Meteoric Annihilation Final Punch

The ripples faded.

The two of them retreated at the same time.

Saitama took three steps back.

Boros took five.

For the first time, a trace of dark-red blood seeped from the corner of Saitama's mouth.

The fine crack in Boros's Stardust Armor had spread across his entire chest.

The two stared at each other.

The air was thick with the pungent smells of smoke and blood.

"Now I understand." Boros spoke with a trace of astonishment in his voice. "So this is the power of Serious Punch."

"I copied your power."

"But I'm still a little weaker than you."

His single eye shone astonishingly brightly.

"But it doesn't matter."

"One punch isn't enough."

"Then a hundred punches."

"A thousand punches."

"Ten thousand punches."

"Until a winner is decided."

Boros's voice fell.

His figure vanished from where he stood.

"Consecutive Serious Punches—"

Dark-gold and transparent fist-shadows intertwined and poured down like a torrential rain. Every punch carried exactly the same power as Saitama's Serious Punch. Each punch was faster, heavier, and fiercer than the one before it.

Saitama moved as well.

"Consecutive Serious Punches."

Transparent fist-shadows poured down like torrential rain. There was no excess light, no excess sound—only pure, colorless, intangible fist wind, colliding precisely with each of Boros's punches.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—

The two fists collided madly in midair.

They did not merely cross. They collided with millimeter-level precision. Saitama's right fist met Boros's right fist, his left with Boros's left, every punch clashing head-on along the same trajectory, at the same angle, and with the same frequency.

Shockwaves exploded outward in rings, one after another.

The center of the arena melted into a constantly expanding crater beneath the barrage of energy. Broken stones floated above the crater, torn apart by the two forces until they