: One Man Suppresses Six Dragons

"You bunch of weaklings, I told you long ago, don't waste my time. All of you come at me at once, hurry up!"

He cracked his neck, producing a crisp "snap," and the contemptuous smile on his lips deepened.

"Your performance before was a bit disappointing... If this is all you've got, I'll be very unhappy!"

Boros leaned forward slightly, and a terrifying sense of oppression spread outwards as if it were a tangible force, making the air seem to solidify into heavy lead, suffocating the monsters.

The sky, which was already dark and gloomy, as if blackened by thick smoke, finally collapsed completely under the impact of this terrifying pressure.

At first, the drizzling raindrops seemed hesitant and tentative, weakly pounding the scorched earth.

In an instant, it turned into a torrential downpour, pouring down like a burst dam, mercilessly washing over the ravaged land.

The cold rain mixed with the blood, gunpowder, and bits of flesh on the ground, forming murky, foul-smelling streams that meandered through the uneven ruins.

The air was thick with a suffocating smell of damp mold and a strong stench of rust and blood, making even breathing a form of torture.

The Homeless Emperor's face was grim, and the white energy ball throbbed uneasily, as if it might slip out of his grasp at any moment.

The remaining cadres—the golden sperm covered in blood, its golden light dimmed, the ugly president trembling, and several other strange figures—all wore ugly expressions of fear and anger as they stared at the figure in the downpour.

Boros stood tall in the center of the rain, letting the cold water slide down his hair and cheeks. His single, scarlet eye looked even more eerie in the rain, like a will-o'-the-wisp burning in the abyss.

The rain lashed the earth like whips, but it could not extinguish the bloodthirsty flames burning wildly within him. The long-suppressed instinct to kill began to surge through his veins like magma.

His expression gradually lost its initial nonchalant calm, as if a mask had been peeled off, revealing a hideous true face beneath.

His mouth stretched uncontrollably back into a violent grin, his muscles contorting into an extremely manic smile. There was no warmth in that smile, only an extreme thirst for blood and a complete disregard for life.

He slowly raised his arm, his pupils already contracted to pinpoints with excitement, radiating a chilling light as he locked his gaze on the group of prey before him.

His gaze held a chilling, bloodthirsty intensity, as if he were looking at a flock of lambs to the slaughter, yet it was also mixed with a fervent desire to enjoy a feast.

As the strange men were swept over by his murderous gaze, they felt a chill run straight to the top of their heads, as if they had instantly fallen into an ice cave that had never melted, and even their blood was about to freeze.

"Hey? What's with those expressions?"

Boros's voice, with a hint of mockery and hoarseness, sounded particularly jarring amidst the torrential rain and thunder.

"I'm the hero, I was ambushed by you! You're the villains, the bad guys! Why are you acting like I'm the monster and you're the victims? Hahahaha—"

"I haven't enjoyed the battle at all yet! This is just a waste of my life! So..."

Boros took a step forward, and the ground beneath his feet cracked. A terrifying shockwave pushed away the surrounding rain, creating a vacuum. His magnetic yet chilling growl exploded like thunder over the rain-soaked ruins.

Then he opened his arms as if to embrace the gray sky and the ravaged earth, his single eye flashing with an almost manic, savage light, locking onto each of his prey.

"Since you've lured me here, you have to take full responsibility!"

"Anyone who dares to turn and run away first today, making me unhappy, will die first! Come on, all of you! Charge at me all together! Hahahaha—!"

The violent laughter, like a continuous barrage of thunder, exploded across the gloomy and oppressive ruins.

The merciless verdict was like a sharp blade, piercing through the last trace of hesitation and hope in the eyes of the strange men, driving them to the brink of despair.

There was nowhere to retreat! The group of eccentrics exchanged glances, each seeing the madness and desperation in the other's eyes.

Words seem pale and powerless at this moment, and so-called tactical coordination has become a superfluous burden.

In the moment of life and death, faced with this inescapable figure, the instinct for survival and the extreme fear of death completely took over their minds, crushing their pride, dignity, and rationality as freaks into dust, leaving only the primal savagery and frenzied killing intent driven to the brink of despair.

"Kill him!"

"roar--!"

A beast-like roar ripped through the rain, like a final wail in despair. Before the sound faded, several figures had already transformed into lightning that tore through the night sky.

They stomped their feet hard on the muddy, slippery ground, the terrifying force causing the hard ground to crack instantly, splashing up large amounts of murky water, like a swamp being hit by a heavy hammer.

With a piercing whistling sound and a resolute killing intent, they charged headlong into the center of the rain, towards the dark golden figure that resembled a demon god.

