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His swordsmanship, fast enough to cut through atoms, is the foundation of his status as the fourth S-class hero.
"hateful……"
Atomic Samurai gritted his teeth and once again narrowly dodged a sweeping kick by sidestepping.
A few drops of acid splashed onto the broken walls behind him, immediately corroding several bottomless pits.
He could sense that the knife was nearing its limit.
The vibrations transmitted through the blade grew weaker and weaker, a sign that it was about to break down.
Looking at Bang's figure standing not far away, having finished his attack, and then at his own disheveled state, an unprecedented sense of humiliation welled up in his heart.
As martial artists standing at the pinnacle, Bang was able to do it, but was he really going to be helpless just because his weapon was countered?
Groribas seemed to have lost his patience and decided to deliver the final blow to the tenacious swordsman.
"Game over!"
He let out a deafening roar, and acid was secreted at an unprecedented rate from the crevices of his carapace.
Soon, a surging wave, visible to the naked eye, formed in front of him and gathered on his arms.
He thrust his arms forward with a vengeance, and a massive wave of acid, over ten meters wide, carrying a terrifying force capable of melting steel, crashed down on Atomic Samurai!
"Ultimate Move: Acid Bullet Fist!"
This attack completely covered Atomic Samurai's dodge space, leaving him with no way to avoid it!
The shadow of death instantly loomed over Atomic Samurai.
As he gazed at the overwhelming green wave and felt the stench, his pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size.
However, in that life-or-death moment, the fear, resentment, and anger in his heart vanished without a trace, as if blown away by a gust of wind.
His state of mind reached an unprecedented clarity and tranquility.
He looked down and took one last look at the sword in his hand that was about to crumble.
He saw his own reflection on the blade, and he saw himself trapped in a predicament due to over-reliance on weapons.
“Yes…you’re right.” He murmured to himself, as if answering Gloribas, or perhaps speaking to himself.
"My sword is my shackles..."
"But it is precisely because of this constraint that I can continuously break through and surpass it!"
He slowly raised his head, the confusion in his eyes vanished, replaced by a resolute and madness that faced death head-on!
"The end of a sword should not be to quietly decay in its scabbard, but to complete its final mission in the most brilliant battle!"
He abandoned all defense and evasion.
Faced with the acidic wave that could melt him into nothingness, he gripped the knife, which had only a sliver of life left, tightly with both hands, and assumed a stance he had never taken before.
He rested the hilt of the knife against his waist, the tip of the blade slightly lowered, and all his strength, spirit, and will began to converge on this single point.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze at that moment.
"This strike is a funeral for this sword!"
"Secret Technique: Atomic Slash!"
This time, instead of unleashing hundreds of sword beams, he concentrated all his spirit, will, and power into this single strike.
He bravely drew his sword against the devastating wave of acid!
A silver light, too bright to be seen with the naked eye, flashed by like a shooting star streaking across the night.
The moment the blade came into contact with the acid, it began to melt at a speed visible to the naked eye!
From the tip of the blade to the body, it turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared into the sky in less than a second.
However, in less than a second, Atomic Samurai's sword intent had already broken free from the constraints of the sword.
The slash, condensed to its extreme, pierced through the acid's barrier, ignored the hard carapace, and struck Groribas's body directly.
Time seemed to stretch out at that moment.
Gloribas's forward momentum abruptly halted. The sneer on his face had not yet faded, replaced by utter astonishment and bewilderment.
He did not feel a violent impact, nor did he feel the tearing pain.
He only saw the swordsman standing quietly in the same spot, still in the posture of swinging his sword.
"what happened?"
He lowered his head in confusion, looking at his chest.
There was nothing there.
He used all his strength to see it clearly.
On his chest, from his left shoulder blade all the way to his right waist and abdomen, there appeared a white line thinner than a hair.
At first, it was just a line.
The next second, the line suddenly exploded!
"puff--!!!"
A horrific wound, several meters long and deep enough to expose bone, suddenly appeared on Gloribas's chest!
