Tien Shinhan blocks outside sounds.
He slowly closed his two normal eyes.
The third eye on the forehead opened wide and lonely in the darkness.
The speed of Eternal Energy Reactor climbed crazily.
Purple-Gold Core erupted into a scorching torrent, flowing upstream from Dantian and washing straight along the spine.
The heat flow gathered at the back of the head and violently crashed into the main channel behind the third eye.
Power accumulates crazily behind the eyeballs.
No compression required.
Only purification.
Master Mutaito's teachings from three hundred years ago exploded in my mind.
The old man who cut off the waterfall didn't have any extra strength when he cut it with his knife.
He did not try to block the entire flow of water with brute force.
He just found the weakest entry point in the water curtain and slashed it down.
Abandon confrontation and penetrate directly.
A purple-gold halo quickly condensed in the third eye.
First try.
The beam of light burst out of the pupil.
The channel is offset.
The high-intensity energy is refracted the moment it passes through the fundus of the eye, and pierces the side wall diagonally.
The indestructible alloy wall was penetrated instantly.
The piercing sirens echoed throughout the space.
"The simulated space structure is damaged and automatic repair starts."
Quinn looked at the deep hole in the wall in shock.
"You need to recalibrate..."
Tien Shinhan ignored the suggestion and closed his eyes again to adjust.
Second try.
The beam trajectory was normalized, but the density was sparse, leaving only a burn mark on the new target ball's shield.
Third try.
The density has reached the standard and the channel pressure is approaching its limit.
The skin around the eyes was horribly red.
Tien Shinhan forcibly cuts off the output.
The fourth time.
The fifth time.
The sixth time.
The angle of the beam, the density of the energy flow, and the pressure-bearing route of the channel were forcibly polished through trial and error.
Quinn stood aside, with only shock in his eyes.
The error correction speed of this outer universe martial artist goes against common sense.
What supports this extreme fine-tuning is the pure experience of fighting to the death.
Tien Shinhan has fought a lifelong battle.
Martial Arts Tournament, Saiyan invasion, Frieza, Androids, Buu, Evil Dragon.
He knew clearly the state under which the body's functions collapsed, where the limit of the third eye was set, and every blind spot in the energy channel.
With every correction, he stepped exactly on the edge of the cliff of self-destruction.
outside the door.
Chiaotzu is floating quietly in mid-air.
Dull explosions and sirens intertwined in the simulated space.
But he kept Tien Shinhan's instructions in mind and never backed down.
A solid layer of Psychic Power protective cover has completely sealed the corridor outside the door.
Yamcha wandered over and handed over a can of locally produced carbonated drink.
"It sounds scary to hear the noise."
Chiaotzu took the can and took a sip.
"He'll be fine."
Yamcha leaned against the wall, pulled the tab and drank it all.
"This stuff tastes like rusty iron."
Chiaotzu nodded.
Yamcha looked at the closed door.
"Tien Shinhan has had this temper since he was a child. He is sure of death and even ten cows can't pull him back."
"When I was practicing Kamehameha at Crane School, I bombed the training ground seven times and was punished by standing in the snow for three days and three nights."
Chiaotzu stared at the jar in his hand.
"I remember."
"I stood outside the door for those three days."
Yamcha glanced at him and closed his mouth knowingly.
Simulated Battlefield inside the door.
Tien Shinhan The redness and swelling around the eyes come and go.
Master Mutaito's fuzzy concept of finding the entry point, and Quinn's scientific data of purifying core frequencies.
Two completely different systems collided violently in my mind.
He stands at the end of the intersection of the two.
Close your eyes and rest your mind.
No more rush to release.
Energy rises steadily from Dantian.
Every time he passes through a meridian node, he actively peels off a layer of excess impurities.
The furious heat is removed.
Glaring light radiation is discarded.
The aftermath of the space shock was ruthlessly erased.
By the time the torrent reached the rear of Heavenly Eye, it had turned into a frighteningly pure blade.
There is no prestige.
There is no temperature.
There is nothing but indestructible penetration.
Heavenly Eye opened his eyes angrily.
A purple-gold light as thin as a hair shot out from the pupil.
Quietly.
There is no surge of air currents or rolling heat waves.
It calmly cuts through the air, penetrates the shield of the target ball, tears the target ball body, and finally sinks into the alloy wall behind it.
There was only a pinhole-sized penetration mark left on the target ball's shield.
Not broken.
Not even a ripple was produced.
