Toppo's God of Destruction Form

"Hmph, Toppo hasn't even gotten serious yet." Vermoud chuckled lightly, unbothered.

Even if Toppo lost to that brat, so what?

I still have a trump card I haven't used yet.

That trump card is Jiren.

When the time comes, I'll just have Jiren win it back.

Even if this kid named Vegeta is strong, he's still far from being a match for Jiren.

Jiren's strength is second only to mine.

"You're just being stubborn; you'd better prepare yourself to work for me for 100 years," Rumsshi roared with laughter.

"Hmph, don't celebrate too early. Until the outcome is decided, everything is just talk." Vermoud smiled.

Below.

"When did you become an Apprentice God of Destruction?" Toppo asked, looking at Vegeta.

"12 years ago," Vegeta replied with a smile.

"What? 12 years ago? Does that mean you've only been training for 12 years?" Toppo's eyes widened.

"In the true sense of the word, yes, only 12 years." Vegeta nodded.

Vegeta was telling the truth.

Vegeta was already five years old when he transmigrated here.

He started training from that year on.

Therefore, Vegeta had only been training for 12 years.

"How old are you this year? You don't look very old," Toppo asked.

"17," Vegeta replied.

"Hmph, you look like you're not even eight years old," Toppo snorted.

"I was just born short, that's all," Vegeta said with a calm expression.

Toppo: "..."

Toppo fell silent.

This kid's expression looked very calm.

Usually, people who are short are quite sensitive about such remarks.

Yet this kid said it so matter-of-factly.

Even now, Vegeta still looked much the same as he did when he was five.

Sometimes Vegeta wondered if it was because of his transmigration that he still looked like a five-year-old at 17.

But none of that mattered anymore.

Even if he didn't grow up, he could just have Shenron make him bigger later.

Besides, Vegeta believed in himself; one day he would suddenly grow into an adult.

He was a Saiyan, after all.

It was normal for his constitution to be a bit special.

"Very well, you are indeed no simpleton; you already held the upper hand in the fight just now," Toppo smiled lightly. "However, you've kept your hands in your pockets the whole time, which means you're also hiding your strength, am I right?"

"That's right," Vegeta nodded.

"I've also been hiding my strength, you know?" Toppo said with a smile.

"I know," Vegeta nodded again.

"Then let's decide the winner between the two of us now." A smile appeared on Toppo's face.

Amidst the ruins of the Pride Troopers' headquarters below.

"Can the Captain beat that brat?" Kahseral pondered aloud.

"Damn it! That arrogant little brat!" Dyspo gritted his teeth in hatred.

"Vice-captain, are you alright?" Cocotte asked with concern.

"I'm fine!" Dyspo shook his head, gritting his teeth. "Go, Captain! You must give that brat a good thrashing. Does he think he's so great just because he's an Apprentice God of Destruction?"

"Are the people from Universe 10 always this shameless?" Kunshi snorted. "Even if they wanted to challenge us, they didn't have to smash our conference room!"

"The conference room... I believe it was the Captain who rushed up and tore the roof off," Cocotte corrected him.

"Cocotte, shut up!" Dyspo snapped irritably.

High in the sky.

Vegeta and Toppo stood facing each other.

"BOOM!"

A purple-red aura suddenly erupted from Toppo's body.

God of Destruction mode.

Looking at Vegeta, he remained with his hands in his pockets, his expression extremely calm, with no aura radiating from him at all.

"Kid, are you sure you won't take your hands out?" Toppo asked, his face turning cold as he narrowed his eyes.

"There's no need for that. To deal with a guy like you, do I even need to use my hands?" A smile appeared on Vegeta's face.

"Don't you dare look down on me! You'll regret this immediately!" Toppo let out a cold snort and rushed rapidly toward where Vegeta stood.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Toppo unleashed a storm of attacks upon Vegeta.

With his hands still in his pockets, Vegeta blocked all of Toppo's punches and kicks using only his feet.

After a few rounds of combat.

"Bang!"

Vegeta's foot and Toppo's fist collided.

Both of them were sent flying backward.

Soon, the two opened up some distance between them.

Immediately after, Vegeta kicked out through the air.

Then, Vegeta's leg flew straight off.

Toppo: "..."

What the hell!

This again?

"Bang!"

Toppo also flew up and kicked, sending Vegeta's leg flying away.

Vegeta quickly regenerated his leg.

"Whoosh!"

The next moment, Vegeta rushed forward again at high speed.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The two engaged in a fierce confrontation in the air.

For a moment, they appeared to be evenly matched.

After fighting for another hundred rounds or so.

Vegeta kicked out fiercely, landing a strike directly on Toppo's arm.

"Crack!"

Toppo's arm emitted a crisp sound, and he gasped in pain.

"Hmph, it's just a broken arm, and you're already in this much pain?" Vegeta smiled contemptuously. "My leg fell off, did you hear me make a single sound?"

Toppo: "..."

Shameless brat!

"Don't you feel pain?" Toppo asked through gritted teeth.

"I do, but I've experienced so much pain that this little bit is nothing," Vegeta smiled. "Besides, the more it hurts, the more it ignites my fighting spirit."

"Whoosh!"

As he spoke, Vegeta flew up at high speed and slammed his head directly into Toppo's chest.

"Pfft..."

Toppo spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling as if his chest had caved in.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Taking the opportunity, Vegeta unleashed a barrage of kicks on Toppo.

For a moment, Toppo was beaten into a state where he couldn't fight back.

"Bang!"

Vegeta landed another kick on Toppo's forehead.

Toppo turned into a shooting star, plummeting toward the ground below.

However, just as Toppo was about to hit the ground, purple-red energy surged from his body, and he quickly came to a stop in mid-air.

Toppo took a deep breath, his expression turning somewhat ferocious.

Toppo felt a wave of frustration.

Mainly because after fighting for so long, this kid had kept his hands in his pockets the entire time.

I have already brought out my true strength, yet he still has plenty of room to spare.

"Destruction!"

Toppo gritted his teeth, and a sphere of Destruction energy in his hand whistled toward Vegeta's position.

The purple-red Destruction energy transformed into a streak of light, closing in on Vegeta at blinding speed.

Watching the incoming Destruction energy, Vegeta kicked out at it without the slightest panic.

Whoosh!

The Destruction energy changed direction in mid-air instantly, whistling away toward the Pride Troopers' headquarters.