The wound was as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been cut in some incomprehensible way.
Green blood gushed out like a flood.
"Uh...ah...how...is this possible..."
Gloribas let out a painful and unwilling roar. His massive body could no longer maintain its position and fell heavily backward, smashing the ground and creating a huge crater.
His prized acid armor was utterly useless against the Atomic Slash, which embodied everything about Atomic Samurai.
On the battlefield, Atomic Samurai remained in a sword-wielding stance, panting heavily.
In his hand, all that remained was a bare knife hilt.
At the cost of sacrificing his beloved sword, which had been with him for many years, he finally dealt a decisive blow to this powerful Dragon-level monster!
What is an S-class hero?
That is the existence that stands at the pinnacle of humanity!
Chapter 77 Boros, the Cosmic Overlord
Lin Mo glanced at the bald man beside him. Saitama was brushing the dust off his clothes, as if he had just dealt with a minor character rather than a top executive under a cosmic overlord.
"Um... Saitama, shall we continue going in?" Lin Mo asked Saitama.
"Of course, the leader here seems to be very strong."
Saitama's eyes sparkled with a long-lost look of anticipation as he pointed to the end of the passage.
"Didn't that octopus monster just say that the strongest one is inside? The number one in the universe or something... Even though that guy is a liar, what if his boss is telling the truth?"
The passage wasn't long, and the two quickly reached its end.
Another enormous gate loomed before them, but this time, before they could get close, the gate slowly rose with a low rumble.
An indescribable, terrifying pressure leaked out from the crack in the door, instantly enveloping the two of them.
Lin Mo felt as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on him, making it incredibly difficult to even breathe.
At this moment, the "Emperor Engine" roared wildly at an unprecedented frequency.
This is the body's most instinctive reaction when faced with a powerful being.
The gates opened fully, revealing the magnificent throne room behind it, which resembled a temple.
In the center of the hall, a figure sat upon a massive throne made of alien metal.
He has one eye, short pink hair, and a unique suit of armor engraved with gorgeous gold patterns.
Even just sitting there quietly, the energy fluctuations emanating from him were suffocating.
He is the ruler of this fleet, the leader of the Dark Matter Pirates, and the overlord of the entire universe—Boros.
"Is it finally here?"
Boros slowly opened his eyes.
"Has Goryuganshup been killed...?"
Boros spoke slowly, his voice deep and magnetic, carrying the authority of someone long accustomed to a high position.
"It seems my top-ranking combatants can't even get you to warm up."
His gaze swept over the two of them.
He paused for a moment on Lin Mo, feeling the thunderous heartbeat and the oppressive aura emanating from him, and then his gaze slowly shifted to Saitama beside him.
In Boros's perception, Saitama was like a bottomless black hole.
On the surface, he appeared calm and composed, with no energy leakage. However, deep within that seemingly ordinary body lay a terrifying energy that even he found unsettling.
One displays its power outwardly, with an aura like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing; the other keeps its strength hidden, reserved yet not to be underestimated.
“Interesting… so interesting!”
Boros slowly rose from his throne. With each movement, the armor covering his entire body made a "crackling" sound, as if he was trying his best to suppress the terrifying power within him.
“My diviners once prophesied that on a distant Earth, there exists an opponent who is my equal and can bring a bit of fun to my boring life.”
"I have spent twenty years of my life traveling through countless galaxies to reach this barren planet."
His voice echoed in the hall, carrying both the majesty of a sovereign and the fervor of finding a kindred spirit.
"I never expected that there would be two people who could pose a threat to me!"
Boros's one eye scanned back and forth between Saitama and Lin Mo, but in the end, his gaze locked onto Lin Mo.
"But this unparalleled roar... this oppressive feeling that almost tears space apart... the person in the prophecy must be you! That blond man!"
In his view, Saitama, though powerful, was too reserved.
KING's domineering aura of unbridledly announcing his existence to the world is more in line with the image of his "arch-enemy".