Psychic Barrier

A crack split open in the purple poisonous mist.

A perfect pale-blue sphere floated at the very center of the toxic fog.

Precise energy patterns flowed across the sphere's surface, each line radiating outward from Chiaotzu at its center and weaving together into a dense web of telekinesis.

Whenever the toxic mist touched the sphere's surface, it was like water splashed onto a red-hot iron plate—it hissed, gave off white smoke, and bounced away, utterly unable to penetrate the blue barrier.

Inside the sphere, Chiaotzu held his hands crossed before his chest, his feet hovering off the ground. His round red hat stood out sharply against the blue glow.

At last, his expression changed slightly.

It was a look of disdain.

"Your poison gas is so weak."

Chiaotzu casually tossed out those words.

Haze Shenron's smile froze in place.

Its yellow vertical pupils contracted violently, narrowing until they were almost lines.

It stared at the completely unharmed blue sphere, its mouth opening and closing again and again as its fangs clacked together.

"You... How is that possible...?"

For the first time, cracks appeared in Haze Shenron's voice.

Its toxic mist was the ultimate product incubated from the Negative Energy of the Dragon Balls.

Unlike ordinary chemical toxins, this mist could corrode ki and life force.

An ordinary ki barrier would be pierced in less than half a second.

Yet the barrier around this little runt had not changed in the slightest.

Naturally, Haze Shenron could not understand any of this.

It knew only one thing: the toxic mist it was most proud of had just been declared "too weak" to its face.

"You... little dwarf!"

Haze Shenron flew into a rage.

It bared its fangs, which trembled with fury.

Its short legs kicked fiercely off the rock, and its squat