Combat Power 8 Billion!

"How much?" Vegeta asked with interest.

"The combat power of a God of Destruction simply cannot be calculated with numbers! If one were to force a calculation..." Rumsshi said, turning his head to look at Cus. "Cus, you calculate it. If my strength were converted into his combat power, what would it reach?"

"Oh my, oh my... that is a massive undertaking," Cus smiled. "Let me see..."

Cus pinched her fingers and calculated silently.

A minute later.

"If one were to force Lord Rumsshi's strength into a combat power value, it would be approximately 10 to the 47th power," Cus mused. "That is a truly terrifying astronomical figure."

Vegeta: "..."

Vegeta fell silent.

10 to the 47th power.

That is a 1 followed by 47 zeros.

It was indeed an astronomical figure.

"Actually, it cannot be calculated that way. After all, gods have their own ways of fighting. While numbers can serve as a unit of measurement, when a God of Destruction truly fights, it comes down to the God of Destruction Technique, which is the energy of destruction," Cus explained.

"Understood," Vegeta nodded.

Cus: "..."

How did you understand it just like that?

"In other words, whoever condenses their destruction more is stronger, right?" Vegeta asked.

"Kid, did you even listen?" Rumsshi said with a dark face. "What do you mean by 'whoever condenses their destruction more is stronger'? The size of the destruction has nothing to do with a God of Destruction's strength."

"For example, if our destruction energy intensity is the same, isn't it true that the more it's condensed, the stronger the power?" Vegeta retorted confidently.

Rumsshi: "..."

"Mr. Vegeta is also correct. In the case where the intensity of the destruction energy is the same, the more condensed the destruction, the greater the power," Cus nodded.

"Cus, you can't spoil this kid. This kid is full of twisted logic," Rumsshi snorted.

"Whether it's twisted logic doesn't matter," Vegeta said with a smile. "Let's continue. I need to keep grinding my combat power; I'll strive to reach 10 billion today."

Rumsshi let out a helpless sigh.

Why do I feel like training with you, kid, is so exhausting?

I clearly beat you up quite painfully.

Yet you don't even make a sound.

This left Rumsshi without a shred of satisfaction.

Normally, for Rumsshi, beating people up was a very happy thing.

But when Rumsshi's fists and kicks landed on Vegeta, Vegeta acted as if nothing had happened.

Even during the subsequent battle.

Vegeta even ripped off his own arm and swung his severed limb as a weapon.

After seeing this fighting style, Rumsshi felt like he was about to break down.

Is there anyone who fights like that?

The day passed quickly.

Vegeta checked his own energy levels.

The harvest was quite rich.

Although he didn't reach the height of 10 billion.

His base combat power had been raised to 8 billion by Vegeta.

This Ultra Divine Water is a good thing.

I had originally reached my limit.

But after drinking the Ultra Divine Water, the height of my limit increased again.

Now that my combat power has reached 8 billion, it looks like it can continue to double.

Vegeta felt pleased with himself.

That evening, because he was in a good mood, Vegeta specially added a chicken leg for both Cus and Rumsshi.

Orleans-style roasted chicken legs.

After Rumsshi tasted the deliciousness of the chicken leg, the unhappiness in his heart finally eased.

"Hey, kid, what are your plans for tomorrow?" Rumsshi asked. "Are you going to continue training with me?"

"Of course not. Tomorrow I'm training with Cus. Wasn't it agreed that Monday, Wednesday, and Friday are with you, and Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday are with Cus?" Vegeta shook his head.

Training requires a balance of work and rest.

Vegeta understood this principle well.

Constantly following Rumsshi to train by hovering on the brink of death was not a long-term solution for increasing combat power.

Vegeta needed a process of adaptation.

And that process of adaptation was to train with Cus.

Spending this day with Cus was exactly what would allow Vegeta to maximize the combat power he had gained.

Hearing that he wouldn't have to accompany Vegeta for training tomorrow, Rumsshi breathed a slight sigh of relief.

I feel like I'm more exhausted than you after training with you for a day.

The next day.

Vegeta and Cus were ready for battle.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Vegeta raised his energy to the limit and launched a fierce assault on Cus.

He still couldn't even touch her clothes.

Vegeta pondered, If my current combat power were converted into Cus's calculation method, what would it be?

It seems to be less than 10 to the power of 10.

10 to the power of 10 is 10 billion.

My combat power is only 8 billion.

The road ahead is long and arduous, and I shall search high and low for the way forward.

My ultimate goal is to touch Cus... ahem, I mean, make physical contact with Cus.

Fine, I admit my mind wandered.

"Mr. Vegeta, you are currently still relying on your brain to make your body react," Cus said with a smile. "The essence of Ultra Instinct is that every part of the body can act independently."

Every part of the body can act independently? Vegeta's thoughts immediately went off the rails again.

"Hey... what is that expression on your face?" Cus wiped away a bead of sweat.

Why do I feel like your thoughts are a bit indecent?

Aren't you only five years old?

Are children these days maturing this early?

"It's nothing, don't worry about the details," Vegeta grinned.

The day's training ended quickly.

It appeared that Vegeta's combat power hadn't increased during today's session.

However, Vegeta knew better.

Although his combat power hadn't risen, his energy had undergone a qualitative change.

If the past was a change in quantity, then this was a qualitative transformation of energy.

Vegeta could clearly feel that his energy was gradually converting toward the direction of divine power.

Even though the conversion was a long process, the fact that there were signs of it was a good thing.

Cus: "..."

Cus stared blankly at Vegeta, feeling that she could see through him less and less.

This little guy's talent was truly extraordinary.

Time flowed like water, and the years flew by like a shuttle.

Before he knew it, nine years had passed.

According to their agreement, Vegeta followed Rumsshi to train every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.

When training with Rumsshi, the main thing Vegeta had to do was learn how to take a beating.

He grew constantly while being pummeled.

In truth, for Vegeta, this was nothing at all.

This level of pain compared to the Ultra Divine Water... well, there was absolutely no comparison.

However, every time he finished training with Rumsshi, Vegeta would take out a small notebook and a pen to record a number.

Rumsshi was quite puzzled by this.

"What exactly is the meaning of these numbers of yours?"