Qin Feng Chooses the Most Audacious Option: Blow Up Champa!

"I'd say it's a safe bet. And the owner of this energy should be the God of Destruction of this universe." Qin Feng rubbed his chin.

Although the opponent was still a long way off, he could sense them clearly.

If Champa really came knocking, that would be entertaining.

Hit, the assassin from Universe 6, wasn't even worth the effort, and now the only thing that could pique his interest was this fat cat God of Destruction.

"God of Destruction? Are they the same type of people as the Supreme Kai?" Android 18 blinked her beautiful eyes in curiosity.

That Supreme Kai, Shin, from before had been such a coward, wetting himself at the slightest provocation, which made him truly pathetic.

"Their status is similar, but their strength is worlds apart. A God of Destruction could crush ten thousand Supreme Kais with a single finger," Qin Feng explained casually.

"That strong?"

Android 18's pretty face shifted slightly, the heat of her earlier flirtatious mood instantly fading. "Can you handle him?"

"Don't worry, with my current abilities, dealing with him is more than enough," Qin Feng said, his face full of confidence.

Among the Gods of Destruction of the twelve universes, that fat slob Champa was absolutely at the bottom of the barrel.

He spent his days eating, drinking, and having fun instead of training, resulting in a ruined physique and pathetic combat power.

In the tournament from the manga, he had been the one beaten the most miserably.

"Ding! Detected that the Universe 6 God of Destruction, Champa, has locked onto the host. Triggering choice mission!"

"Option 1: A wise man knows when to retreat; flee Universe 6 immediately. Reward: Immortal Body."

"Option 2: Temporarily hide your strength and beg Champa for mercy. Reward: Strength equal to Jiren."

"Option 3: Face him head-on and beat the God of Destruction Champa to a pulp! Reward: Permanent Hakai Energy!"

The system's voice rang out in his mind right on cue.

"Right on time." Qin Feng felt a surge of joy.

Getting missions when encountering strong enemies was the system's standard operating procedure, but he was more concerned with the rewards.

"Choose three, face Champa head-on!" Qin Feng decided decisively.

An immortal body sounded impressive, but in front of a God of Destruction, it was a joke.

They could erase a person along with their soul using Hakai Energy, leaving no chance for resurrection.

As for Jiren's strength?

Forget it. With Mastered Ultra Instinct in his grasp, fighting Jiren was like child's play; this reward held no temptation.

Most importantly, begging a fat slob for mercy? Absolutely impossible!

Obtaining permanent Hakai Energy was the real trump card.

Once he mastered this divine technique that contained the power of rules, he would never have to fear any God of Destruction again.

"Let's go, we'll wait for him on that dead planet ahead."

Qin Feng wrapped an arm around Android 18's slender, willow-like waist and used Instant Transmission, landing on a barren, desolate planet.

If he were to truly cut loose and fight a God of Destruction, the fallout would be world-shattering.

Although he was ruthless, he had no interest in slaughtering innocent civilians.

Half an hour later.

Whoosh!

Two streaks of light cut across the sky, and the God of Destruction Champa and the Angel Vados landed steadily.

"You finally arrived. You're really slow."

Qin Feng stood up, hands in his pockets, his tone full of mockery.

"Oh? It seems you sensed us long ago. No wonder you specifically chose a deserted planet." Vados covered her mouth and chuckled, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

She had been wondering why these two had run to such a godforsaken place; it turned out they were afraid of collateral damage. It seemed their hearts weren't entirely wicked.

"Hmph! Since you've become a god, it's no surprise you can sense my energy!"

Champa put his hands on his hips, puffed out his round belly, and looked arrogant. "But I must say, I admire your guts. Knowing I was coming, you didn't run and actually dared to wait here for death!"

Judging by the young man's reaction, he clearly recognized them.

For a human to actually know about a God of Destruction, he certainly had some tricks up his sleeve.

"Run? Just because of a fat, big-eared slob like you?"

"A mere bottom-tier God of Destruction, and you think you're worth me running?" Qin Feng sneered, his eyes filled with contempt.

Since he had accepted the mission to beat him up, there was no need to be polite; he would say whatever hurt the most.

"A mere god?!"

"You insolent brat! You truly don't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"

Champa's eyes widened instantly, and his killing intent erupted with a roar.

Having lived for hundreds of millions of years, no one had ever dared to call him fat to his face, let alone look down on him with such a tone!

