Counter-kill

The two sides collided.

Reke adopted a strategy of brute force.

With every collision, every cell in Reke's body screamed in protest, and his entire frame felt as if it were about to fall apart.

Reke swallowed the blood in his mouth, not daring to let out a single breath.

The two sides continued to trade blows.

What the monster failed to notice was this:

Reke's position was constantly descending; from initially clashing fist-to-fist and arm-to-arm, he was slowly shifting to clash against its legs.

Reke's position kept drawing closer to the monster's feet.

Finally, when Reke was a hundred meters from the ground, his elbow collided with the monster's right calf.

Reke braced himself against the pressure of the recoil, his internal Qi erupting continuously.

Taking advantage of a momentary pause in their struggle, Reke vanished, reappearing in an instant at the monster's left sole.

A massive surge of energy had already gathered in the palms of his hands.

"Hah!"

Reke let out a thunderous shout.

The shockwave blasted toward the ground beneath the monster's left foot.

It made contact with the ground instantly, the shockwave meeting no resistance as it drove straight into the earth.

"BOOM—"

A chasm several thousand meters deep appeared beneath the monster's feet.

With no ground left for its left foot to push off from, and its right leg still suspended in mid-air, the monster lost its balance and plummeted uncontrollably.

The monster's arms flailed wildly in the air.

The moment Reke blasted the chasm open, he stood at its edge.

Reke placed his hands one above the other in front of his chest, his internal Qi continuously gathering and compressing between his palms.

A sphere of deep blue energy emerged, its light growing brighter and its density increasing.

Sweat trickled down Reke's cheeks.

The instant the monster's head became level with Reke, he narrowed his eyes, his figure flickering as he appeared right before the monster's eyes.

"Die, you monster! Taste my Dulong Destruction Cannon!"

Reke shoved the energy blast from his chest with all his might.

The 250,000-power-level energy cannon made contact with the monster.

One could see the point of impact simply vanishing; the monster's defenses offered no resistance at all. The energy cannon shattered the monster's head and continued flying into the distance, finally erupting into an explosion out in space.

Reke floated in the air, his arms hanging limp at his sides, his entire body covered in blood, his expression one of exhaustion.

The injuries to his body did not dampen Reke's spirits in the slightest; the corners of his mouth curled upward, and he burst into loud laughter.

"Hahahaha! Cough!"

Reke hadn't laughed for long before he began to cough, blood spilling from his mouth.

"Satisfying! You bastard, let's see you try to mess with me again."

Reke didn't care about his body at all.

After laughing for a while, Reke slowly ascended, flying up to an altitude of ten thousand meters.

In his current physical state, he could no longer afford to fly recklessly over the Rocky Mountains; he had to cross them from high above.

It would be a tragedy to kill the big boss only to fall at the hands of some small fry; Reke wouldn't be able to close his eyes even in death if that happened.

Passing through the Rocky Mountains and entering the forest, Reke didn't rush to find his spaceship; he needed rest far too badly in his current state.

If not for the time he had agreed upon with Plus, the best thing he could do right now was heal.

He hadn't expected this trip to be so perilous; he had nearly lost his life.

Returning to his previous dwelling, Reke could no longer hold on, closing his eyes and falling into a deep sleep.

Because of the worry weighing on his mind, Reke woke up after less than two hours of sleep.

His condition was slightly better than before; at the very least, he could move his arms.

He dug out the spaceship and carried it on his back toward Panxi City.

The return trip was much slower, taking nearly four hours; it was past nine o'clock when Reke finally landed at the entrance of Plus's home.

The moment Reke touched the ground, he saw Plus standing at the door, his eyes bloodshot, staring fixedly at the spaceship.

One look was enough to tell that he hadn't slept all night, and he might have even been standing at the door the entire time.

"Is this a spaceship?"

"Reke, are you alright?"

Two voices rang out simultaneously.

The former was asked by Plus, while the latter was asked by Lola.

Reke first shook his head at Lola, then said to Plus, "Yes, this is a spaceship. I arrived here by riding in this."

Seeing Plus about to reach out and touch it.

Reke continued, "Let me give you some instructions first."

"First of all, there is a tracker inside this ship; you must find it and remove it."

"Next, check if there is any surveillance equipment on the ship, or anything you feel is unnecessary to have installed."

"Then there is the gravity room; the higher the multiplier, the better."

"That's all for today. Study it well, and I will come back to find you in a while."

After hearing Reke's words, Plus finally shifted his gaze away from the ship and looked at Reke.

"Are you okay? How did you end up covered in injuries just from retrieving a ship? How about I contact a hospital for you?"

Seeing Reke's battle suit in tatters, with not a single intact patch of skin on his entire body, and blood still oozing from several places.

Only then did Plus realize that the child before him had suffered severe injuries.

Reke thought for a moment, but still shook his head in refusal.

"I ran into a minor issue. I won't be going to the hospital. Just make sure you remember what I told you; it is very important and concerns the fate of this planet."

Watching Reke's retreating figure, a look of confusion appeared in Plus's eyes.

He truly could not understand this behavior. Based on his visual assessment of Reke's injuries just now, logically speaking, Reke should be lying on the ground, struggling even to stand up. He could not understand why he was acting as if nothing had happened.

Even going to the hospital was refused; with that level of injury, even if he were hospitalized, it would take at least three months or more to recover.

Speechless, he shook his head and turned his gaze back to the ship.

He summoned robots to transport the ship to his workshop, unable to wait to begin testing it.

He let out exclamations of wonder as he conducted his inspections.

As for Reke, Lola looked at the figure ahead and gathered the courage to speak again, "Reke, why don't we go to the hospital after all? That way you can recover sooner."

"No need. I'm hungry; go back and cook for me."

Reke did not care about the gazes of the pedestrians on the street, answering Lola in a relaxed tone.

Truth be told, Reke's injuries were not as minor as he made them appear, but he had his reasons for not wanting to go to the hospital.

He did not want his blood to be left behind anywhere; going to a hospital would certainly involve blood tests.

Since he was injured yesterday, he had destroyed all of his blood, including the blood that had seeped out of his body along the way.

As soon as it appeared, it was evaporated by his ki, leaving not even a drop of blood on the spaceship.

The reason he was so cautious, in the final analysis, was that he had been terrified by the original work.

Damn it, who could have imagined that an Earth with a maximum combat power not exceeding 300 could produce Androids with combat powers of hundreds of millions or even billions.

That is not even counting Super 17 from GT or Zaiko from the unofficial Dragon Ball AF.

The latter Zaiko is fine, as he did not receive the creator's approval, even though his combat power is even more monstrous.

But GT is different; although it is not considered Dragon Ball canon, the creator participated in parts of it and acknowledged it as an event that occurred in a parallel universe.

Super 17 could go head-to-head with Super Saiyan 4. Thinking of this made Reke feel a sense of dread, as he could not be certain which timeline he had transmigrated into.

Reke shivered and hurriedly cast the images from his mind.