Powerful Sephiria

As soon as Sephiria asked the question, the temperature around them seemed to drop several degrees, as if someone had suddenly turned on the air conditioning. Even though Roland couldn't use the Earthlings' Ki Sensing, he could still feel Sephiria's displeasure.

"Put me down first." Roland wasn't used to being held up by his collar, and he struggled a few times. Sephiria let go of his collar and stared at him, her presence imposing.

"You'd better give me a satisfactory answer. Why didn't you contact me?"

Roland straightened his clothes and hovered in front of Sephiria, looking at her beautiful face. It's been a while, and she's gotten even prettier. She wasn't just beautiful; she had an imposing presence, too. If he couldn't give her a satisfactory reason, he probably wouldn't get off lightly.

"My Communicator broke while I was on a mission," Roland said.

"If your Communicator was broken, how did you follow the recall order and return to Planet Vegeta?" Sephiria raised an eyebrow.

"Once I'd finished the mission on Planet Mapa, I naturally came back!"

"You've already wiped out the people on Planet Mapa? It's only a low-level planet, but with your strength, it should have taken you several years..." She still sounded doubtful. She had chosen Roland's mission herself and had expected him to need more than two years to complete it. Yet he'd returned after just over a year.

"Ah, Sephiria, is this your younger brother?"

The surprised voice of Hertz, the squad leader, rang out. He took out a Scouter and pointed it at Roland. "Let's see his battle power."

"Whoa, 820! Your brother's an upper-class warrior, too! Incredible. It's rare to see both siblings be upper-class warriors among the Saiyans!" Hertz himself was an upper-class warrior. At twenty-six, he had a battle power of 4,300 and was among the Saiyan warriors' elite.

"Battle power of 820?"

Sephiria looked surprised, then gave Roland a puzzled glance. Judging by his battle power at birth, he shouldn't have been this strong at his age. But she didn't let on in front of the others.

Sephiria's silence only made Hertz marvel all the more at how talented the siblings were.

"Impressive! So talented at such a young age. I wonder if Ashita and I's future child will have that kind of potential." Hertz's wife, Ashita, was a noncombatant with average potential who worked as a clerk in the Childcare Department in the Royal Capital.

"The squad leader's child is sure to be an upper-class warrior, too."

"Of course. The squad leader is so strong. His child will definitely be strong as well."

Hertz smiled and waved his hand. "There's no guarantee of that. Upper-class warriors make up less than one percent of the newborns each year. I'll be satisfied if my child has the potential to become a mid-class warrior."

"All right, you lot, stop interrupting Sephiria and her brother's reunion. There's a restaurant up ahead. Let's go feast!"

"The squad leader's paying, so of course we'll feast!"

"This mission's commission is probably going to be spent on this."

"Haha, it's only a bit of commission money. I don't care about that." Hertz waved his hand generously. He'd long since noticed that several of the male warriors in the squad were fond of Sephiria, but she clearly wasn't interested. He could only feel sorry for them!

Hertz nodded to Sephiria, then turned and led his teammates toward the restaurant nearby.

"Now, can you tell me how your battle power suddenly increased so much?" Sephiria looked at Roland with her tranquil, lake-blue eyes.

"It's because I'm exceptionally talented," Roland said.

Sephiria scoffed, grabbed Roland by the arm, and flew toward the horizon. The biting wind stung their cheeks. With a flash of white light, the two arrived at a secluded spot near the Royal Capital.

"Why did you bring me here?" Roland looked at Sephiria.

"To test how much you've grown," Sephiria said calmly.

"What?" A sense of dread suddenly rose in Roland's heart. The miserable memories of Sephiria beating him mercilessly a year ago flashed through his mind, and cold sweat poured down his face.

Suddenly, a terrifying energy surged from Sephiria. The Scouter on Roland's body went wild. With Sephiria at its center, a powerful storm swept across the land. The ground trembled slightly as clouds of sand scattered in every direction.

3500!

4100!

4600!

The numbers on the Scouter kept jumping until the final reading settled at 5050. Roland couldn't help looking astonished. A year ago, Sephiria's battle power had been only 4200. It had risen so much in just one year.

Sephiria's potential was terrifying!

"Roland, let me see how much you've grown this past year."

Whoosh!

A fierce gust of wind swept over him, carrying a devastating surge of energy. Sephiria was decisive and merciless in battle. Roland's expression changed abruptly. He hurriedly gathered his strength and took up a defensive stance, an invisible energy faintly coiling around him.

But Sephiria's attacks were simply too powerful and too fast. Even when Roland concentrated his energy around his eyes, he couldn't make out her movements.

He suddenly threw a punch in one direction, but met only a soft, yielding sensation in the empty air.

He'd missed.

He spun around and attacked again. Sephiria's figure flickered, leaving behind a blurry afterimage, while her real body was nowhere to be seen.

He still hadn't hit her!

After dozens of attacks, he hadn't even touched the hem of her clothes, while he'd already used up a lot of energy.

Then her icy voice rang out. "Your energy level really is equivalent to a battle power of 820, but your reflexes are terrible, and your control of your energy is crude. You haven't fought at all during this time, have you? You have no skill whatsoever."

"You're sorely lacking in combat experience. I don't even know how you managed to complete your mission."

The Saiyans were a warrior race not only because their bodies held immense energy, but because they had mastered combat techniques. Every Saiyan was a warrior. Even the noncombatants were simply assigned to internal duties on Planet Vegeta; sent to a low-level planet, they would still be formidable fighters.

Roland gave a wry smile. The truth was, he hadn't gone on any mission at all. His increase in strength had come from hard training in the Gravity Chamber.

What combat experience could he possibly have?

Before, he'd faced weaklings like the Mapa People and even weaker Earthlings. With his overwhelming energy, he could crush them even without experience. But now that he was facing Sephiria, his shortcomings were completely exposed.

Roland struggled to hold on, his breathing growing more and more ragged. Seeing this, Sephiria's delicate brows, as faint as drifting clouds, furrowed slightly, and a flash of anger crossed her face!

It was obvious she was dissatisfied with Roland's performance in battle.

Her figure flickered, and her graceful form appeared beside Roland. With a twist of her hand, she launched an attack as swift as a gale, its force whipping up gust after gust of wind.

On Earth, this kind of attack could destroy an entire city in an instant. After all, Nappa, who invaded Earth in the original story, had a normal battle power of only around 4,000.

He was going to die!

Sephiria was serious.

Roland couldn't dodge in time and took a heavy blow from Sephiria. She pulled back at the last moment, but the intense pain still left him suffering terribly.

"Big sister, that was too harsh! I came to save you, after all!"

"What do you mean by that?"

Sephiria suddenly appeared beside Roland, her face only a few inches away. He could even feel the warm breath she exhaled.