"…Lord Boros is the leader of the Dark Matter Thieves, the supreme ruler of the galaxy! In this starry sky, he is an invincible being! No matter who the enemy is, they will all ultimately fall before Lord Boros!"
He didn't look like a good guy, but no one expected Groribas to be such a die-hard fanboy of Boros.
According to him, Boros was a war god among war gods—the strongest warrior who had never known defeat across the cosmos!
And yet, such an invincible existence had spent twenty whole years chasing down a prophecy.
Crossing endless space to reach Earth, his only true goal was to fight the warrior spoken of in the prophecy.
When the heroes heard Groribas's explanation, they had to admit their own imaginations were far too limited. No matter how hard they racked their brains, they never could have guessed that the aliens' purpose would be this bizarre.
"After your leader finishes his battle with Swift Flash, will you leave Earth?"
Zombieman asked cautiously, holding out a sliver of hope. It wasn't that he didn't trust Kizaru, but Groribas's bragging was just too excessive.
And Boros's performance so far had been truly astounding—the continuous sonic booms exploding in the sky were proof enough of that.
While Kizaru's displayed power had shocked everyone as well, he was, after all, a newly promoted S-Class hero. No one could say for sure that he, the so-called warrior of prophecy, could truly defeat the alien overlord.
"We don't need to care whether they leave or not as long as we just wipe them all out!"
Tatsumaki snapped, annoyed. Kizaru was trading blows with this so-called galactic overlord on equal footing, and even this slime-like creature had admitted it—Kizaru was the warrior of prophecy they were seeking.
And yet the S-Class heroes still couldn't muster a shred of faith in him. Unbelievable!
"Heheheh… We're the infamous Dark Matter Thieves! Once Lord Boros kills the warrior of prophecy, we'll naturally destroy this damned planet!"
Groribas growled maliciously.
He didn't exactly consider Geryuganshoop and Melzargard close companions, but they were the top-ranked combatants of their crew.
And these damned locals had the nerve to trap him and continuously set him on fire. Even just out of spite, he was determined to convince Lord Boros to annihilate every single native lifeform on this planet.
"Now that is some truly terrible news…"
Atomic Samurai shook his head. Ignoring the filth of the ground beneath him, he sat down and closed his eyes, silently gathering his sword energy.
For a true swordsman, the closer death loomed, the more they had to trust in the blade they carried.
If Flashy Flash won, that would be best. But if not, he would at least strike the most glorious blow of his life against the strongest enemy he had ever faced. That would be enough to fulfill his life as a swordsman.
His three disciples followed suit, sitting down beside him to begin their own mental preparations.
"There has to be something we can do! Think! Think of something!"
Child Emperor scratched his head furiously, pulling out one weapon after another from his backpack: remote-controlled tanks with firepower matching real artillery, missiles capable of leveling entire buildings, even Gundam-style mechas equipped with ship-cutting swords.
But the current crisis was unprecedented. All these tools—powerful enough to easily crush Demon-level monsters and even stand a chance against Dragons—were nothing but toys before Boros.
"Digest… digest… running speeds up digestion…"
Pig God, in a rare turn of events, actually stopped eating. He stood in place, dazed for a long while, and then suddenly started running like mad—apparently hoping that by quickly digesting his food, he could reach peak condition and eat Boros when the time came.
"My muscles should be fine… right?"
Superalloy Darkshine flexed his steel-hard muscles and looked up at the sky, where Boros and Kizaru continued to clash in a battle to the death. For some reason, a wave of unease passed through his heart.
He had only become an S-Class hero to prove the results of his training. But in the face of such a terrifying enemy—and a global crisis of extinction—Superalloy Darkshine just couldn't summon the courage.
"My training still isn't enough…"
Tanktop Master clenched his fists bitterly. He was already an S-Class hero, yet all he could do now was stand behind others in the face of such a powerful foe.
"Would it be too late if I called Master Saitama now…?"
