Mu Yang wasn't afraid in the slightest. He clenched his fist tightly and suddenly unleashed an equally powerful punch.
Beerus's fellow God of Destruction, Champa, and Mu Yang's fists crashed into each other.
The space around them suddenly collapsed.
Centered on their clash, a powerful shock wave spread rapidly across the surrounding ten miles.
Boom!
Under the force of the shock wave, the seemingly indestructible ground of the Destroyer God Realm cracked, leaving a deep fissure.
They both withdrew their fists at the same time.
The powerful shock wave vanished without a trace.
Their eyes met.
It was as if sparks were flying between them. They were completely at odds.
That was only the beginning.
Mu Yang's fist shot forward with unstoppable force.
Even the air around it exploded!
Champa wasn't about to back down. He threw another punch.
The purple glow of God of Destruction Energy around his body grew even more terrifying.
Their fists collided again.
But this still wasn't enough.
"Hyah-yah-yah-yah!!!"
"Ahahahahaha!!!"
In a single second, Mu Yang threw punches at incredible speed.
His fists seemed to split apart, conjuring dozens of phantom punches.
Champa refused to yield, either.
Imitating Mu Yang, he unleashed thousands of powerful punches at high speed.
Bang!!
Their fists collided, sending out another shock wave.
With every clash,
the force grew more intense!
Wave after wave of powerful shock waves hammered the ground, flowers, grass, and trees of the Destroyer God Realm.
The sturdy ground of the realm was suddenly blasted full of craters.
Mu Yang and Champa flashed across the Destroyer God Realm.
One moment they were fighting in the east, the next in the west—the battle was fierce!
"Huff, huff~"
Sweat ran down Champa's face as he panted.
It had been a long time since he'd exerted himself this much.
Mu Yang wasn't faring much better.
He was panting, too, and his forehead was beaded with even more sweat than Champa's.
After all, in terms of raw strength, Champa was considerably stronger than him.
The only reason he'd managed to hold on this long was his powerful will and fierce fighting spirit.
Champa narrowed his eyes at the brat in front of him. Maybe it was just his imagination,
but he had the vague impression that Mu Yang's golden hair was starting to turn grass-green.
He rubbed his eyes, then opened them again. Mu Yang's hair was still gold, not grass-green.
Must've been my imagination, Champa thought.
Turning into a Super Saiyan was already ridiculous enough!
How could his hair turn grass-green, too?
Forcing himself to endure his exhaustion, Mu Yang put some distance between himself and Champa, then brought his palms together.
Powerful energy surged into his hands.
In the blink of an eye, a brilliant white energy sphere had formed in Mu Yang's hands. His expression was solemn as he shouted, "Kamehameha!"
The energy sphere became a terrifying white beam and shot toward Champa.
Champa's expression changed drastically. With no time to spare, he drew on 1.5 percent of the God of Destruction Energy within him and formed a protective barrier.
Boom!!!
The terrifying Kamehameha dissipated. Panting, Mu Yang braced his hands on his knees and squinted through the smoke as he muttered, "Did it work?"
The reason he could use the Kamehameha was that he'd studied it on Planet Vegeta after traveling to this world.
He could use more than just the Kamehameha—he knew the Dragon Fist, too.
Mu Yang stared intently into the smoke, waiting to see the result.
A moment later, Champa's cold voice came from within it. "I'm afraid you failed."
The smoke vanished in an instant.
Champa appeared completely unharmed. Aside from a little dust on his clothes, there was no sign that anything had changed.
After fighting for so long, Mu Yang hadn't even broken through his defenses.
"Heh... You really are a God of Destruction." Mu Yang gave a bitter laugh. Looking at Champa, who bore no injuries beyond a change to his clothes, he felt utterly powerless.
He'd fought for so long and still hadn't even broken through Champa's defenses.
And he'd already used nearly every technique at his disposal.
This was only the weakest God of Destruction.
He couldn't imagine what the others were like!
"Kid, you've earned the right to be proud," Champa said coldly. He meant those words.
In this universe, there weren't many people who could force him to use more than one percent of his power.
For a human, Mu Yang really was impressive.
"If I can't knock you down, it's still not enough." Mu Yang gritted his teeth, refusing to give up.
"You're hopelessly stubborn," Champa scolded, immediately seeing through his little ploy.
"You fool. The gap in our strength is enormous, yet you keep struggling." Looking at Mu Yang, Champa was reminded of Beerus in the past.
They were cut from the same cloth!
The same pride.
The same refusal to give up!
The more Champa looked at Mu Yang, the more irritated he felt.
"You should get some sleep," Champa snorted.
Then, moving with blinding speed, he appeared behind Mu Yang and struck the back of his neck with a knife-hand blow.
"Crack!"
Against Champa's 1.5 percent power, Mu Yang didn't have time to react. The blow landed on his neck.
Unable to maintain his flight, Mu Yang dropped straight toward the ground.
Thud!
Mu Yang hit the ground. Signals were firing through his mind, and he was on the verge of passing out. He glanced at the flowers and grass in the Destroyer God Realm.
Suddenly, he remembered Beerus knocking him unconscious with a knife-hand blow on Planet Vegeta.
Rage flared within him.
He'd been taken down like this in front of Beerus. Was he really going to suffer the same fate in front of Beerus's twin brother, Champa?
No!
He would never accept this!
Mu Yang clenched his fist. A sudden clarity filled his mind, and power surged endlessly through his body.
At the same time,
Champa slowly descended from above and landed in front of Mu Yang. He glanced coldly at Mu Yang, who lay "unconscious" on the ground, and snorted. "What an irritating guy..."
Champa turned away, intending to ignore Mu Yang and head back to his castle.
"Champa."
Champa suddenly heard someone call his name and turned around.
But there was no one in sight.
Did I hear that wrong? Champa scratched his head, turned back, and took a couple of steps.
"Champa."
The voice came again.
Champa spun around, glaring. He was certain he hadn't imagined it this time.
Who was it? Who was calling his name?
Could it be...
Champa stared in shock at Mu Yang, lying on the ground.
The kid wasn't unconscious yet?
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