Chapter 72 - Pure Strength Build

Chappy 72 - Pure Strength Build

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"IM…POSSI…BLE!!" A tentacle alien screamed in disbelief when he realized that his head was punched into oblivion.

The alien squirmed around as he tried to survive the impossible, oh how futile that was because the lack of head had sentenced him to death and even the death's door had appeared in front of him.

In less than a few seconds, the alien stopped moving and the frantic tentacles loosen their grips on the ship. 

While Saitama looked at him from afar, watching the dramatic event unfolding.

"Are you the boss?" Saitama turned his head away from the corpse and lazily looked at the one sitting on a massive throne.

However, rather than answering his question the alien instead just watched him in silence.

"Are you the prophesied enemy?" A one-eyed alien looked at his visitor from his throne, unfazed by the previous fight that took place here. 

Weirdly, the alien had a smirk on his face watching as the baldy creature approached him even though he had killed his most trusted subordinate.

"What enemy?" Saitama was confused and entirely behind on this whole prophesied enemy.

The alien left his seat and strolled towards him, his smile getting wider as time went on, seeing that the planet's aboriginal people weren't scared of him in the slightest.

*step*

*step*

Silence engulfed the room as the alien didn't say anything and Saitama was waiting for him to answer.

It was only after they stood meters away that the alien stopped moving.

"There's this prophecy I've heard from a renowned seer, saying that I will meet my match here on this planet, and it seemed he was right." The alien stood in place and threw a tidbit about him. "So, let me hear the name of the one prophesied to fight me."

This greatly confused Saitama, who did not know what he was expecting to hear from an alien.

 At least, he was not expecting that he would go on a long rant about a prophecy.

"I am Boros, the Dominator of the Universe." The alien, Boros introduced himself. "I hope you are worth the time."

Boros stood there with a smile, looking imposing with his thick layer of armor that was seemingly made of bones. 

On his back was a cape that was kept in place by four sharp spikes that came out of his back, giving off a prickly feeling to whoever laid their eyes on him.

With Saitama being the only exception.

"I am Saitama, a hero for f-- A professional hero." Saitama coughed and introduced himself, before fading out of existence. "But really, you came here just because of a prophecy? You have more free time than me."

*POW!*

*BHANG!!*

The air within the ship exploded as an imposing red glove suddenly appeared in front of Boros' stomach. 

Before the punch could even land on the target, the world around it had been shaking greatly simply because of the force contained within Saitama's stroll forward.

Boros was caught off guard and only reacted when the punch was inches away from him, and felt his body getting launched backward when the immeasurably painful punch landed on his guts.

*CRACK!*

This time, the interior of the ship was cleaned off by the impact. 

Widening the already large throne room by threefold, revealing more empty rooms all around them.

*GAHHAHAHAHA!! THIS IS IT! THE FEELING I HAVE BEEN CRAVING FOR!" Boros' laugh rang through the ship, revealing a crack in his armor when he stood up from the rubbles of the spaceship. "You broke the armor that holds back my overwhelming power."

"Oh." Saitama looked at the incarnation of edginess and was quite surprised when he saw that Boros almost went unscathed,

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"Is there anything to do? These guys just don't cut it, and the boss is already taken by the baldy." Kenjiki looked down and up, watching the multi-header alien getting bullied by Tatsumaki who threw all of the bullets shot by the spaceship at it.

At this point in his life, Kenjiki regretted having to recover too much of his power. 

Leaving him nothing to do, since any monsters or villains he wanted to fight would only be able to last for a few minutes before he got bored with them.

On the other hand, someone like Saitama was too much for him to fight. 

Sure, he could unseal more of his power to match Saitama's power, but the future would be bleak for him.

It was around this time that Kenjiki had started to seriously think of a way to handicap himself.

Such as by not using his mana and purely depend on his racial ability and physical strength. 

Or maybe use a certain weapon imbued with a small amount of mana. Or, if anything, boost his enemies' strength just enough to get some blood pumping.

"Let's go with pure strength build and NG+4." Kenjiki turned to look at Shenhe. "Drink all of my mana until it's completely depleted and seal my passive mana regeneration."

Shenhe looked at him, visibly shocked to hear his request. 

Knowing that Vulcane would never allow one of his vampire brides to suck more than half of his mana at a time, which shows how rare this occasion was.

It wasn't like she didn't want to do it. 

Shenhe just froze out of shock and uncertainty as if waiting for him to confirm her thoughts.

"If you can't do it alone, then, Kyoka can do it with you." Kenjiki turned to look at Kyoka who was taken aback by him.

Though, the two of them didn't say anything and immediately got to work with Shenhe taking care of the left side of the neck from behind, and Kyoka with the right side of the neck from his lap.

The few people that were there to witness this baffling sight were caught off guard, simply because they didn't know that a human actually would sink their teeth into Kenjiki's neck and suck the blood out of it.

Not knowing that Shenhe and Kyoka were vampires since they had no reason to think of that when they knew these guys were simply degenerates and would be down to do it anywhere.

"Hey, what are your friends doing?" Tatsumaki inadvertently asked Mirko who was equally baffled by them. "Are they some sort of cannibals who go off eating each other surrounded by dead people?"

"Who should I ask if you ask me that? I haven't been with these guys for long, and all I know is that these guys are sluts." Mirko averted her gaze towards the fight on the ground, not wanting to remember such a vulgar display.

Well, it proved to be hard when the beast inside of her body twitches every time she made any small gestures, feeding into her degenerate fantasy which was influenced by Shenhe.

Tatsumaki was the same but in a different way. 

Because her senses were stronger than any living being and it was just beyond impossible to ignore something that's happening beside her.

The moment she wanted to leave the roof, she noticed that Shenhe and Kyoka had retracted their mouths from Kenjiki's neck.

"Alright, time to go." Kenjiki stood up from his place, suddenly holding a huge sword out of nowhere.

A mainly light blue claymore that stretches from the crossguard towards the end of the blade, though the sharp part of the claymore wasn't blue and instead was silver. 

The golden wing-shaped crossguard had a harp-patterned decoration near the blade, and the hilt was black with a small part of gold on the bottom.

Kenjiki looked a little small when he was holding that sword since the sword was a little taller than him. 

However, it seemed that he could handle the sword with ease and swung it like a rapier.

"Where did you get that thing?" Tatsumaki widened her eyes looking at the sword, completely sure that he's not holding any sword just a moment ago. Not even a trace of it existed just a moment ago.

"This? It's Eula's but since she wasn't using it, I'm going to borrow it for a bit." Kenjiki waved the claymore and jumped down leaving everyone else behind.

"Is he intentionally dumb or actually dumb?" Tatsumaki looked at the three women, having her question technically answered but not with the desired answer.

Kyoka and Shenhe just shrugged at her question, as if saying that's the normal him.

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