Genos glanced hesitantly at the contact info on his phone. His master was probably still busy training other heroes right now, and the distance between City A and City B wasn't too far. With just one call, Saitama could arrive in no time.
But wouldn't calling now seem like he didn't trust Swift Flash?
After several moments of hesitation, Genos ultimately decided not to make the call.
He chose to believe in Saitama's judgment.
If even his master acknowledged how powerful Flashy Flash was, then what reason did he have to doubt it?
Fubuki, who had already stepped out from the safety of her hiding place, was now watching the fierce battle erupting in the sky.
Unlike the other S-Class heroes who were fighting to protect their home, only Fubuki knew that Kizaru wasn't even a native of this world. Technically speaking, even if Boros destroyed Earth, it had nothing to do with him.
And yet, faced with the terrifying threat of the Dark Matter Thieves, Kizaru still stepped forward without hesitation.
To Kizaru, it was mostly because he wanted a strong opponent to spar with—but in Fubuki's eyes, he was doing it for her. That's why he was fighting Boros.
Watching the two titans clash in the sky, their powers so evenly matched, Fubuki couldn't help but risk danger to come out and pray for divine protection—for him.
Meanwhile, Kizaru, still floating high in the sky, had no idea a group below was worrying about whether he'd lose to Boros.
He was too busy relishing the long-lost thrill of battle. It had been ages since he'd fought anyone even remotely worth his time.
Back when he first crossed over into the One Piece world as a child, Kizaru had already sent pirates in the nearby seas fleeing in terror. Only pirate captains with some real reputation could make the prodigious Kizaru feel like he was actually in a fight.
When he entered the Navy Academy, not even the instructors could pose a challenge. Only Zephyr—who at the time had just become the youngest admiral in history—was capable of keeping the young "monster" Kizaru in check.
Freshly graduated, it took less than a year before young Kizaru became known among pirates as a "Navy monster." Even pirates with bounties over 100 million were nothing in front of him.
Only the legendary pirates—those who had been making waves for decades—could still make his blood boil in a fight.
When he shattered Zephyr's record and became the youngest Vice Admiral ever, it was only Admiral Candidate DeLocas—who coveted Kizaru's Devil Fruit powers—who could apply any real pressure on him.
By defeating Delocas and capturing several notorious New World pirates in succession, Kizaru smoothly surpassed Zephyr's record and became an admiral faster than anyone before him.
Even legends like Whitebeard and Roger no longer gave him that life-or-death rush he used to crave.
Ignoring the "lazy years" before joining the Dimensional Chat Group, in many ways, Kizaru and Boros were mirror images of each other.
The difference? Boros went mad from the stagnation, clung to a prophecy, and crossed the galaxy over twenty years to find a worthy opponent on Earth.
Kizaru, ever the womanizer, chose to play the dandy—using pleasure to blind himself from the emptiness inside.
"It's not over yet!"
Boros, fully immersed in this long-awaited battle, didn't notice Kizaru spacing out.
Kizaru's strength was everything Boros had dreamed of for years. Even the previously half-serious Kizaru was now slowly getting pulled in by the intensity of Boros's fighting spirit. Every blow he delivered was heavier than the last.
Boros could feel the pressure mounting, but he wasn't angry or afraid—in fact, this was exactly what he'd been yearning for.
"Light-Speed Divine Kick!"
As his leg struck out, Kizaru suddenly realized—at some point, he had begun using more than sixty percent of his full strength.
Had he used this same kick during their first encounter, Boros, in his suppressed state, would've been instantly obliterated.
Even in his Energy Release form, Boros might not survive it.
"Hraaah!"
Boros let out a furious roar, choosing not to dodge—he charged in and swung his fist head-on.
That indestructible punch, supercharged by raw energy, unleashed terrifying power. If it landed on Hero Association HQ, it would probably level the entire building—underground bunker included.
