Super Two Descends

That violent aura spread out like a shockwave.

Debris leaped into the air, the ground churned in chaos, and dust flew so thick that visibility vanished.

The air suddenly grew heavy, as if filled with lead.

Even breathing became a struggle.

The ground beneath Jiang Che's feet began to vibrate slightly, with cracks spreading outward like a spiderweb.

He felt every single speck of dust trembling; it was as if nothing remained in the world but that golden figure.

Jiang Che stood still, looking up at Vegeta in mid-air—the golden figure hovered there, his body wreathed in arcs of electricity and churning energy.

Against the pale, bleak sky, he looked like a sun about to crash down.

A look of gravity surfaced in Jiang Che's eyes.

He clenched his fists and straightened his back, truly feeling that pressure wrapping around his entire body like an invisible net.

He had to put effort into every breath.

The Super Two level... it was truly formidable.

Standing here, he could sense the power surging within his opponent, ready to overflow—like a volcano on the verge of eruption, rumbling beneath a golden shell.

The air was filled with a scorching, metallic-tasting oppression that even distorted his vision.

Jiang Che's pupils contracted, and his heartbeat sounded exceptionally clear—the entire scene was deathly silent, and it felt as though only the sound of his own heart remained.

"Kid, it's not too late to surrender now." Vegeta's voice descended from high above, arrogant as he looked down at Jiang Che.

He peered down, a contemptuous smile curling his lips, his golden pupils flashing with pride. "Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless. I won't show mercy to a fool who refuses to yield."

Wind blew between the two, kicking up dust.

Jiang Che remained silent for a few seconds before speaking, his voice as calm as stagnant water: "Surrender?" He looked up, his eyes carrying a faint, subtle smile—not one of sarcasm or provocation, but rather an unfathomable indifference. "When did I ever say I would surrender?"

"You—" Vegeta's expression changed abruptly, his brows knitting together as veins bulged on his forehead.

He let out a low growl, leaning forward and stomping into the void, sending shockwaves splashing outward—he was about to erupt and blast Jiang Che into fragments.

Just as he was about to strike, he suddenly stopped—his entire body froze in mid-air, as if hit by a pause button.

Vegeta sensed a strange aura.

It was extremely faint, almost negligible, yet it was precisely this that made it impossible to breathe—like an undercurrent beneath the deep sea, or the deathly silence before a storm.

It was so light, yet it made a chill run down his spine and his hair stand on end.

Vegeta locked his gaze onto Jiang Che, his pupils shrinking and his eyes widening until they nearly split, as if he were witnessing an impossibility.

He saw a pale red light begin to seep from Jiang Che's entire body—at first, it was just a blurry crimson glow flowing along his skin.

Then, the light grew increasingly intense—from light red to deep crimson, from a soft glow to a blazing flame!

His hair turned a dazzling red—not dark red, but glass-like crimson, like fire burning and lava flowing, every strand glowing and swaying.

Immediately after, Jiang Che's aura vanished completely.

It wasn't hidden or suppressed; it simply disappeared entirely.

It was as if he had been erased from the world, or had turned into a stone, a tree, or a speck of dust.

In Vegeta's perception, Jiang Che had vanished—there were no energy fluctuations, no energy flames, not even a single biological signal left.

But the problem was, his eyes could still see him; Jiang Che was still standing there, his feet planted on the rubble, his body radiating a pale red light.

That light was gentle yet divine, like transparent amber enveloping Jiang Che.

He stood there just like that, like a deity stepping out of an ancient temple—quiet, composed, and carrying an unchallengeable majesty.

Vegeta muttered to himself, "What is this..." His voice trembled slightly, his golden brows locked tight, and the smile on his lips had vanished entirely.

He had never seen this form before.

In three hundred years of combat, he had seen countless warriors and countless transformations.

For a Saiyan to turn golden was common knowledge, an instinct within their genes, the ultimate goal every Saiyan warrior pursued.

Even his father, King Vegeta, had never mentioned any other colored forms.

But red...

Jiang Che looked up, his red pupils like burning rubies, piercing through the air and locking onto Vegeta.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, carrying a sense of ease and composure: "Are you ready?"

Before the words had even faded, he vanished entirely!

He truly disappeared, not through movement or a dash.

It was like water merging into the sea, or smoke dissipating into the wind.

Only a faint red afterimage remained, slowly fading into the air, while the dust beneath his feet didn't even stir.

Vegeta's pupils contracted to pinpricks, a lethal sense of crisis pouring over him like ice water, and every hair on his body stood on end.

There was no time to think, no time to turn, not even time to judge; relying on three hundred years of combat instinct, he slammed his arms together to protect his chest, tensing his muscles to the limit as his golden energy and lightning condensed frantically into a shield!

But the next second—

A knee slammed into his abdomen!

It was so fast that time itself couldn't react.

Vegeta hadn't seen how the red shadow appeared, hadn't heard the whistle of wind, and hadn't sensed any warning.

In a single instant, an indescribable force erupted from his gut!

The impact wasn't a strike; it was an explosion—it felt like a miniature nuclear bomb detonating inside his body!

"Gah—!"

Vegeta's entire body buckled, his back arching violently as his chin snapped upward, his eyes bulging as if they might burst.

A mouthful of hot blood sprayed out, drawing a tragic crimson line through the air.

He could feel his internal organs being gripped by a giant hand and crushed to pieces; his stomach churned uncontrollably, and the metallic tang of blood filled his mouth.

Vegeta was like a kite with a snapped string—no, like a heavy object blasted by a massive cannon—flying horizontally, tearing through the air with a piercing shriek!

His vision spun wildly, the sky and earth alternating, while gravel and dust streaked past him.

He slammed into the ground, bounced, struck a rock, and bounced again—

"BOOM!"

The first small hill was shattered by his body; rocks cracked and crumbled, falling like rain and pockmarking the earth.

He didn't stop for a second, continuing to fly and tumble horizontally—

"BOOM!"

The second small hill collapsed entirely, boulders pulverized into powder, dust rising to blot out the sky.

A massive gap remained in the mountainside, with fresh blood seeping from the jagged edges of the rock—

"BOOM!"