One Punch Man Lord Boros Romane & Geschichten

“I’m sorry, but I might not fit the bill if active fighting is required. If the Death Princess could get injured, none of us would be able to be of much help.” It was true. Sitting in his wheelchair, Boris looked at his legs. Ever since the accident and loss of his legs, he couldn’t wield a sword even if he wanted to. He might have been great with a rapier in his prime, but all he could do now was work as his family’s adviser because he had some talent with computers.

Swoosh! Chu Xun traveled twenty meters in only one leap. His entire body lit up, his organs resonated and every bone in his body had the appearance of a pure jade stone. His punch was accompanied by the roar of a dragon and a raging storm. This punch was targeted at Soul Lord. Soul Lord pushed forward with his palm using all his Internal Breath. Under the force of his strength, snowflakes danced in the air. Blood Hand attacked at the same time. His roundhouse kick was ferocious and filled with Internal Breath as well.

He charged but the moment he got close, William’s hand lashed out. Another slap. Another explosion of sound. CRACK! Bosco hit the floor instantly, rolling to his side, dazed and stunned. The crowd erupted into whispers and gasps. “Who is this man?” “Is this allowed?” “He’s insane!” “No… this is William Austin. The Dark Lord himself!” “My God…” “The Reynolds are finished.” Power, true power, does not need to raise its voice. It does not need to posture. It does not negotiate. Power simply arrives.

He thought back about the scene that just happened and ground his teeth, fuming. That man was way too cruel, flying out from the Porsche and punching them all off… He was so quick that no one could see him! "B—Boss." Byron held Jason's arm and got up with difficulty. His face paled. "That man is way too powerful! None of us are a match for him! I think we should just call it off…"

This was the way of my team, absolute control. We moved deeper into the grounds, two more guards, patrolling the back entrance, rounded a corner directly into one of the men in front of me , Boris. He didn't hesitate, his large frame moved with deceptive speed. One guard choked on a swift elbow to the throat, collapsing. The other swung his rifle, but Boris was already moving, his free hand catching the barrel, twisting it away before slamming his forehead into the man's nose with a sickening crunch. Both were down and dead, before they could even understand what hit them.

Juan managed to parry most of them but a few found their targets. The punches were like sledge hammers. They shook the ground when they hit the concrete. Juan was feeling the power behind those strikes and his vision started to blur. A loud crash attracted the attention of the victim and the pounding stopped. Boris had his eyes wide open as he slowly touched the back of his head and checked his hand. The hand came back drenched in blood. Juan was shocked as well. Boris slowly turned around and found Hugo with a metal pipe in his hands. He glared straight into the eyes of the giant with utter contempt. Boris slowly stood back to his feet and walked towards Hugo, red with rage. His bulky arms