But in the face of overwhelming force, no matter how strong the will or fighting spirit, it ultimately made no difference.
BOOM… KA-BOOM!
The biggest shockwave of their entire battle exploded in the sky. The resulting storm winds knocked the heroes on the ground off their feet—Fubuki, being the weakest among them, was nearly blown away entirely.
And that was just the aftershock coming down from several thousand meters in the air. If a normal person were directly beneath Boros and Kizaru's fight, they'd be turned into red mist on the spot.
Several S-Class heroes, whose vision or observation abilities were the sharpest, were frantically trying to figure out what had just happened.
It wasn't until Groribas—who had endured hours of being roasted without a peep—suddenly let out a horrific scream that they finally saw clearly: Kizaru was still floating in the sky, completely unharmed.
And the mighty space pirate emperor, supreme ruler of the galaxy—Boros—was now reduced to a half-mangled body barely connected to his own head.
"Wanna call it here?"
Kizaru hovered in the air, one foot lightly tapping on the atmosphere itself as he used Moonwalk to stay afloat.
He eyed Boros's remains with a curious expression. He could sense that Boros's stored energy was almost gone—maybe 30% of his peak strength at best.
For anyone else, having only half a torso left would mean instant death. But Boros's regenerative abilities and vitality were beyond absurd—even more tenacious than a cockroach.
Even when Saitama had pummeled him into pulp with a barrage of normal punches—leaving only a single eye behind—he still regenerated back to full form.
So by comparison, this was just a minor injury. With a bit of rest, he might be fully healed by tonight.
"Hoo-hahaha! Incredible! This battle… this battle I've dreamed of! There's no way I'd let it end now! RAAAGHHH!"
Panting heavily, Boros released the last reserves of energy he'd stored over the years. His mangled body rapidly regenerated again—fully restored.
Watching Boros rise again, time after time without fail, Kizaru had a fleeting moment of doubt—like he was the villain here.
"You're giving it everything you've got… if I held back now, that'd just be disgraceful. So then…"
"Let me show you—what the enemy you've long awaited should look like!"
Kizaru changed his mind. Initially, he'd wanted to spare Boros, hoping to bring him into the Pirate World via the Dimensional Chat Group, to use him as a probe—to see if Imu was hiding some deeper power.
But now… that idea felt like an insult to Boros's determination. Even if he somehow survived, that wasn't the outcome Boros wanted.
"You've gotta be kidding me…"
Just as Boros had finished regenerating, he watched wide-eyed as Kizaru erupted into blinding radiance—as if a solar god had descended from myth itself.
Good looks meant nothing to Boros—he had slain countless self-proclaimed gods worshipped by primitive civilizations across the stars.
The problem was the energy Kizaru was now releasing—it was so immense that even Boros, born with the ability to manipulate energy, felt a primal, involuntary fear.
As the battle-hardened ruler of the galaxy, Boros feared no enemy's strength. But this wasn't fear of the mind—it was his body reacting instinctively, completely beyond his control.
"Phew… Haven't gone all-out like this in so long, feels kinda weird…"
Bathed in pure light, Kizaru casually rolled his neck, the joints cracking with audible pops.
Even before joining the Dimensional Chat Group, he had the habit of suppressing his strength—keeping it around the same level as Sakazuki and Kuzan.
That was to avoid drawing unwanted attention from the World Government and the Five Elders. It wasn't until he gained a Stand and his power skyrocketed that he began cautiously revealing the strength he'd long kept hidden.
The goal was simple: test how the World Government and the Five Elders would react. By then, he had a plan, and didn't fear a sudden reality-warping attack from Imu anymore.
But the growth from obtaining the Stand was so fast, even Kizaru himself wasn't sure just how strong he'd become now.
From nameless space pirate to galactic overlord, Boros had fought countless powerful foes on his way to the top.
But even at his weakest, not a single one had ever made him feel this kind of overwhelming pressure.
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