Space-Splitting Sword

"Ah!!"

"Ah!!"

Mo Yuan and Son Goku roared in unison, their auras exploding outward in an instant.

In a heartbeat, the entire world was reduced to only two colors: gold and purple.

Amidst the friction and collision of their energies, countless bolts of lightning manifested out of thin air.

Thunder crashed, lightning flashed, and gale-force winds howled, as if the world were coming to an end.

At the Lookout, Lapis erected a protective barrier to shroud the sanctuary, preventing it from being caught in the crossfire.

Otherwise, Mr. Popo would have been in quite a difficult spot.

"BOOM!!"

Son Goku and Mo Yuan pushed their auras to the absolute limit, slamming into each other and forming a massive storm.

The biting hurricane whipped toward them like blades, but it was scattered by their own auras before it could even draw near.

Mo Yuan and Son Goku locked their gazes onto one another, their fighting spirit now impossible to suppress.

"Fight!"

The two transformed into streaks of light, shooting toward each other.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!----"

Their fists and kicks contained immense energy, and every collision triggered a violent explosion.

"BOOM!!----"

In just a few short seconds, they had already exchanged hundreds of blows.

The entire sky had long since been engulfed by explosions.

The shockwaves and heat generated by the blasts rolled toward the ground, uprooting trees and scorching the earth.

"Hahaha!! Exhilarating!"

Mo Yuan shouted in excitement; he was deeply addicted to this evenly matched battle.

He had cast aside all distractions, throwing his entire being into the fray.

Son Goku was the same, shouting and yelling with excitement, his movements never faltering for a second.

Mo Yuan caught Son Goku's fist with his left hand while gathering terrifying energy into his right.

As he pulled Son Goku toward him with his left hand, he thrust his right fist out, slamming it toward Son Goku's chest.

Son Goku's reaction was swift, and he immediately used his left hand to block Mo Yuan's strike.

"Bang!"

Clutching his chest, Son Goku was sent flying backward as if struck by a cannonball.

"My Mountain-Piercing Strike isn't half bad, is it?"

Mo Yuan said smugly.

During his year and a half in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, besides training, Mo Yuan had also created many strange and unique techniques.

This Mountain-Piercing Strike was one of them.

Although Son Goku had blocked his fist just now, his energy had bypassed the hand and struck Son Goku directly in the chest.

"That's amazing."

Son Goku had been winded by the blow to his chest; it took him a moment to recover, and he rubbed his chest in praise.

Try this one.

A sudden idea struck Mo Yuan.

A purple energy sphere the size of a fist appeared in his hand.

"Take this, Goku!"

Mo Yuan shouted, hurling the energy sphere at Son Goku.

The moment Son Goku saw the energy sphere, he moved to dodge, but he suddenly realized that the projectile had vanished mid-air.

"It disappeared?"

It wasn't just Son Goku; even the spectators on the Lookout wore expressions of confusion.

Only Lazuli looked on with a hint of surprise.

He can even play like that?

Mo Yuan's technique seemed to have opened a new world for Lazuli.

Seeing the energy sphere vanish, Son Goku immediately stopped in his tracks, not daring to make a reckless move.

Before he could decide on his next move, however.

He suddenly sensed a spatial fluctuation appear behind him.

Immediately after, that vanished energy blast abruptly materialized at his back.

The distance was too close; Son Goku had no time to dodge and could only scramble to coat his entire back in ki.

"BOOM!!"

The tiny energy blast contained terrifying power; even with preparation, Son Goku wouldn't dare take it head-on, let alone while caught off guard.

The fiery glow of the explosion stained the entire sky red.

Mo Yuan watched the blast with a hint of excitement.

This was something he had improvised on the spot.

He hadn't expected it to succeed on the first try.

In truth, the technique was simple: he attached spatial energy to the energy blast, then sent it through a spatial node to emerge from another.

Furthermore, he could adjust the speed at which the energy blast appeared based on the situation.

It could appear instantaneously, or with a delay.

However, this move was actually quite easy for Son Goku to defend against.

After all, Son Goku himself possessed the ability to commune with space.

He could sense spatial fluctuations, allowing him to know exactly where an attack would come from.

This time, it had been a surprise attack.

It wouldn't be so easy to hit him next time.

The explosion subsided, and the flames dissipated.

Revealing a tattered Son Goku.

Miraculously, though his shirt was nearly shredded, his pants only had a few small holes.

Mo Yuan had actually conducted experiments regarding this.

There seemed to be some special energy on the pants that prevented them from being destroyed in battle, leaving them with, at most, a few holes.

Moreover, the crotch area of the pants was indestructible.

Of course, this didn't mean the crotch area possessed absolute defensive capabilities.

If you wanted to try taking an attack head-on with your crotch.

Heh!

If you aren't afraid of ending up with scrambled eggs, feel free to give it a try.