The cold raindrops were torn apart beside their rapidly moving bodies, stretching into straight silver lines, as if the entire world was being cut apart in this frenzied charge, all for the sake of this life-or-death struggle.

Golden Sperm was the first to be hit. His burly and robust body was like a mobile steel fortress, every muscle bulging with explosive power. Even the torrential rain could not leave any mark on his indestructible body.

His fists were like a moving battering ram. With each swing, the air was compressed to the extreme, emitting a piercing shriek, and carrying tremendous force as they slammed into Boros. Wherever the fist passed, sonic booms reverberated.

The remaining cadres, like enraged beasts, surged forward from all directions, unleashing a barrage of punches and kicks, each strike carrying the weight of their lives and their thirst for survival. The entire battlefield was instantly engulfed by the violent energy and the roar of colliding metal.

The battle broke through the critical point in an instant, instantly escalating into a white-hot, frenzied phase.

Before the dense raindrops even hit the ground, they were instantly evaporated by the surging energy, turning into plumes of rising white mist that shrouded the battlefield in a hazy yet fierce killing intent.

The rain curtain was completely torn apart, and the violent air currents twisted it into huge black vortexes, like the gaping maws of a passage to another dimension opening in the void.

The fog grew thicker and thicker under the intense clash of high temperature and energy, churning and boiling, compressing visibility to its limit, making it impossible for the naked eye to penetrate the chaotic white fog.

Fists flew wildly through the rain, moving faster than the limits of vision. Only a few blurry figures could be seen darting about in the sky and on the ground. Terrifying killing intent filled the air, and every inch of space seemed to be sealed off.

All the outside world could see were countless afterimages colliding wildly in that chaotic white mist. Each clash was accompanied by a muffled, heart-palpitating roar and a blinding golden light. Waves of air surged, and the structure of this space was groaning, on the verge of collapse.

"Push harder, go faster, it's not enough, not nearly enough!"

Boros's wild and excited roar pierced through the roaring rain, carrying a sense of pleasure. His single eye was bloodshot, and his body trembled slightly with excitement, as if this was not a life-or-death struggle, but a celebration that belonged only to him.

The monsters had no time to reply; they could only let out angry roars and swing their fists and feet with all their might at Boros's body.

They flashed wildly between the sky and the ground like out-of-control meteors, each teleportation accompanied by a deafening explosion as if the air was being torn apart.

This frenzied and violent collision lasted for a moment, and then a high-frequency shriek that seemed to rupture eardrums erupted in the air—the mournful cry of flesh breaking the sound barrier.

"Force out all the potential within you! I'm getting tired of this level of struggle! It's a complete failure!!!"

Boros's figure could be faintly heard as he moved at high speed, each word carrying the weight of a thunderbolt, slamming into the hearts of the monsters.

Immediately afterwards, the breathtaking collision came to an abrupt end, replaced by a series of extremely dull and deafening roars, as if five mountains had collapsed at the same time.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

The five figures, who had been working together, were struck as if by a heavy hammer, instantly exploding in the sky in a spray of blood before crashing to the ground, creating five bottomless craters. Mud and blood splattered everywhere, making the battlefield even more gruesome.

Before the smoke and dust had even cleared, Boros's figure was already hovering proudly in mid-air, his single eye piercing through the rain and darkness, fixed on the five deep pits below. A chilling killing intent and a chaotic aura erupted from him, pushing back the surrounding rain several meters.

Looking at the scattered and struggling monsters, he let out a loud roar, the sound wave carrying a terrifying airflow, and slammed hard into the bottom of the pit.

"You worthless trash, stand up! Keep fighting!"

"Hahaha, can you... hear that? Can you hear my heart roaring?"

Boros roared, his muscles twitching like living things beneath his taut skin, every bone cracking and popping as if in response to his master's frenzied will.

"This body is yearning, it's crying! It's lamenting for not being able to experience more intense battles and pain!"

"I've been suppressing it for way too long... hahaha!"

Boros hovered in mid-air, his single, scarlet eye flashing with an eerie light in the torrential rain, reflecting the ravaged earth and his teetering figure below.

His throat bobbed violently, his voice twisting strangely in extreme excitement, sometimes low and hoarse, sometimes rising into a wild, unrestrained laugh that was deafening, as if it would shatter the oppressive, gloomy sky.

Under this oppressive force, five figures struggled to their feet one by one from the mud and pools of blood, their movements stiff and slow, like broken puppets controlled by invisible threads. Their bodies were mangled beyond recognition, and with every inch they moved, dark red blood mingled with the rainwater flowed out…