Inside the spaceship.
Lin Mo glanced at the bald man beside him; Mr. Saitama was dusting himself off, as if he had just dealt with a mere extra, and not a top-tier executive under a Lord Boros, the Dominator of the Universe.
"Um… Mr. Saitama, should we keep going further in?" Lin Mo asked Mr. Saitama.
"Of course. The leader here seems very strong."
Mr. Saitama's eyes gleamed with a long-lost anticipation. He pointed to the end of the corridor.
"Didn't that octopus monster just say it? The strongest one is inside. Something about 'the strongest in the universe'… Even if that guy was a liar, what if his boss is telling the truth?"
The corridor was not long, and the two quickly reached its end.
Another massive gate stood before them, but this time, before they could even approach, the gate slowly rose with a low rumble.
An indescribable and terrifying Intimidation leaked from the gap in the door, instantly enveloping the two.
Lin Mo felt as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on him, making even breathing incredibly difficult.
The Emperor Engine roared frantically at an unprecedented frequency at this moment.
This was the body's most instinctive reaction when facing a powerful existence.
The gate fully opened, revealing a magnificent throne hall behind it, like a divine temple.
In the center of the hall, on a colossal throne made of alien metal, sat a figure.
He had a single eye, short pink hair, and unique armor adorned with intricate golden patterns.
Even just sitting there silently, the energy fluctuations emanating from him made one feel suffocated.
He was the ruler of this fleet, the leader of the Dark Matter Thieves, the Dominator of the Universe—Boros.
"Have you finally arrived?"
Boros slowly opened his eye.
"Groribas has been eliminated, huh…"
Boros spoke slowly, his voice deep and resonant, imbued with the authority of one long accustomed to power.
"It seems my top-tier combatants couldn't even give you a warm-up."
His gaze passed over Mr. Saitama in front, precisely locking onto the blond man behind him, who was rigid all over, his heart thundering like a drum.
"This unparalleled roar… this astonishing oppressive feeling…"
Boros slowly rose from the throne. With every movement, the armor covering his entire body emitted an ear-grating "clank," as if struggling to suppress the terrifying power within him.
"My diviner once prophesied that on a distant Earth, there exists an opponent who could rival me, one who could bring a touch of amusement to my boring life."
"For this, I spent twenty years, traversed countless star systems, and came to this barren planet."
His voice echoed through the hall, carrying the majesty of a world ruler and a hint of fanaticism at finding a destined rival.
"You haven't disappointed me, indeed! It's you! The blond man! State your name, you who are worthy of Boros personally crushing!"
Boros's single eye stared intently at Lin Mo, battle intent erupting like a volcano.
In his eyes, Lin Mo's earth-shattering Emperor Engine was the best proof of his unfathomable strength.
As for the bald man next to him, with his ordinary aura and vacant expression, he was once again ignored.
Lin Mo's mind went blank.
Again? Why are the thought processes of these aliens so peculiar?
He could feel the opponent's gaze piercing him like a sharp sword, causing him waves of pain.
He wanted to explain, wanted to evade, but under that world-destroying Intimidation, he couldn't even move a single finger, only able to maintain his "stoic" face motionless.
"Um, I'm saying…" Mr. Saitama scratched his head, trying to get the other's attention, "Maybe…"
"Silence, ant!"
Boros's gaze didn't even waver. An invisible surge of energy erupted from him, directly sending Mr. Saitama flying and slamming him hard against the wall behind.
"While I am conversing with this true strong one, there is no place for you to interrupt. Once I deal with him, I will clean up you small fry."
Boros took a step forward, and the ground beneath him instantly cracked. The entire spaceship shook violently.
"Come, blond strong one! Release all your power, and let me witness the incredible might that your astonishing roar can unleash!"
Lin Mo felt his soul was about to leave his body.
He watched with wide eyes as the one-eyed Dominator of the Universe began to glow with dazzling energy, a power a hundred times stronger than before gathering within him.
Just then, a leisurely voice came from the side.
"Ouch, that hurt. Seriously, why is everyone so rude nowadays?"
Mr. Saitama walked out of the indentation in the wall, dusting himself off, a hint of displeasure on his face.
Although that blow hadn't hurt him, being ignored and knocked away like that still made him a little annoyed.
Boros's movements paused slightly. He finally turned his surprised gaze to the bald man.
He knew very well the power of his previous attack. Even if it was just a casual blow, its power was formidable.
And this man before him was completely unharmed?
"Oh?" A flicker of interest crossed Boros's single eye.
"A bit interesting. To withstand my attack unscathed, you ant, are not entirely useless. Very well, I shall make an exception and deal with you first."
With that, his figure flickered, instantly vanishing from his original spot.
The next second, he reappeared before Mr. Saitama, his armored heavy fist, carrying terrifying power, fiercely striking towards Mr. Saitama's cheek!
In Lin Mo's eyes, Boros seemed to have teleported.
However, facing this earth-shattering punch, Mr. Saitama merely raised his hand, moving later but arriving first, casually catching Boros's fist.
"Bang!!!"
A dull, extreme roar, as if two great mountains had violently collided.
A visible white shockwave spread wildly outwards from the two!
The entire throne hall had its ceiling instantly torn off by this shockwave, and massive, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the sturdy alloy walls.
Lin Mo was blown backward by the wind pressure, slamming hard against a distant wall, almost blacking out.
The dust settled.
Mr. Saitama was seen holding Boros's fist with one hand, standing steadily in place, the ground beneath his feet completely undamaged.
In contrast, Boros's arrogant, world-ruling expression had vanished, replaced by an expression of incredible shock.
"Ho… how is this possible?"
Boros tried to pull back his fist, only to find the other's hand clamped onto him like an iron vice.
His proud strength had failed to cause even a ripple in front of the other party.