The hole extends straight from the front to the back.
The data on the holographic panel jumped crazily.
"Power level: Unable to determine."
"Shield penetration rate: 100%."
"Energy utilization rate: ninety-three percent."
The parameter bar at the bottom flashes a dazzling red light.
"Special note: This attack has the characteristics of divine shield penetration."
"It is recommended to immediately upgrade the protection level to S level."
Tien Shinhan looked down at his hands.
The muscles are relaxed without any soreness or cracking.
Energy completely avoids these rough physical channels.
He raised his head and locked his gaze on the newly generated test target ball.
S-level protection is fully activated.
The translucent golden barrier flows like water waves, which is an absolute defense that simulates the level of gods.
The purple-gold light condensed once again in the depths of Heavenly Eye.
Light bursts.
The needle-like sharpness gently kisses the golden barrier.
The surface of the light curtain only flickered for a very brief moment.
The hole, which is difficult to discern with the naked eye, is clearly imprinted on the god-level shield.
There was no collapse, just piercing through without any defense.
Quinn The tentacles on the top of its head stood up straight.
His silver-grey face was filled with horror at the collapse of scientific concepts.
"It actually got pierced."
His voice changed completely.
"That's a simulated god's defense structure!"
Tien Shinhan opened his three eyes, and his tense back slowly relaxed.
"Name."
Quinn was stunned in place.
"What?"
Tien Shinhan Wiped the sweat from the corners of his eyes.
"This move."
"Call Divine Eye Kamehameha."
The third eye closed quietly, and the purple-gold afterglow dispersed into the air.
In the corridor.
Krillin was leaning against the wall, his hands in his pockets.
High-dimensional perception has already given a panoramic view of everything on the battlefield.
Chiaotzu was still sipping the weird drink.
"There's no movement."
"I didn't hear anything at that moment."
Krillin The corners of his mouth raised slightly.
"Because he is."
The heavy door slid open to both sides.
Tien Shinhan came out.
Their eyes met and they just nodded calmly.
That night.
Universe 12 Orbital Academy of Sciences's internal network intercepted a top-secret message.
Universe 7 Among the visitors, someone pierced the S-class god shield in Simulated Battlefield.
The news set off an undercurrent among senior researchers.
But it also triggered another warning anchor buried deep in the system.
Universe 12 deep.
On a blue planet wrapped in brilliant aurora.
God of Destruction Jin sits on a throne made of coral skeletons.
Fine turquoise scales cover the whole body, and its fin-shaped ears tremble in the breeze.
The translucent webbed membrane between the fingers opens and closes gently.
The dark blue vertical pupils seemed to be able to swallow light.
The inherent pressure of destruction puts the entire planet's waters on the verge of violent boiling.
Gold flip wrist.
A shimmering message strip quickly unfolded at the fingertips.
He scanned the text above.
"Universe 7 people."
The vertical pupils instantly shrank into a thin line.
"Pierced the simulated god's shield?"
Jin snorted and used his legs to stand up.
"If there is such a commotion in my territory, I have to go and find out."
A soft and holy beam of light fell from the sky without warning.
The light dissipated, and Angel Martinu held Scepter, standing slenderly in front of the throne of God.
Silver Form-colored long hair hangs down to her ankles, and her delicate face has a gentle smile that will never change.
"Master Jin."
Martinu's voice is so soft and heart-stopping.
"Are you going out?"
Jin moved his neck, and the joints made a crackling sound.
"Go meet the guests of Universe 7."
"Of course."
Martinu's smile didn't fade even a little, and Scepter in his hand gently tapped the ground.
"But before you leave, there is something that needs to be conveyed."
Jin's movement suddenly stopped in mid-air.
"Master Grand Priest just sent down an oracle."
Martinu tilted his head slightly.
"It's about the leader Universe 7."
Jin's vertical pupils were instantly locked on Martinu's face.
"What did Grand Priest say?"
Martinu's smile deepened.
" Lord Grand Priest's exact words are."
"Tell Jin to be polite to that visitor."
The air fell into a deathly silence.
Jin's fin-like ears tensed suddenly.
In God of Destruction's cognitive system, the superior Grand Priest would never emphasize the word "polite" for no reason.
An existence that can make Grand Priest send an oracle to specifically remind you.
Looking at the entire multiverse, there are only a handful of them.
Jin's vertical pupils shrank violently in the dim light.
He slowly sat back on the chair made of coral skeleton.
"Can you rival the big shot of Zeno? I know!"