Fight! Fight!

Three days passed in the blink of an eye!

Following Bels's promotion over the past three days, everyone knew that a high-level competitive match would take place today, making the atmosphere at the Mercenary Arena even more explosive.

On the arena stage, Turles wore a new style of form-fitting combat suit, watching his opponent not far away with a serious expression.

The combat suit was designed by Turles based on the style Vegeta would wear later on. It was not only more flexible and breathable but also aesthetically pleasing.

Turles's opponent was from the Dom Race, a warrior race as famous in the universe as the Saiyans. The Dom warrior before him had blue skin, green hair, and a physique that looked far more exaggerated than Turles's.

At this moment, the host stepped onto the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

"Coming up next is a competitive match between powerhouses with a combat power of 50,000! The two sides are from the Saiyan race of the North Galaxy and the Dom race of the West Galaxy. Both are renowned warrior races in the universe. What kind of sparks will fly from the collision of these two warrior races? Let us wait and see!"

"Now, let us count down together!"

The atmosphere at the venue was stirred up, and everyone began to shout!

"5!"

"4!"

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

"The match begins!"

The host announced the start of the match and immediately jumped off the stage—experience told him that staying on the stage during a battle of this level would be extremely dangerous.

Following the host's exit, an energy barrier began to rise around the entire stage, leaving only Turles and the Dom warrior on the platform.

The two stared at each other, and a terrifying aura gradually spread across the stage. The audience at the venue seemed to be affected as well, gradually quieting down.

"Whoosh!"

A black streak flashed by. Turles's figure vanished from his original spot, appearing before the Dom warrior like a ghost in the blink of an eye, throwing a heavy straight punch directly at the Dom warrior's head.

"Ha!"

The Dom warrior was not to be outdone. He immediately caught Turles's movement and met the punch head-on with a straight punch of his own.

"Boom!"

With a muffled thud, a shockwave exploded outward from the center of the two. The surface of the stage cracked instantly, and debris flew off, striking the energy barrier and sending ripples across its surface.

Turles was not the least bit surprised that his attack had been blocked. He immediately followed up with a knee strike, slamming it hard toward the Dom Race fighter's abdomen.

The Dom Race fighter instantly retracted his fist and lowered his hands, blocking the knee strike once again.

Two attacks, two blocks; the two were currently at a stalemate.

After these two probing exchanges, both fighters had a rough idea of each other's strength. No longer holding back, their movements grew faster and their strikes heavier as the intense battle truly began.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Snap!" "Snap!"

Thunderous roars began to erupt across the arena. Their figures were now impossible to track with the naked eye; one could only see black shadows appearing and disappearing across the stage!

Fortunately, the Universal Mercenary Arena had hosted many high-level duels and was quite experienced with such matters. They broadcast the fight live on the large screens outside the ring, allowing the audience to clearly see the fighters' movements.

"Wow! This Saiyan is so strong!"

"Indeed! Although Saiyans are known as a warrior race, this is the first time I've seen a Saiyan with a Battle Power of 50,000!"

"It looks like Doro has met his match this time. None of his previous opponents lasted this long in a fight. Whoa! Blocked again!"

"Yeah! That's right!"

"..."

Turles could no longer pay attention to the cheers of the audience. He felt the blood throughout his entire body beginning to boil. A sense of unbridled exhilaration surged into his chest, leaving his mind feeling intensely stimulated.

This is the feeling! This is the feeling!

Turles roared in his heart, his expression beginning to turn manic.

"Hahaha! Come again!"

After forcing back the Dom Race fighter's assault, Turles let out a loud laugh and charged forward once more!

"Swish!"

Just as he was about to reach the Dom Race fighter, Turles's figure suddenly vanished from his opponent's sight. Immediately after, images of Turles began to appear all around, each performing a different action.

Afterimage Technique!

The Dom Race fighter lacked the ability to sense Ki, so the Afterimage Technique completely disrupted his judgment. In his vision, every Turles surrounding him appeared real. Although he knew clearly in his mind that only one was the true body and the others were mere afterimages, he could not determine which one was the real one.

After observing for a moment and finding it impossible to judge, the Dom Race fighter had no choice but to increase his speed. He rushed toward an afterimage and delivered a kick, shattering it instantly. He then moved to the next, continuing to disperse the afterimages one by one.

"Snap!"

He struck another afterimage with a fist, but this time, a solid sound of impact rang out.

Found you! The Dom Race fighter felt a surge of joy, but before he could react, a massive force suddenly struck him. This power far exceeded the strength of their previous exchanges. Caught off guard, the Dom Race fighter couldn't help but stumble backward, and then he was slammed directly from the air into the ground by Turles.

