"Ha!"
Son Goku No longer hesitated at all, he took a deep breath and clenched his fists tightly at his sides.
Golden light exploded from his body, and then quickly changed color, from bright gold to a dark red with a metallic texture.
The arrogance surged around him, and his black hair stood up from the roots. A layer of fine dark red hair appeared on the surface of his body. Even the tail behind him changed from brown to deep red at the same moment.
Super Saiyan 4.
The air suddenly rose up at the moment of transformation, and the white ground under his feet was shaken with a circle of fine cracks. The air wave spread in a circular shape and spread around, setting off a short gust of wind.
Bardock stood aside, his pupils shrinking slightly.
He stared at the completely unfamiliar form of Son Goku, opened his mouth, and rolled his throat several times before he managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Is this the final transformation of Kakarot?"
"Dad, you're out!" Raditz stood beside him, holding his hands on his chest, raising his chin slightly, and took over the conversation in a triumphant tone, "We already knew about Kakarot's transformation!"
Bardock turned his head and glared at Raditz, his eyes as heavy as a piece of iron.
Raditz's mouth twitched, and he quickly lowered his hands from his chest to cover his mouth, lowered his gaze in a sullen manner, not daring to say another word.
"Whoops!"
Son Goku kicked his foot, the dark red arrogance dragged a short trail behind him, and his whole body turned into an afterimage and rushed towards Jiren.
His right fist was clenched tightly, and the surface of his fist was covered with a layer of solid arrogance, pointing directly at Jiren's face.
Jiren's reaction was faster than him.
At the same moment that Son Goku rushed in front of him, his body shifted less than a palm's width to the right, causing Son Goku's fist to slide past his ear.
Then he raised his right palm from below, with a thin and solid layer of Qi covering the surface of his palm, and accurately slapped Son Goku on the back.
"Bang!"
The speed of that palm was so fast that it was almost impossible to see the starting point of the movement.
Son Goku's body was pushed forward by the force, and the soles of his feet slid on the ground for several meters before he could stabilize his center of gravity.
He shook his shoulders, let out a short breath, then tiptoed and pulled back a distance.
"Is the gap so big?" Bardock's voice was a little deeper, and his brows were slightly knitted together.
He could see clearly that Jiren only made one palm from the beginning to the end, and the weight and angle of that palm were so precise that it didn't look like a test.
"That Supreme Kai, you have to understand one thing. Jiren is very powerful." Belmod smiled proudly, still holding his arms in front of his chest and raising his chin slightly. He turned his head and looked in the direction of Toppo Xiang glanced at it and added, "Originally, my ideal God of Destruction Candidate was Jiren. However, Jiren was not interested in God of Destruction's status, so I changed it to Toppo."
Toppo stood beside him, his head lowered, and the soles of his boots unconsciously rubbed against the ground.
His shoulders were slightly tensed, his eyes fell on the ground in front of his feet, and he didn't answer a word.
"Mr. Reiz, Kakarot, what kind of transformation is this?" Bardock turned to Reiz, with a hint of urgency in his voice.
"Super Saiyan 4." Reiz smiled slightly and answered briefly.
"Have all the Super Sailors transformed out of the fourth level?" Bardock's pupils shrank slightly, and his eyes returned to the dark red figure in the field, with complex emotions surging in his eyes.
"It's normal." Reiz smiled and said calmly.
"It feels like Kakarot is no match for him." Bardock's voice became a little deeper.
He could see that the situation on the field was tilting to one side. Jiren had not taken any serious action from the beginning, and Son Goku had tried his best, but could not even touch the corner of Jiren's clothes.
"Bang!"
Jiren took a step forward and struck his right fist diagonally from above.
The trajectory of that punch was simple and direct, but the speed was faster than any previous punch.
Son Goku crossed his arms in front of him, but was shaken by the force and his arms flew to both sides. His whole body flew backwards, rolled around in the air, and plunged into the calm lake behind him.
The water splashed several meters high, and his body sank below the surface of the lake, leaving a circle of spreading ripples on the water.
Bardock felt tense in his heart and tensed his shoulders.
Reiz looked at this scene calmly, with his arms folded in front of his chest, his eyes falling on the still rippling lake, without moving.
He had already analyzed the direction of this battle.
The ceiling of Son Goku and Combat Power of GT World is Super Saiyan 4 Full Power. The strength of that form is roughly equivalent to that of Super Saiyan Blue in the main world.
The strength shown by Jiren on Tournament of Power has far exceeded the level of Super Saiyan Blue.
Jiren under normal conditions can fight Ultra Instinct Omen back and forth, and Jiren at full strength can even resist Perfected Ultra Instinct's offensive for a period of time.
Son Goku cannot defeat Jiren. This is the destined outcome from the beginning.
Reiz knows this very well.
He brought Son Goku here not to win.
He just wanted him to see with his own eyes that in this main world, there was a higher ceiling than his Super Saiyan 4.
Let him know what it means that there is heaven outside the world and there are people outside the world.
far away.
Linoshi and Marcarita stand side by side.
Neither of them walked into the crowd watching the battle, but stood under the canopy of a leafy tree, looking at the open arena-like arena from a distance of dozens of meters.
Marcarita held Scepter's finger and gently rubbed it on the staff. He looked away from the battlefield in the distance and fell on the face of Linoshi beside him.
She was silent for a moment and finally spoke, her voice low enough that only the two of them could hear.
"Linoshi, why are you so persistent?"
Linoshi said nothing.
She stood there with her hands clasped in front of her, her eyes still falling on the field in the distance, as if she was watching the battle, or looking somewhere else through that battle.
Her eyelashes drooped slightly, and the curvature of the corners of her mouth remained as usual, but the light in her eyes was a bit darker than usual.
"If you fail again this time and you try to save him again, he will disappear completely!" Marcarita's voice had a rare hint of seriousness, as if she had put away all her gentleness and smiles at that moment, leaving only the most real worries of a sister facing her sister.
Linoshi's lips moved.
She was silent for two breaths, and then she spoke, her voice as soft as the wind passing through the leaves. "Then I will disappear with him."
Her tone was smooth, without trembling or hesitation, as if she was stating a decision that she had already thought through.
Marcarita took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
She turned her head and looked at Linoshi's calm side face, her eyes moved slightly, and finally she just let out a low sigh, "Oh my... my sister is really infatuated."
"The days I spent with him were very happy." Linoshi turned his face and curled his lips towards Marcarita.
There was no haze in that smile, it was as clean as the moon that had just been washed by water.