: Playing Tricks

"Get out of the way, you idiot! What a disgrace! I'd like to see just how fast this guy can go."

The ugly president's enormous body swung wildly in the air like a headless fly for a long time, panting heavily and shaking with fat, but he didn't even touch a hair on his opponent's head.

A hint of impatience finally flashed in Meow Meow's vertical pupils. It elegantly raised its hand, its long nails drawing a cold light in the air, its tone full of disdain.

"Get out of the way!"

Before it finished speaking, the shadow beneath its feet suddenly twisted, and its form vanished from the spot as a blur that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

Before the shrill sound of the air being torn apart could even spread, Meow Meow had already appeared less than half a meter away from Boros as if by teleportation, its yellow and white striped fur fluttering in the strong wind.

"Fierce Cat Punishment!"

A sharp, piercing shout, accompanied by terrifying killing intent, exploded forth. Meow Meow swung its arms violently, unleashing a barrage of sharp claws that left countless afterimages in an instant.

The dense attacks were like a silver rainstorm, accompanied by a piercing screeching sound. Claw marks filled the air, leaving charred traces in the void, as if even space itself was about to be torn to shreds by this violent barrage.

"The speed is barely acceptable."

Boros narrowed his single eye slightly, his body remaining as still as a rock, his breathing rhythm terrifyingly steady, as if the attack that could tear steel apart did not exist at all.

Facing the deadly claw-like winds that howled across the sky, tearing the air to shreds, he spoke slowly and deliberately. His voice wasn't loud, but it possessed a powerful, penetrating magnetism that clearly drowned out the ear-piercing whistling. His tone carried an air of condescending scrutiny and nonchalant mockery:

"Unfortunately, the pressure is barely noticeable, like a tickle. Kitty, are you trying to be affectionate with me?"

He had the leisure to look up and down, his gaze sweeping contemptuously over Miao Miao's claws that were swinging so fast they were almost a blur.

"If it weren't for my keen senses, which allow me to detect those pitifully subtle air vibrations, I wouldn't even know if your fingernails actually touched my armor. An attack of that magnitude wouldn't even give me the chance to move."

At this point, Boros crossed his arms, looked Meowth up and down as it attacked with all its might, shook his head, and sighed with undisguised disappointment:

"Tsk tsk, they're so pitifully weak, what a waste of my time."

Just then, seeing the two strange men who had made the first move being toyed with by Boros, a lazy and disdainful voice drifted out from the shadows of the ruins, as if commenting on a clumsy street performance.

"Hehe, this is really ugly, it's a complete disgrace to our cadres."

As the sound rang out, the disheveled figure of the Homeless Emperor slowly strolled out, his tattered coat fluttering in the strong wind, and he even casually played with a few pieces of wire he had picked up.

He raised his calloused hand, its fingernails stained with black grime, and a massive, blindingly bright white energy sphere materialized in his palm. The violent energy surged forth, almost tangible, distorting the surrounding air and causing even the rubble on the ground to levitate uncontrollably.

"You think you're so great because of these two incompetent good-for-nothings?"

The Homeless Emperor narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on Boros, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"I hope you can still be arrogant after seeing this move."

"Super Explosive Ultimate Energy Bomb!"

"Symphony of Death!"

With a low growl from the Homeless Emperor, the massive white energy ball in his palm, which had been restless and scorching like a miniature sun, suddenly compressed inward.

In an instant, the raging energy transformed into a sphere of destructive light, several meters in diameter, with edges flashing with eerie blue arcs of electricity and white light.

The moment the sphere of light appeared, it emitted a chilling roar, as if Death were tuning his instrument, preparing to play the final symphony.

The sphere of destructive light that shot from the fingertip of the Homeless Emperor carried a terrifying aura capable of completely evaporating an entire skyscraper. Like a miniature meteorite, it crashed headlong into Boros's location.

Immediately afterwards, the Homeless Emperor's calloused fingers seemed to transform into the most ferocious Gatling gun, his hands dancing wildly like phantoms, leaving numerous afterimages.

Countless small, bluish-white energy balls, each the size of a washbasin, were thrown into the air like a storm, then poured down onto the ground in a deluge.

These energy spheres drew blinding trails of death in the air, like a meteor shower of apocalypse, completely covering an area of ​​several meters around Boros.

The roaring and explosions blended together, deafeningly loud. Countless energy orbs exploded wildly, and the violent shockwaves piled up, illuminating the dark sky as bright as day.