This arrogant brat was simply jumping back and forth, repeatedly challenging his bottom line!

"What is a God of Destruction, anyway?"

"In front of Grand Zeno, aren't you just kneeling on the ground like a dog, begging for pity? Stop trying to gild your own lily," Qin Feng continued to twist the knife, every word stabbing straight into Champa's lungs.

"Ho ho ho! This young man has such a sharp tongue; Lord Champa is going to be absolutely furious this time," Vados remarked from the sidelines, enjoying the spectacle and hoping for even more chaos.

Champa was usually accustomed to being high and mighty, and it had been a long time since she had seen him look so frustrated.

"Shut up!"

"You vermin! I originally only intended to break your legs and call it a day, but now you have successfully enraged me!"

"I will crush your bones inch by inch! I'll make you go to hell in endless pain and terror!"

Champa was so angry that his fat trembled violently, his fists clenched with a creaking sound, and his features were completely distorted, as if he were about to devour a living person.

"Who can't talk big?"

"If you want to fight, hurry up. Don't dawdle."

Qin Feng beckoned impatiently, his provocation reaching its peak.

"You suicidal piece of trash! I'll grant your wish!"

Champa let out a violent roar, his eyes spitting fire.

"Oh my, Lord Champa is truly enraged. This young man is so insufferable; he's going to be in big trouble in a moment," Vados shook her head slightly.

Looking at the situation, this barren planet definitely wouldn't survive today.

Whoosh!

As soon as Champa finished speaking, his round body instantly transformed into a purple afterimage.

His speed was dizzying.

Don't let his fat fool you; this speed was absolutely streets ahead of the assassin Hit.

"Haa!"

Watching Champa charge toward him, Qin Feng tightened his fists.

Boom!

A golden pillar of light shot into the sky as he transitioned directly into his Super Saiyan 4 form.

The time he had spent as a Super Saiyan God earlier was too short to fully grasp the nuances of the divine realm, so if he were truly fighting for his life, Super Saiyan 4 was the most reliable choice.

After transforming, Qin Feng tapped his toes and retreated rapidly.

But Champa followed like a shadow, closing the distance in an instant as his sandbag-sized purple fist slammed directly toward Qin Feng's face.

This fat cat's speed is truly monstrous!

Qin Feng felt a chill in his heart.

In the anime, this guy was lazy and gluttonous, panting after taking just a few steps.

He hadn't expected him to be this fierce when the fighting actually started!

There was no time to think; Qin Feng hurriedly crossed his arms to protect his chest.

Bang!

Champa's heavy punch landed solidly on Qin Feng's arms.

A massive burst of power erupted, and Qin Feng was sent flying like a cannonball.

Boom, boom, boom!

He crashed through seven or eight mountain peaks before he could barely come to a stop.

"This fat bastard, he hits like a truck!"

Qin Feng rubbed his aching chest.

He had originally thought that by relying on the Mystic State fused with his base form, and then transforming into Super Saiyan 4, he would definitely be able to go toe-to-toe with Champa.

But that single blow made him realize that the value of a God of Destruction was far higher than he had anticipated.

Relying solely on Super Saiyan 4, there was basically no chance of winning against Champa; he was even struggling just to parry.

"You've got a tough life, bug."

"To take a punch from me and not be dead yet—I suppose you have some skill."

Champa swept a contemptuous glance at Qin Feng.

Hum, hum, hum!

Champa spread his hands, and a dozen purple energy spheres instantly appeared around him.

Qin Feng keenly sensed that these spheres did not contain the power of destruction.

This meant Champa didn't intend to kill him in one hit; he was playing a game of cat and mouse!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Over a dozen purple orbs of light slammed toward Qin Feng like a violent rainstorm.

Boom!

A chain of massive explosions instantly engulfed the spot where Qin Feng had been standing.

Mushroom clouds rose one after another, and the ground was blasted into a bottomless crater.

Yet, Qin Feng's figure had vanished without a trace long before the blast.

"Tch..."

"He runs fast enough."

Champa raised an eyebrow slightly.

Swish!

The next second, Champa flashed, appearing directly behind Qin Feng.

Without a word, he swung a heavy punch with all his might.

Swish!

The fist passed straight through Qin Feng's body.

An afterimage?!

How could this vermin be this fast?

Champa's face was filled with astonishment.

That last strike had sealed off every possible retreat; how had this human managed to dodge it?