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Boros' body suddenly vanished, only to collide head-on with Madara's Susanoo.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In a split second, the battlefield erupted with loud explosions, like a series of bombs going off all around. The clash between Boros and Susanoo was nothing short of chaotic.

Hashirama, observing the intense battle, quickly realized something was off. "Madara's fighting this guy... but he can't use his full strength."

He wasn't making excuses for Madara; it was a fact. As a ninja, Madara relied on seals to unleash many of his most powerful jutsu. But there was no time for hand signs in this high-speed battle—the opponent was too fast.

Boros' speed was unnatural. Anyone else would struggle to react at all, and yet, despite the pressure, Madara was holding his ground without being able to rely on his usual techniques.

After a fierce clash, Susanoo's giant katana cleaved through the air, releasing a devastating wave of sword slash that struck Boros head-on. His body was sent crashing to the ground, and for a long moment, he didn't get back up.

"Oh? Is he dead?" Saitama asked, curious.

Everyone else turned to look in Boros' direction, waiting to see what would happen next.

It was hard to tell whether Boros was seriously injured or had simply lost the ability to fight. Madara, too, was breathing heavily, clearly exhausted. The battle had been grueling, and while Madara had emerged victorious, it had taken a toll on his chakra reserves.

Even Madara rarely encountered such a fierce opponent outside of Hashirama. He hadn't expected this fight to push him so far.

As everyone's eyes shifted toward Boros, something unsettling happened. Slowly, Boros began to rise from the ground. His body, once covered by a thick, armor-like shell, was now exposed as the armor had shattered, scattering pieces across the battlefield with a sharp clatter.

A small trace of blood ran down the corner of Boros' mouth, but that didn't seem to dampen his spirits. Seeing this, Madara smirked mockingly.

Madara smirked, his eyes gleaming with arrogance. "Your armor is in pieces, and yet you still stand? Impressive," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He raised an eyebrow, his stance unwavering. "Do you want to keep dancing, or have you finally realized the futility of your efforts?"

Boros responded with a booming, hearty laugh, his voice full of unbridled excitement. "Excellent! It's been so long since someone made me feel this alive!" His eyes gleamed with a dangerous thrill as he regarded his opponent. "You fought well."

He took a step forward, his grin spreading into something even more sinister. "As a reward... I'll grant you and your friends a swift, painless death."

With a dramatic flourish, he raised his hand, energy crackling around him.

"Power Release!" he bellowed, his voice echoing like a battle cry, as he unleashed the full force of his destructive power.

Suddenly, Boros' body began to glow, radiating an intense light. A powerful surge of energy erupted from him, shooting straight into the sky. The force of it shook the air around them.

Madara's expression turned serious as he felt the overwhelming power. "This guy was holding back...?" Something was amiss.

Boros let out a deep, rumbling laugh, his voice rich with both amusement and arrogance. "Now, this is my true form!" he declared, his grin widening. "The state I fought you in before? That was me holding back. You thought that armor was protecting me? How laughable. It was simply there to contain my strength."

His posture shifted as he stood taller, his aura pulsing with overwhelming power. "Now that it's gone, I'm at full power—this is my normal state!"

As his words rang out, the air seemed to tense, and the expressions of everyone around him began to shift. This Boros exuded arrogance, sure, but there was a terrifying certainty in his tone. His confidence wasn't just bravado—it was the quiet knowledge of his sheer might.

Madara, undeterred, charged at Boros once more. The two clashed violently, their blows sending shockwaves through the battlefield. After another intense exchange, they were forced apart.

This time, Boros had taken several hits, but his ability to heal was nothing short of terrifying. Even a severed arm regenerated instantly as if he had never been wounded at all.

Madara, however, wasn't faring as well. His full-body Susanoo had been damaged in multiple places—something that rarely happened. A thin trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth, evidence of the toll this battle was taking on him.

"Let me take over!" Hashirama called out, stepping in front of Madara to block him. "It's my turn to fight him!"

Madara, still determined to regain his honor after the earlier disadvantage, clenched his fists, reluctant to give up. He wanted to keep fighting, to erase the shame of being pushed back.

But Hashirama stood firm, a playful smirk on his face. "Come on, Madara, don't hog all the fun."

However, Hashirama had different intentions. It was clear that he was stepping in to protect Madara. After a brief moment of contemplation, Madara accepted his comrade's gesture and stepped aside, not wanting to disregard Hashirama's goodwill.

As Boros faced Hashirama, the alien smirked mockingly, his eyes narrowing with disdain. "Oh? So now it's your turn?" he sneered, his voice dripping with scorn. "I'm not scared of any of you!"

He chuckled darkly, taking a step forward, his voice growing louder and more confident. "Let me tell you something—the energy in my body is practically infinite compared to yours. No matter how many of you come at me, the result will be the same. You'll all fall before me!" His grin widened, and he raised his hands as if welcoming the challenge. His arrogance radiated from every word, certain of his overwhelming power.

Hashirama, unfazed, clapped his hands and activated Sage Mode. He didn't bother responding to Boros' taunts.

Boros, watching Hashirama's transformation with a cold, mocking smile, let out a derisive laugh. "This Sage Mode of yours?" he scoffed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "It didn't work when your friend used it. Do you really think it'll be any different for you? It's useless against me!"

He crossed his arms, a smug grin spreading across his face. "I suggest you think of another plan, one that might actually stand a chance."

But once again, Boros underestimated Hashirama. Though they both used Sage Mode, Hashirama and Madara were entirely different in power and approach. Hashirama didn't waste time. "Wood Style: True Several Thousand Hands—Golden Buddha!"

Without hesitation, Hashirama unleashed one of his most devastating techniques. In an instant, a colossal Golden Buddha even taller than the mountains materialized atop the enormous spaceship. This Buddha had thousands of arms, each radiating with a golden chakra that seemed to pulse with overwhelming force.

The sheer size and power of the construct dwarfed everything around it, sending shockwaves through the battlefield. The air itself seemed to tremble as the golden light gleamed from the thousands of hands, a terrifying sight to behold.

"It's still... not enough!" Boros roared excitedly, launching himself back into the fight.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Countless massive fists rained down around Boros, each strike creating explosions that resembled the devastating force of hydrogen bombs. The continuous barrage seemed endless.

Suddenly, a terrifying shockwave erupted from Boros' body.

"Meteoric Burst!" he shouted, unleashing a colossal blast of energy directly from his hand. The immense energy wave swept across everything in its path, reducing all around it to nothingness. Even the towering figure of Hashirama's Buddha with its hundreds of giant hands couldn't withstand the sheer force. The golden arms were obliterated instantly by the wave.

In the aftermath, the area was reduced to dust, leaving behind a massive crater stretching tens of kilometers. The destructive power was beyond comprehension.

Hashirama, though not seriously injured, landed some distance away. His ultimate attack, however, had been completely wiped out.

"Boros... he's even stronger than I anticipated," Hashirama muttered in awe.

"This shockwave... he hadn't used it before. Could he still be holding back something even more dangerous?"

Boros stood confidently, turning toward both Hashirama and Madara with a smirk.

"What's the matter?" he taunted. "Do the two of you want to face me together? It won't make a difference. Whether it's one or both of you, the result will be the same!"

His mocking words fueled their frustration, and both Hashirama and Madara bristled, preparing for another attack. But just as they were about to charge, a calm voice broke through the tension.

"Let me give it a try."

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