12,000 Combat Power

Seeing that Chaya was still in the midst of deep meditation, Mr. Popo did not disturb him, choosing instead to sit down at a respectful distance.

The space inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber was vast. Although Chaya's previous movements had caused localized fractures in the space, they had not affected the overall stability of the entire realm. Truth be told, to truly shatter the spatial structure of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, he would at least need to reach the level of a Super Saiyan 3.

The momentum of the spatial rifts that appeared earlier seemed massive, but that was merely a superficial phenomenon caused by his psychic abilities. At most, it had opened a small dimensional pocket within the Hyperbolic Time Chamber; it could hardly be considered breaking the void to construct new rules.

After all, his current power was still far, far away from the level of Majin Buu.

In Chaya's understanding, the Dragon Ball world was a place where experts were as numerous as clouds. While one couldn't say that "great gods" were walking everywhere, it was an undeniable fact that experts were as common as stray dogs. What defined an expert varied by era, but one thing was certain: those "great gods" who stood at the pinnacle could emerge from some unpredictable corner of the universe at any moment, and heaven only knew why they had remained obscure until then.

"Great gods" were few, but even one could be fatal!

The Dragon Ball world was dangerous; falling behind even slightly could lead to being eliminated. Therefore, Chaya did not like to wait until he was coerced by enemies to train passively. That did not suit his personality. He preferred to seize the initiative and surpass everyone before the enemies even appeared.

Some might consider this a form of psychological inferiority or a persecution complex born of self-doubt, but in reality, it had nothing to do with confidence. Since he already knew the Dragon Ball world was dangerous, would it not be foolish to wait until the fire was at his eyebrows before putting in the hard work?

To survive better and more comfortably in this world, becoming strong was a self-requirement that could be revered as truth.

The strongest enemies in Dragon Ball, in order, were Frieza, Cell, and Majin Buu, and perhaps one would have to include beings like the God of Destruction Beerus and Grand Zeno later on.

Since he knew the strength of his opponents, he had no reason to sit and wait for death.

First and foremost, Chaya had to face the destruction of Planet Vegeta in a few years. At that time, he would face the first major boss of the Dragon Ball world—Frieza! Of course, to avoid attracting Frieza's attention and thereby gain time to grow, Chaya could also choose to avoid this battle and postpone it for a few years.

With the enemy in the light and him in the dark, calculating against the unsuspecting, every move could be decided by himself. He could advance or retreat at will, and Chaya loved having that kind of initiative.

At this point, he no longer held a small character like King Vegeta in his eyes.

The sky above the Sacred Temple was as calm as ever. The azure expanse looked spotless, as if it had just been washed by rain, while thin white mists drifted elegantly around the crimson Sacred Temple, rolling and unfurling in the distance.

On the plaza paved with white stone slabs, two rows of coconut trees stood in solitary, sparse formation on either side of the temple.

Not far away, a young girl was tirelessly throwing punches and kicks. Her sharp movements broke through the air, emitting a series of "humming" sonic booms. The leaves rustled, and the whirlwind she stirred up instantly pressed down the trunks on both sides.

Suddenly, Selyne's expression shifted slightly. Her delicate brows smoothed out, and her silk-like black hair danced in the wind.

"This Ki... Chaya has come out!" Selyne muttered to herself, a touch of joy creeping into her expression.

Sure enough, when she looked toward the entrance of the Sacred Temple, she saw an orange figure appearing there. Chaya was walking toward her with a smile. As he drew closer, Selyne frowned; she realized that his height had once again surpassed her own.

"Look at you, your face is covered in sweat, and your hair is all matted together."

Chaya smiled and touched her cheek, his hand naturally resting on her shoulder as he gave her a half-hug.

Selyne was immediately displeased. She opened her mouth to speak, but then she sensed the vast, surging energy emanating from Chaya's body. Her expression turned complex, and she lowered her voice, her face cold: "Chaya, release all your Ki. Let me see just how strong you've become."

Chaya paused for a moment. Looking at the young girl's delicate, beautiful, yet incredibly earnest face, he thought to himself that Selyne actually had such a competitive spirit, so he shook his head helplessly.

He walked a few steps away to keep a distance from Selyne and began to release his power.

"Hah!"

Chaya exerted his strength abruptly. A suffocating aura suddenly descended upon the Sacred Temple. The entire temple, including Korin Tower below, began to tremble slightly, looking as if it might collapse at any moment.

A white radiance lingered a few inches from his skin, and a pale golden light covered his body.

Crack, crack.

The stone slabs on the ground began to tremble and creak, losing their tether to gravity as if they might float away at any moment.

"That's enough!"

Selyne shouted. With a brief sense, she knew that Chaya's aura had completely surpassed her own. She took out her Scouter, placed it on her ear, and pressed the activation button. The energy reading quickly appeared as a set of data before her eyes.

"12,862!"

He actually had a battle power of over twelve thousand!

Selyne gasped in secret. She never expected that after one year of training in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, Chaya would suddenly surpass her by so much. She had to remember that she only had a battle power of 9,600, and she had been proud of that for quite a while; now, she suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.

She had heard that King Vegeta's battle power was only a little over ten thousand. Did that not mean Chaya was already on par with King Vegeta?

Brother... was already the strongest among the Saiyans!

Selyne felt a bit dazed, a tremor running through her heart, and an inexplicable sense of pride welled up within her.

However, to hide her inner thoughts, she cleared her throat and feigned aloofness: "Hmph, your energy has increased a lot, but who knows how you'll perform in an actual fight? Don't just talk big and then fail when it really counts!"

"Shall we spar?" Chaya teased.

"No, I'm not sparring with you..."

Selyne's tone faltered, and she let out a flustered, indignant shout, though she felt a bit guilty, causing Chaya to burst into laughter.

"Oh my, you two shouldn't bicker. Honestly, that aura from just now really made me feel a chill. Your progress is truly immense." Kami walked over, leaning on his cane, watching Chaya and Selyne with a faint smile.

Don't let their bickering fool you; their bond was exceptionally close.