Mu Yang Collapses, Champa's Might

Mu Yang showed no fear, clenching his fist tightly and launching a similarly formidable punch that tore through the air.

The heavy fist of Champa the Destroyer and Mu Yang's punch collided instantly.

The surrounding space collapsed abruptly.

Centered on where their fists met, a powerful shockwave erupted and rapidly spread across a radius of ten miles.

Bang!

The ground of the Destroyer God Realm, usually solid and indestructible, cracked under the force of this shockwave, forming a deep fissure.

Both men retracted their fists simultaneously.

The powerful shockwave vanished without a trace.

Their gazes locked onto one another.

Sparks seemed to fly between their eyes; they were like fire and water, unable to coexist.

Only a moment had passed.

Mu Yang's fist, carrying an unstoppable momentum, suddenly struck out.

Even the surrounding air was blasted apart!

Champa, refusing to be outdone, threw out a punch of his own.

The purple glow of God of Destruction Energy radiating from his body grew increasingly terrifying.

Their fists collided once more.

But this was far from enough.

"Adadadada!!!"

"Ahahahahaha!!!"

Within a single second, Mu Yang swung his fists at an incredible speed.

His fists seemed to multiply, manifesting dozens of phantom strikes.

Champa was not to be outdone.

Mimicking Mu Yang, he also unleashed thousands of heavy punches in rapid succession.

Boom!!

Their fists collided again, triggering another shockwave.

With every clash, the intensity grew.

The immensely powerful shockwaves battered the ground, flowers, and trees of the Destroyer God Realm.

Large craters were abruptly blasted into the solid, indestructible surface.

The figures of Mu Yang and Champa the Destroyer flickered throughout the Destroyer God Realm.

One moment they were fighting in the east, the next in the west—the battle was incredibly fierce!

"Huhu~"

Sweat streamed down Champa's face as he panted heavily.

It had been a long time since he had engaged in such strenuous exercise.

Mu Yang was faring no better.

He was also gasping for air, with even more sweat beading on his forehead than on Champa's.

After all, in terms of raw power, Champa was significantly stronger than him.

The only reason he had managed to hold on until now was his formidable willpower and intense fighting spirit.

Champa narrowed his eyes as he looked at the brat before him, wondering if he was seeing things.

He vaguely felt as though the golden hair on Mu Yang's head was showing signs of turning a grassy green.

Rubbing his eyes and blinking, Champa opened them again, only to find that Mu Yang's hair was still golden, not green.

It must have been my imagination, Champa thought to himself.

Transforming into a Super Saiyan was already outrageous enough!

How could he possibly turn into a green-haired form as well?

Forcing himself to endure the exhaustion, Mu Yang put some distance between himself and Champa, pressing his palms together.

A formidable energy suddenly surged into his hands.

In the blink of an eye, a brilliant white energy sphere condensed in Mu Yang's palms. With a solemn expression, he shouted, "Kamehameha!"

The energy sphere in his hands transformed into a terrifying white shockwave, blasting toward Champa.

Champa's expression shifted drastically. Unable to worry about anything else, he unleashed 15% of his God of Destruction Energy, forming a protective barrier to shield himself.

BOOM!!!

The terrifying Kamehameha dissipated. Mu Yang stood panting, hands braced against his knees, squinting through the haze to survey the scene as he muttered to himself, "Did it work?"

The reason he could use the Kamehameha was that he had researched it back on Planet Vegeta during his transit.

It wasn't just the Kamehameha; Mu Yang was also capable of using the Dragon Fist.

Mu Yang kept his gaze fixed on the results within the smoke.

Soon, the cold voice of the Destroyer God Champa drifted out from the haze, "What a pity, you failed."

In the blink of an eye, the smoke cleared.

The unscathed figure of the Destroyer God Champa appeared; aside from a bit of dust on his clothes, there was no change at all.

Mu Yang had fought for so long, yet he hadn't even managed to break through his defenses.

"Heh... truly worthy of being a Destroyer God." Mu Yang gave a bitter smile. Looking at the Destroyer God before him, who bore no injuries other than the slight mess on his attire, he felt a profound sense of powerlessness.

He had fought for so long, yet he hadn't even managed to breach his defense.

And he had already exhausted basically every means at his disposal.

And this was merely the weakest of the Destroyer Gods.

He truly wondered what kind of demeanor the other Destroyer Gods might possess!

"Kid, you have enough reason to be proud," Champa said, looking coldly at Mu Yang. This was the only thing he said that came from the heart.

In this universe, there were very few people who could force him to use even ten percent of his combat power.

As a human, he was indeed already quite formidable.

"If I can't defeat you, then it's not enough," Mu Yang gritted his teeth, refusing to admit defeat.

"Stubborn fool," Champa scolded, seeing right through Mu Yang's little scheme.

"Stupid guy, to be so persistent when the gap in strength is so vast." Champa looked at the Mu Yang before him and was reminded of Beerus in the past.

They were cut from the same cloth!

The same unyielding spirit.

The same refusal to give in!

Watching Mu Yang, Champa felt increasingly annoyed.

"You'd better sleep for a while," Champa huffed.

Following that, he flashed behind Mu Yang with absolute speed and delivered a hand-chop to the back of his neck.

CRACK!

Facing 15 percent of Champa's power, Mu Yang had no time to react before the strike landed on his neck.

Unable to maintain his flight, Mu Yang plummeted straight toward the ground.

THUD!

Mu Yang hit the ground. Signals were firing rapidly in his brain as he neared unconsciousness, his eyes catching a glimpse of the flora in the Destroyer God Realm.

Suddenly, the memory of Beerus knocking him out with a single hand-chop on Planet Vegeta flashed through his mind.

A burning rage ignited within Mu Yang's heart.

He had fallen like this in front of Beerus; was he really going to fall the same way in front of his twin brother, Champa?

No!

I absolutely refuse to accept this result!

Mu Yang clenched his fists. Suddenly, a sense of clarity washed over his mind, and a continuous stream of power surged from within his body.

At the same time.

Champa descended slowly from the heights, landing in front of Mu Yang. He swept a cold glance at the "unconscious" Mu Yang lying on the ground and huffed, "What an annoying guy..."

Champa turned his back, intending to ignore Mu Yang and return to his castle.

"Champa."

Champa suddenly heard a voice calling his name and turned around.

Yet, he saw no one.

"Could I have misheard?" Champa scratched his head, turned back around, and took two steps.

"Champa."

The voice came again.

Champa spun around fiercely once more. He was absolutely certain he hadn't misheard this time.

Who was it? Who was calling his name?

Could it be...

Champa's expression turned to one of shock as he looked at Mu Yang, who was lying on the ground.

This kid, he hasn't passed out yet?