Just as the grueling battle on the ground was drawing to a close with the Bald Demon King joining in, Allen and Boros's battle in space had also reached its final stage.
More precisely, the latter had already squeezed out every last bit of energy his cells could produce, releasing a dazzling radiance like an erupting meteor.
Although there was no air in space, so no matter how violent the explosion, there would not be the slightest sound.
The ecstatic expression on Boros's face nevertheless made it easy to see just how excited and delighted he was. Even if it meant drastically shortening his lifespan, he did not care.
Because this was the first time since his birth that he had encountered an opponent he could not easily defeat even with his full strength.
For a battle maniac, nothing could have been more joyous than this.
On the other side, because Allen's combat mentor had been that freak Hisoka, he was able to understand the mindset of people like Boros.
After all, back then, Hisoka had brushed past Death more than once just to enjoy the thrill and exhilaration of battle. Being severely wounded or crippled had been practically commonplace.
Yet after recovering from his injuries, he would still tirelessly seek out stronger, more perfect opponents.
After all, that was the entire meaning of his life.
But Allen was different. Although he too enjoyed the thrill brought by battle, he would never regard it as the entirety of his life.
Quite the opposite!
Only when slaughtering those who called themselves gods did he feel an inexplicable excitement and urge.
It's time to give this cosmic overlord a dignified ending...
Noticing Boros's aura beginning to weaken, Allen understood there was nothing left worth anticipating. He instantly swung his fist, punching Boros