Although Son Goku looked disheveled and bore several cuts and bruises, this meant nothing to him.

In terms of endurance and willpower, Son Goku was absolutely second to none.

"I never imagined you could use Instant Transmission so skillfully; that's truly amazing."

Son Goku couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"Just a few minor tricks, not worth mentioning." Mo Yuan waved his hand, completely indifferent, as if it were a trivial matter.

(눈_눈)

Are you even human?

Son Goku was speechless.

He had learned Instant Transmission years ago, and even moving himself required locking onto a ki signature.

Yet Mo Yuan was already performing fancy tricks the moment he learned it.

Is having talent so great? Can you just do whatever you want because you're talented?

Son Goku cursed inwardly.

As it turned out, having talent really did allow you to do whatever you wanted.

Mo Yuan: "Come on, let's continue."

Son Goku narrowed his eyes: "Right."

And then, the two began to fight again.

As their battle continued, the number of people on the Lookout gradually increased.

(Brain deposit: They should have arrived back when Vegeta and Lapis were fighting, but well...

I forgot. [Hands on hips, looking righteous and bold.JPG])

Piccolo and the others sensed the ki of Son Goku fighting someone and arrived one after another.

At first, seeing Lazuli and Lapis, they nearly started a fight.

Fortunately, Gohan and Mr. Popo were there to mediate, preventing the two sides from clashing.

After hearing the explanations from Gohan and Mr. Popo, everyone was left dumbfounded.

They never expected that the two sides, which were hostile just a few days ago, could now barely be considered friends.

In other words, they now had only one enemy: Cell.

Furthermore, Cell had gone to another timeline, and there was no telling when he would return.

Perhaps he might not return at all.

Since that was the case, they no longer needed to continue searching for Cell.

Unfortunately, because Kami and Piccolo had merged, the Dragon Balls could no longer be used.

There was no way to resurrect the humans killed by Cell.

Time slipped away bit by bit.

The sparring match between Son Goku and Mo Yuan was nearing its end.

At this moment, there was a stark contrast between Son Goku and Mo Yuan.

Son Goku's clothes were in tatters, and his body was covered in wounds.

While Mo Yuan's clothes were also somewhat damaged, he appeared to have no injuries on his body.

It was not that Mo Yuan's base combat power was significantly stronger than Son Goku's.

It was because Mo Yuan's body had fused the bloodlines of the Namekian and the Frieza Race; not only was his constitution stronger than a Saiyan's, but he also possessed powerful regenerative abilities.

Moreover, since they were only sparring, neither had used lethal force.

"Hoo!" Son Goku panted heavily. "Come on, let's decide the winner with one final move."

Mo Yuan stared at Son Goku. "Come!!"

With a tacit understanding, the two raised their energy to the maximum once again.

Son Goku placed his hands in a cupped shape at his waist.

"Kamehameha..."

A small blue sphere appeared between his hands.

Mo Yuan formed a sword seal with his right hand, purple light flickering at his fingertips, emitting a sharp aura that seemed capable of tearing through space.

Son Goku looked at the purple glow at Mo Yuan's fingertips with a solemn expression.

He couldn't help but pour more energy between his hands.

Gradually, Son Goku felt that the small sphere in his hands was becoming difficult to control.

"Ha!!"

Son Goku shouted, pushing his hands toward Mo Yuan, and a massive energy wave surged from his palms, roaring toward Mo Yuan with the force of an army.

In an instant, the world was illuminated in blue.

Those watching from the Lookout grew tense, staring fixedly at Mo Yuan.

"Dodge it!!"

Even Lazuli, who knew Mo Yuan's true strength, couldn't help but shout in nervousness.

Mo Yuan seemed not to see the attack, his entire focus placed on his fingertips.

Just as Son Goku's Kamehameha was about to strike Mo Yuan, the purple glow at Mo Yuan's fingertips stopped flickering and solidified into a blade.

"Space-Splitting Sword!"

The two words drifted lightly into everyone's ears.

A flash of purple light erupted.

The Kamehameha that was about to hit Mo Yuan shattered inch by inch.

A purple sword beam struck the center of the energy wave and pushed toward Son Goku.

Wherever it passed, the energy wave dissolved into specks of starlight.

"How is this possible?!!"

Son Goku couldn't believe what he was seeing, his energy surging frantically into his hands.

"Ah!!"

The Kamehameha grew larger and thicker.

But it still couldn't stop the sword beam, merely slowing its speed.

Seeing the situation was dire, Son Goku quickly used Instant Transmission to get away.

Without the obstruction of the Kamehameha, the sword beam soared like a dragon returning to the sea, vanishing into the horizon.

Countless light-years away from Earth.

A flash of purple light streaked by, and several stars exploded in succession.

In a silent, brilliant display of fireworks, they quietly turned into cosmic dust.