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Bones crunch underfoot as you step into the rain-soaked alley, neon signs flickering above the skeletal horde advancing with rusty blades and chipped arrows. One Punch Man’s fist hums with dormant power—too much for these mindless drones, but the real fight isn’t here. Y...ou plow through the undead ranks, their ribcages exploding into ivory shrapnel with each casual swing. Streets blur into battlegrounds: a crumbling parking garage swarming with archers perched on skeletal steeds, a neon-lit bridge where shielded skeletons form a phalanx, their bone-shields splintering under concussive strikes.
Numbers mean nothing. They reassemble, limbs clawing back into place—until you crush their skulls. Progress is measured in shattered spines. The horde thins near the industrial district, where the clatter of bones gives way to a low, resonant growl. The leader awaits atop a mountain of failed challengers’ remains, his skeletal frame grafted with jagged obsidian armor, a serrated greatsword pulsing with violet energy. This isn’t a fight. It’s a demolition. But he’ll take more than one punch. Probably.