"BOOM!"

With a thunderous explosion, a massive crater was smashed into the ground, and a thick cloud of dust and smoke filled the arena.

This dust could not mask the target from Turles's Ki Sense. He began gathering energy in his hands, quickly forming a colossal Ki Blast. With a gentle push, he sent the Ki Blast descending toward the ground.

The terrifying pressure instantly blew away the dust, revealing the figure of the Dom Race warrior within the crater.

Suddenly, the downward momentum of the Ki Blast stalled. The Dom Race warrior's face had turned a deep, flushed red, losing its original blue hue. His feet were buried deep into the ground, and the veins on his arms bulged as he desperately held up the immense Ki Blast.

"ARGH!"

The Dom Race warrior couldn't help but roar, squeezing every ounce of potential from his body.

However, the energy within the Ki Blast far exceeded his imagination. Even by pushing himself to his absolute limit, he still couldn't stop its relentless descent.

Turles hovered in the air, his hands exerting force to drive the Ki Blast downward. Feeling the resistance, he suddenly surged his Ki, and the Ki Blast, which had begun to slow, accelerated once more!

"BOOM!"

A massive mushroom cloud erupted on the arena floor. The shockwave rippled outward, causing the energy barrier surrounding the arena to tremble and teeter on the brink of collapse.

"Hiss!"

"How is this possible?"

"Is the energy barrier going to break?"

"..."

Seeing this, the entire audience collectively gasped, immediately gripped by the fear that the barrier wouldn't hold.

Fortunately, the arena staff increased the energy output, stabilizing the barrier before the crowd could descend into chaos.

"Whew!" With no disaster occurring, everyone let out a collective sigh of relief—a surprisingly synchronized reaction.

By now, the thick smoke on the stage had cleared, revealing a circular crater that spanned nearly half the arena.

"Hiss!" The entire crowd gasped once again!

"Cough, cough." A coughing sound echoed. The Dom Race warrior slowly stood up from the crater. His clothes were shredded, and his exposed skin was covered in wounds, with blood continuously seeping from the gashes.

Every spectator who knew the strength of the Dom Race warrior was stunned; they could hardly believe what they were seeing!

Turles landed not far from the Dom Race warrior, watching his opponent calmly.

"Saiyan, you win!"

After a long silence, the Dom Race warrior conceded to Turles, his expression filled with dejection.

Hearing the Dom Race warrior concede, Turles nodded, turned around, and walked off the arena.

"My name is Dodoria. May I know your name?" The Dom Race warrior watched Turles's retreating back and couldn't help but ask.

Hearing that name, Turles couldn't help but look back. After a moment of thought, he said, "Turles!"

With that, he turned back around and left directly.

Dodoria stood where he was, watching until Turles's back disappeared from sight. Only then did he plop down onto the ground, looking at the wounds on his body with a wry, shaking smile.

"Truly terrifying!"

Back in the same reception room, Turles had changed into a fresh set of clothes and sat on the sofa, watching Bels pace back and forth in front of him.

"Mr. Turles, you are simply too strong! You even defeated Dodoria, the 50-win streak holder of this arena. You really are my lucky star! Hahaha!"

Bels showered Turles with constant praise, the smile on his face never having faded since he first saw him.

"Oh? How so?" Turles asked with interest.

"You wouldn't know, but as a genius of the Dom Race—a warrior race—Dodoria has been challenging experts from all sorts of races at the Mercenary Arena since he arrived on Obsidian Planet a year ago. He had maintained a 50-win streak until today. Every time he competed, his odds kept dropping, yet that still couldn't stop the Syndicate from losing money. This time, you ended his streak, and since you're a newcomer with very high odds, the Syndicate made a killing. Of course, I also made a small fortune on the side, hehe!" By the end, even Bels couldn't help but feel a bit excited thinking about his gains.

"Is that so?" Turles was indifferent to Bels's excitement. He was still thinking about the battle just now. Although it was short, it had been quite a stimulus for him. Thinking about the somewhat abnormal mental state he had been in during the fight, Turles found it hard to calm his heart.

Turles considered himself a calm person, but during that fight, his blood had begun to boil and his mood had become abnormally excited. This was a far cry from his usual demeanor, which made him suspect that something might be wrong with his body.

"Bels, are there any other fighters with strength comparable to mine in the near future?" To verify his suspicions, Turles thought about having another match.

"Uh?" Turles's sudden question caught Bels off guard. He reacted immediately, patting his chest and saying, "Don't you worry! If you want another match, I'll arrange it for you right away!"

"Good. Try to schedule it for three days from now. Notify me when the time comes." After saying this, Turles stood up, left the Mercenary Arena, and flew toward his spaceship.