Ultimate Awakening

Super Saiyan!

Jiang Che threw his arms wide, and a golden aura erupted instantly.

The floor beneath his feet could not withstand the pressure; cracks spread out rapidly like a spiderweb.

The entire space trembled, the air thick with a scorching heat that seemed to sear the very soul.

He stood at the center of that radiance, tilting his head back slightly, a faint arc curling at the corner of his mouth.

His gaze was as steady as iron as he whispered, "Not enough. This is only the beginning."

Ten times the gravity pressed down, making the bones in his limbs creak, his muscles taut as steel wire.

The sweat that had just beaded on his skin evaporated instantly in the aura, turning into white mist.

Jiang Che closed his eyes; the power within him surged through his meridians like molten lava, each heartbeat striking his chest cavity like a drumstick, shaking him to the core.

When he opened his eyes, his gaze was as sharp as a blade.

He took a step, and the ground shattered instantly; stone fragments were launched into the air, only to be dragged back down by the gravity.

He threw a punch, the air emitting a sharp hum, his fist leaving a blurred afterimage in its wake.

Immediately following was a roundhouse kick, the wind from his leg whipping through the air with a crackling sound.

His body darted at high speed, leaving behind layers of overlapping afterimages, as if a dozen clones were practicing different moves.

With every burst of power, sweat was flung away, only to be vaporized by the aura before it could even hit the ground.

A week later, the stability of his Super One form was unprecedented.

Jiang Che clenched his fists, the golden aura coiling around his entire body, settling down as if it were a living thing.

He gave a low shout, "Super Two." His voice was deep, carrying an irresistible pressure.

As soon as the words left his lips, the aura exploded, lightning crackling and hissing within it.

His hair stood on end, becoming sharp and pointed, as if it could pierce through steel plating.

His momentum surged several times over, the air let out a muffled boom, and the ground cracked and sank once more.

Taking a deep breath, he felt the energy consumption of the Super Two form—it was like a great river flowing, draining away every second.

But he had complete control over the speed; Jiang Che could even accurately calculate where every drop of energy was going.

He began to hone himself further in the Super Two state, striving for perfection in every movement.

When throwing a punch, the power flowed from his waist and shoulders to his knuckles, the entire process as fluid as running water.

With a sweeping kick, every inch of muscle from his toes to his heels was tensed to the limit.

Jiang Che closed his eyes, sensing the trajectory of every attack through the airflow and gravity alone, golden afterimages lingering in the space for a long time.

Time slipped away quietly like sand in an hourglass.

On the morning of the month mark, he stood in the center of the training ground, surrounded by pits and cracks he had created.

He slowly clenched his fists, his eyes as calm as water, yet suppressing a storm within.

"Super Three." A low growl rolled from the depths of his throat.

He threw his head back and roared, the sound wave nearly shattering the air.

His muscles bulged to their limit, veins popping out beneath his skin like coiling dragons.

The golden aura shot into the sky, turning into a pillar of light that slammed into the ceiling, making the training ground hum and tremble.

His hair grew wildly down to his waist, his eyebrows vanished, and the veins on his forehead throbbed like drumbeats.

Super Three!

Maintaining this state was like carrying an entire mountain on his shoulders.

Under ten times the gravity, every shred of energy was crushed by a heavy hammer, and every cell in his body was screaming.

The air was viscous; every breath required his absolute all.

Jiang Che gritted his teeth and held on for ten minutes, his muscles beginning to spasm, sweat pouring down like a waterfall, his aura flickering unsteadily.

He was forced to release the transformation, dropping to his knees and gasping for air, the white mist of his breath slowly dissipating into the air.

"Still... need to adapt." He looked up, his eyes burning with an unyielding fire.

In the days that followed, Jiang Che forged himself like steel.

Time and again he transformed into Super Three, time and again he walked the edge of his limits.

From ten minutes to fifteen, then to twenty, every breakthrough was accompanied by muscle-tearing pain and the creaking of bones, but he gritted his teeth and held on, turning the agony into motivation.

Three months later, he could fight freely in the Super Three form for half an hour.

His fists were like mountains, his kicks like lightning, every move condensing power and beauty under the immense pressure.

"Time to try the Super Saiyan God." Jiang Che whispered to himself, slowly closing his eyes and sinking his consciousness deep within.

That dormant power of a god began to stir, as if being awakened.

He opened his arms slightly, and a red aura rose from his body like a newborn sun, staining the space with the color of blood.

His hair turned wine-red, his pupils deepening to a profound crimson, as if reflecting the stars.

Super Saiyan God!

This transformation was more natural and fluid, with almost no lag.

The divine power surged like a tide, spreading wave after wave, causing space to vibrate with a hum, even temporarily shaking the gravity field.

Jiang Che slowly opened his eyes, his gaze shining like rubies, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

He raised his hand, a red orb of light condensing in his palm. The orb danced at his fingertips, exuding a terrifying aura.

With a gentle squeeze, the orb shattered into red light and vanished without a trace.

The air in the training pod felt heavy, like an invisible hand gripping every inch of space.

Jiang Che stood in the center of the arena, bathed in a faint red glow in his Super Saiyan God form.

The crimson energy slumbered beneath his skin, even his breathing carrying a unique rhythm—the frequency of a god.

For five months, he had confined himself to the sealed training room, barely stopping.

Sweat soaked every move, muscles tore and healed, becoming routine.

Jiang Che closed his eyes, then snapped them open, his figure flashing. Before his afterimage had faded, he was already thirty meters away.

He threw a punch, compressing the air into a shockwave that slammed into the wall, exploding into a spiderweb of cracks.

Another sidestep dodge, and an energy blast's afterimage grazed past his original position, narrowly missing a hypothetical opponent.

Every move and stance was etched into his bones, every dodge so precise it felt as if his body was guiding him, not the other way around.

"The final step, Super Saiyan God Super Saiyan—Super Saiyan Blue," Jiang Che murmured, his voice carrying an unshakeable resolve.

He stood firm, taking a deep breath, his chest expanding. The air felt like it was laced with flames, making his lungs tingle.

He attempted to channel the two forces within him: the golden energy of the Super Saiyan, wild as thunder, and the divine power, red, gentle, yet unfathomably deep.

At first, the two were incompatible, clashing and tearing at each other within his meridians.

The gold was like a blade, the red like a colossal python, entwining and tangling.

He could clearly feel the energy in his veins, two colossal waves surging towards his heart simultaneously, colliding there, churning, and erupting into a chaotic, immense torrent.

"BOOM—!"

Suddenly, a violent aura exploded from his body. The blast blew away dust and debris from the floor, the air vibrated intensely, and even the walls trembled.

But it only lasted for three seconds before the aura, like a kite with a broken string, vanished instantly.

Jiang Che felt as if his strength had been drained. His legs buckled, and he knelt on the ground.

His hands braced on the floor, head bowed, his chest heaving. Sweat dripped from his hair, leaving damp marks on the ground.