Boros, in his Meteoric Burst state, tore through the air.
Turning into a searing white streak of light, he punched toward King!
King had just raised his arm to block—
In that very instant.
Above their heads, beyond the frequently breached dome of the spaceship—
In the direction of the moon, an ominous red light flashed without warning.
King's peripheral vision sharply caught this scene.
Countless crimson cubes were rising from the lunar surface, forming some kind of massive and bizarre array.
This method of attack... Damn it!
Big Fool Paimon! What are you doing now?!!!
Alarm bells rang loudly in King's mind.
That was definitely not a natural lunar phenomenon.
It was the materialization of the Ruler of the Sky's clearance!
If Paimon became the Ruler of the Sky... then what happened to Lumine and Furina!!
King was Burning with anxiety.
Without hesitation, he took a heavy punch from Boros head-on.
Using the momentum to retreat, he shouted to the side without turning his head.
"Saitama!"
"Huh? Did you call me?"
The bald man, who had been watching the fight nearby and was getting bored, scratched his cheek.
"I'm leaving this place to you for now!"
"...Oh."
Upon receiving the response, King's leg muscles bulged.
The already dilapidated spaceship deck beneath his feet groaned under the immense stress.
It instantly caved downward, forming a massive crater!
Immediately afterward, he launched himself like a cannonball fired in reverse.
With a tremendous roar, he smashed through the top of the spaceship and turned into a streak of light.
He shot straight toward the sky at an incredible speed, his target clear—
The Moon!
"Taking over is fine..."
"But he was your opponent."
Saitama blinked his dead-fish eyes, looked at the direction King vanished, then looked at Boros, who was stunned by his opponent's sudden departure, and sighed helplessly, "Do you want to fight?"
Boros slowly withdrew his attacking stance.
His massive single eye gazed toward the direction King disappeared, filled with doubt.
He didn't believe a man like King would flee in the middle of a fierce battle.
Therefore, something extremely important must have happened, something he had to deal with immediately.
What was it?
Was there someone on Earth stronger than Boros?
Or was it... something else?
Boros's curiosity was piqued.
Fighting a powerful enemy was certainly his pursuit.
But a sudden change that could make such a powerful being rush off urgently,
was also worth investigating.
"Hmph..."
Boros looked at the bald man in front of him, who had a vacant expression.
His aura was loose, full of flaws, and he looked pitifully weak.
"I won't fight."
Boros's voice returned to its deep and indifferent tone, carrying a sense of condescending boredom.
"After fighting that man..."
He glanced at the heavily wounded S-Class Heroes around him.
Unconcealed contempt flashed in his single eye.
"Trash fish at your level can no longer pique my interest in the slightest."
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