The scorching heatwave, mixed with rubble and dust, formed a mushroom cloud storm that threatened to wipe out everything in its path.

Meowth, who was attacking Boros with all its might, felt the terrifying heat and oppressive feeling coming from behind that was enough to tear it apart. It was so frightened that its fur stood on end instantly, like a frightened hedgehog, and its pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.

Without the slightest hesitation, its figure instantly transformed into a flustered streak of light, retreating hastily from Boros's side.

"Damn it, Homeless Emperor, are you trying to wipe us all out?"

Having barely managed to steady itself amidst the billowing dust and raging shockwaves, Meow Meow was still shaken. Its once neat and shiny fur was now covered in black ash and dust, making it look utterly disheveled.

It was panting heavily, its chest heaving violently, when it jumped up from the ground in a fit of rage, its trembling claws pointing directly at the Homeless Emperor. Its once elegant and cruel mask had long since shattered, replaced by a face full of terror and anger.

Facing the enraged and disheveled Meowth, Homeless Emperor lazily picked at his ears, which were itchy from the explosion, and a cold, indifferent smile appeared on his stubble-covered face, as if he wasn't the one who had almost killed his companion.

"Heh, this is a dog-eat-dog world. If you get wiped out, you can only blame your own incompetence..."

He casually brushed the dust off his sleeves, shrugged, and spoke with a cold mockery and indifference. His gaze didn't even linger on Meow Meow; instead, it was fixed on the bombed core area.

"In a battle of this level, you're not the primary target. If you can't even avoid damage, then you're just a hindrance."

On the other side, the ugly president fared much worse. His bulky and clumsy body was too slow to effectively evade the Wandering Emperor's relentless bombardment. Although he was only on the edge of the explosion, the shockwave, powerful enough to shatter rocks, still slammed into him like a heavy hammer.

With a deafening roar, his massive body was flung away like a kite with a broken string. His once-proud, muscular physique became a burden, and his entire body was instantly blasted into a bloody mess, charred black.

Thick black smoke billowed from his torn flesh, his already ugly and ferocious face now even more mangled and blood dripping from his wounds, a nauseating burnt smell filling the air.

"Ugh..."

He let out painful whimpers, intermittent and weak like a dying beast. But his survival instinct drove him to struggle and crawl out of the deep crater that had been smashed open beside him.

Ignoring the excruciating pain that felt like his body was falling apart, he scrambled away from the area still under fire from the energy blasts, fearing he would be blasted to smithereens in the next second.

He stumbled to the edge of the battlefield, trembling as he clutched his obviously broken ribs, blood seeping from between his fingers.

Ignoring the blood on his face, he turned around angrily and cursed at the Homeless Emperor, who remained standing there indifferently. His voice was sharp and shrill due to the intense pain and terror, and even somewhat distorted:

"Homeless Emperor! You madman! Why didn't you warn me! Did you want to kill me?"

"Shut up, you idiot."

The Homeless Emperor didn't even lift an eyelid, as if looking at a disgusting fly. He merely glanced coldly at the Ugly President, his eyes devoid of any remorse, only displaying a matter-of-fact coldness and contempt, his tone flat:

"If I had warned you beforehand, you could have escaped even with your clumsy, pig-like speed. Do you think that alien monster wouldn't have been able to escape? How could there be such a useless cadre like you in the association?"

This merciless humiliation struck him like a slap in the face. The ugly president's face, which was distorted and deformed by the explosion, twitched a few times, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness.

He knew he was severely injured and no match for the Homeless Emperor. He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his anger, and gritted his teeth as he forced out a few words:

"Fine...fine, Homeless Emperor, you just wait!"

Having uttered this weak and unconvincing statement, he didn't even dare to look at the Wandering Emperor again, dragging his battered body as he slunk away to the edge of the battlefield.

The energy storm continued its rampage, the blinding white light illuminating the dim ruins as bright as day, instantly evaporating even the lingering smoke in the air. The deafening explosions were incessant, as if trying to tear this space apart completely, making even the soul tremble in the terrifying roar.

As the devastating smoke and flames gradually subsided and slowly dissipated like the receding tide, a tall and slender figure slowly emerged from the smoke.

Boros's body was exposed to everyone unharmed. His dark gold armor gleamed with a cold metallic luster in the afterglow of the explosion, without even a trace of burning.

A slight, disdainful smile played on his lips. His voice, though soft, pierced clearly through the aftershocks, echoing across the deathly silent ruins.

"Tsk, what are you doing? Are you setting off fireworks?"