew it.
Knew it well enough to understand a brutal truth:
Right now, he couldn't beat him.
For Vegeta, the Saiyan Prince whose very existence revolved around surpassing limits, that realization was humiliation.
"Just you wait! I swear I'll tear you apart one day and stand over you at the top!"
His roar nearly rattled the hull of the spaceship.
On the other side of the cosmos, Frieza smiled coldly.
"Boros… Dominator of the Universe, hm? How interesting."
There was genuine anticipation in his voice.
"I look forward to our pleasant little meeting."
With the instincts of a supreme combat species, Frieza could tell: Boros, having shed his armor and fully unleashed his power, was approaching the peak of Frieza's current form.
That made things exciting.
The One Punch Man World
"That guy was hiding this much power?!"
The S-Class Rank 2 hero, Tatsumaki, the Tornado of Terror, felt a bead of sweat slide down her temple.
On the screen, Boros crackled with purple lightning. His energy flared so violently it looked like it might burst out of the screen itself.
It was hard to reconcile that image with the same alien who had just been casually punched off his own ship.
"So… that damn C-Class bald guy was serious?!"
Her mind raced.
Was Boros holding back before? Intentionally suppressing himself during that fight?
"That's ridiculous. A C-Class hero facing something that can tear a planet apart? No way."
Bang—!
Tanktop Master slammed his palm against the conference table, cutting through the chaos in the room.
"This is at least a Dragon-level threat! No—God-level! And we sent a C-Class hero to face it?! That's a catastrophic failure by the Hero Association!"
"Shut up."
A sharp mechanical hum filled the room.
Genos' eyes glowed cold and bright as he locked onto the arguing heroes.
"You have no right to judge Sensei's strength."
His voice carried a chilling edge.
"If anyone here disrespects him again, I'll personally remove you."
A few heroes stiffened.
But Tatsumaki only snorted.
"You mean that Saitama guy? The one hanging around my idiot sister lately?"
Her gaze sharpened dangerously.
"You'd better warn him to stay away from her. Otherwise, when I deal with him myself, it won't be pretty."
Genos' fierce defense of Saitama clearly struck a nerve.
The tension in the room spiked.
Then—
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Heavy footsteps echoed like distant thunder.
The room went silent.
The symbol of the Hero Association. S-Class Rank 1.
King stood up.
His expression was calm. The legendary "King face" was unreadable.
"The monsters I supposedly defeated…"
His deep voice carried absolute weight.
"They were all Saitama's victories. I just happened to be there."
Silence.
Total silence.
The monsters credited to King were all top-tier threats that had pushed the Association to the brink.
If what he said was true…
Then that inconspicuous bald man—
Saitama—
Possessed power at least equal to the very peak of S-Class.
The revelation exploded like thunder in the conference room.
No one spoke.
Back to the Battle
On the screen—
Boros moved.
Purple lightning wrapped his body as destructive energy erupted outward. He became a blazing comet of death and launched himself at Saitama.
His punch tore through the air, powerful enough to pierce a warship.
It struck like lightning splitting the night sky—
Instant.
No delay.
No mercy.
BOOM—!!!
And yet—
Saitama casually raised one arm.
And blocked it.
With one hand.
As if it were nothing.
A catastrophic shockwave erupted from the point of contact. The force shredded the ship's interior, ripping debris and camera equipment into space.
Boros' pupils contracted.
In the same instant the shockwave burst outward, he withdrew his fist.
Then—
Bang!
Bang!
Bangbangbangbangbang—!!!
His arms blurred into afterimages. Supersonic punches rained down like a storm, so fast they erased their own trajectories.
But no matter how sharp, how brutal, how overwhelming the assault—
Saitama remained expressionless.
Each strike was deflected, parried, or absorbed with effortless precision.
Before countless watching eyes—
Their figures vanished.
Two streaks of blinding light clashed amid the shattered remains of the ship.
Raw.
Brutal.
Primal.
A battle between titans.
"....."