The Battle Isn't Over Yet

"Beg for mercy? No, no, no! Begging for mercy is impossible; I wouldn't do that in this lifetime." Wang Yang shook his finger and smiled stubbornly.

You may destroy my flesh, but you cannot extinguish my will.

King Cold trembled with rage, his face turning so dark it seemed ready to drip water, the veins on his forehead bulging.

"Then what the hell are you talking about!"

"Look at this." Wang Yang spread his hands and placed them beside his face.

Hm?

King Cold felt a flicker of curiosity. What was this little monkey trying to do now?

Just then, a blinding light erupted—a radiance more dazzling than the sun itself, instantly stinging King Cold's eyes.

"Solar Flare!"

Two suns hung in the sky!

On the blue-green planet, Wang Yang had spent twelve years deliberately studying the techniques of Earthlings, and he had gained quite a lot.

"Ah! My eyes! You treacherous, cunning little monkey!" King Cold suddenly clutched his eyes, screaming aloud as his thick tail whipped back and forth, smashing cracks into the ground.

He never imagined that a simple-minded Saiyan would produce such a devious child, one who used one despicable trick after another.

Wang Yang pulled a strained smile to his lips, his right hand condensing a circular Destructo Disc that he hurled at King Cold.

His left hand fired a blue Ki Blast into the ground; like a long serpent, it pierced through countless obstacles until it struck the planet's core.

The Destructo Disc traced a perfect arc, slicing past King Cold's shoulder and cleaving a small mountain behind him in two.

"Ah!" King Cold suddenly felt a sharp, searing pain in his right arm. His left hand instinctively reached out to touch it, and upon contact, his palm felt sticky and wet.

King Cold felt a sudden sense of dread.

Moments later, as the light faded, King Cold witnessed a sight that made his eyes split with rage: his right arm lay quietly on the ground.

"My arm..."

King Cold's face was so dark it seemed ready to drip water. He crouched down, clutching his severed limb with his left hand, trembling violently with fury. His energy erupted in unstable bursts, blasting a massive crater into the ground.

"Saiyan monkey... I will make you suffer a fate worse than death."

As King Cold's words fell, the planet—its core shattered by Wang Yang—exploded with a boom, blooming in the cosmos like a magnificent firework.

"Ah!"

As the planet detonated, King Cold, caught completely off guard, was the first to bear the brunt of it. His entire body was swallowed by the violent light, his hulking frame stretched thin by the immense shockwave.

Not far away, a two-meter-wide boulder was sent flying into the distance like a streak of light, propelled by the massive shockwave of the planetary explosion.

A faint blue glow clung to the surface of the boulder. On one side, there was a small hole, and through it, one could see a young boy curled up in the center of the rock.

The battle isn't over yet. I haven't lost. Once I've eaten and rested, King Cold, we shall have a proper rematch.

As a stubborn Saiyan, his body might be defeated, but his will would never yield.

King Cold had fought Wang Yang for half a day, only to have his arm severed by a sneak attack and then be swallowed by the planet's explosion.

Now, King Cold's right arm was gone, a large portion of his thick tail had been severed, and his body was a mass of torn flesh and blood; he looked utterly miserable.

He floated in the cold, dark void of space, motionless. If not for the slight rise and fall of his chest, one would have mistaken him for a corpse.

Saiyan... monkey! King Cold's mouth opened and closed, his chest filled with monstrous resentment.

"Saiyan... monkey!" King Cold's tiger-like eyes snapped open. He let out a roar, his aura exploding and blowing away all the cosmic dust surrounding him.

Sensing the massive energy in the distance, Wang Yang shifted his gaze slightly.

As expected of the legendary race with such thick skin and sturdy flesh; even a planetary explosion couldn't kill you. Wang Yang sighed inwardly, then ceased paying attention to King Cold. He exerted a little force to adjust the trajectory of the boulder, then began to practice the Turtle Breathing Technique, slowly drifting into a deep sleep.

The boulder drifted through the cosmos at a speed both slow and swift.

"Where is he?"

"Where?"

"Where did that damn monkey go?"

King Cold stood in the void, roaring at the heavens. His purple face looked incredibly ferocious as he gnashed his teeth and scanned the surroundings.

Since the first time they met, that damn monkey had survived in space, and he had orchestrated the planet's explosion himself; King Cold refused to believe that this accursed Saiyan monkey could have died from it.

Having never learned to sense ki, no matter how hard King Cold searched, he could not find a single trace of Wang Yang in the vastness of space.

"Don't let me run into you again. Next time, I will never be as careless as I was today." King Cold raged in impotence, firing energy blasts in every direction, venting his fury into the void.

This was a lush, green planet. A streak of light tore through the sky, piercing the atmosphere to reveal a rock over a meter wide. Its surface ignited with scorching flames as it plummeted toward the ground at high speed.

Countless creatures on the surface looked up at the meteor; some lifeforms even prostrated themselves on the ground, praying to it.

Rumble!

The boulder crashed into the ground, gouging out a massive crater as dust and smoke billowed into the sky, rippling outward in all directions.

A filthy figure nimbly darted out from the dust and smoke, vanishing into a dense forest not far away.

I'm starving to death! At this moment, that was the only thought in Wang Yang's mind.

First came the flight through space, then the great battle against King Cold, and finally, dragging his heavily wounded body while fleeing through the cosmos. If he hadn't fallen into a state of suspended animation, he surely would have starved to death after going without food for so long.

Flying through the sky, Wang Yang scanned the horizon, searching for sustenance.

Suddenly, Wang Yang's gaze shifted; he heard the sounds of a struggle echoing from the distance.

He saw a group of tiny people, only as tall as his knees, surrounding and attacking a long-haired beast over ten meters tall. The beast's blood-red maw was filled with fangs, and its four hooves trampled everything in sight; many of the tiny people were crushed to death underfoot, their blood staining the earth red.

Compared to the tiny race, Wang Yang appeared tall and imposing as he hovered in the sky. With the sunlight shining down, a dazzling radiance emerged behind him, making him look as extraordinary as a god descending from the heavens.

"Lord God!"

"Lord God, save us!"

The tiny people on the ground, terrified and broken by the beast's rampage, immediately knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly upon seeing Wang Yang flying in the sky.

Wang Yang's figure suddenly appeared at the beast's side, and with a fierce kick, he sent the creature toppling to the ground. Immediately following, Wang Yang unleashed a Ki Blast from his right hand, engulfing the beast.

Under Wang Yang's precise control, the Ki Blast dispersed across every part of the beast. A series of crackling sounds erupted from the creature's body, and before long, the scent of roasted meat wafted through the air; it had been cooked to a perfect crisp on the outside and tender on the inside.

"Great!"

"The demon has finally been slain."

Seeing the monster that had wantonly slaughtered their kin killed by the god, the tiny people hugged each other in joy, weeping with relief.