Mountains Collapse and Earth Cracks

"What?!"

Gohan's pupils constricted sharply, his mind going completely blank for a split second.

But that wasn't all; the situation that truly stunned him followed immediately.

Before his body had fully recovered its momentum, Jiang Che suddenly extended his hand, fingers held together like a blade.

Facing the whistling energy-infused fist, he didn't even consider it a threat, merely flicking his hand as if swatting away a noisy fly.

"BOOM!!"

In that instant, an irresistible force surged from Jiang Che's hand-blade into Gohan's fist.

Gohan felt as if his own power had been swallowed by a flood, his entire arm forced violently off course.

The strength was monstrous; he felt as though he had collided head-on with an ancient demonic beast.

Losing his center of gravity and unable to find purchase on the ground, he stumbled back five or six steps.

Every step left a deep crater in the earth, the ground beneath him spiderwebbing and exploding outward.

But before Gohan could steady himself, Goten's attack arrived.

He lunged from Jiang Che's left side like a phantom, his right fingers curled into a claw, a dazzling ball of golden energy shimmering in his palm as he struck toward Jiang Che's ribs.

The angle was treacherous, the speed too fast for the naked eye to track, and the timing was impeccable—striking exactly when Jiang Che had just repelled Gohan and had yet to recover his momentum!

Goten's eyes were filled with malice, a smug smirk playing on his lips.

He was certain that Jiang Che could never dodge this.

A sudden roar of wind echoed in his ears, and the next second, another dark shadow lunged from the shadows behind Jiang Che.

It was Goten again.

His eyes were hollow, his lips curled into a cold, sinister smile—a smile that didn't look like his own at all—it was the will of Great Ape Baby, having completely eroded his soul.

He clasped his hands above his head, fingers interlaced, his knuckles popping with a sharp "crack."

His fists had become like massive hammers, swinging with a howling gale as he smashed them toward the back of Jiang Che's head!

The strike felt like the apocalypse, as if the very air were about to shatter.

The ground beneath Jiang Che's feet exploded into cracks, gravel flying like bullets, the surrounding air compressed and warped by the sheer pressure.

Truth be told, if this blow had landed squarely, it wouldn't just be flesh and blood destroyed; even a mountain would have been pulverized into dust on the spot.

Yet, Jiang Che seemed to have anticipated it all along.

He didn't turn around, merely tilting his body slightly as his right arm shot out like lightning—so fast that not even a blur remained.

With a sharp "snap," he precisely clamped onto Goten's wrist.

In that instant, the frantic downward force of Goten's strike came to a dead halt, as if a raging torrent had slammed into an iron wall; he couldn't move an inch.

"What?!"

The smugness and ferocity on Goten's face froze, replaced entirely by shock.

He stared fixedly at Jiang Che's hand—a hand that looked slender, yet possessed the strength to crush bone.

He tried desperately to pull his arm back, but it was as if he were clamped in a vise; struggling was futile.

The oppressive weight bore down on him, the air turning deathly still and solidified.

Cold sweat beaded on Goten's forehead, his breathing becoming labored.

He had never encountered such a terrifying opponent—he knew deep in his bones that this was an existence he could never hope to contend with.

"Is that all you've got?"

Jiang Che turned around slowly, his movements neither hurried nor sluggish, every detail carrying an indescribable majesty.

He stared at Goten, his eyes like burning flames, seemingly capable of piercing through the shadows of the soul controlled by Baby.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly in a clear sneer: "With power like this... it's really not worth looking at. Whether it's the Saiyan race or that thing behind you, it's all the same."

Before he could finish, Jiang Che flicked his right arm with force, the momentum like waves crashing against the shore!

He tossed Goten away like a discarded ragdoll.

Goten traced an arc through the air, flying toward a distant mountain like a cannonball!

"BOOM—!"

He slammed into the mountain, causing it to shatter like an eggshell.

Goten's body was embedded deep into the mountainside, massive slabs of rock collapsing as debris rained down like a downpour, triggering a minor landslide and choking the sky with dust.

Jiang Che merely brushed his hands off lightly, his expression indifferent, as if he had truly just swatted away an annoying fly.

He didn't even glance at the shattered mountain, turning his gaze instead toward the mountain-like Great Ape Baby in the distance.

Great Ape Baby crouched amidst the charred ruins, his body covered in dark golden fur, muscles bulging to their absolute limit.

A pair of blood-red beastly eyes locked onto Jiang Che, radiating a chilling light.

He stood up, and with every step, the ground sank and gravel tumbled, carrying an inexplicable sense of intimidation.

Jiang Che hovered in mid-air, arms crossed over his chest, a hint of contempt playing on his lips. He didn't hold this behemoth in any regard at all. "Is this the extent of your ability? Controlling a few Saiyans, launching sneak attacks from the shadows—you've exhausted every low-down, dirty trick in the book, and yet you dare to face me head-on?"

"You..."

The Great Ape Baby's gaze turned icy instantly, blood-red light flashing in his pupils. His voice was low, like thunder rolling through the clouds. "Are you courting death?"

"Courting death?" Jiang Che chuckled, his voice as cold as shards of ice. "I think you parasites are the truly pathetic ones."

He drifted in the air like a king looking down upon all living things, his gaze filled with disdain.

The wind ruffled his clothes, but his eyes remained sharp and calm.

He spoke again, his voice not loud, yet every word cut like a blade. "The Tuffle race was wiped out by the Saiyans, and all you can do is engage in such humiliating tactics. If it isn't parasitism, it's forceful seizure; you don't even dare to show your true face. You want revenge? By relying on these underhanded schemes? Honestly, you are truly miserable."

Every sentence was like a nail driven into Baby's heart, leaving him gasping for air, trembling with rage.

The Great Ape Baby let out a thunderous roar that shook the heavens, as if he intended to tear the world apart.

His muscles tensed, his dark golden fur standing on end, and a mass of black energy suddenly erupted from within him, sweeping through the surroundings with bone-chilling hatred and despair.

The air felt crushed by the black mist, heavy enough to suffocate.

Even the sunlight dimmed, and the sky instantly took on the appearance of the apocalypse.

"What do you know!" Baby's voice was hoarse and distorted, as if he were gnashing his teeth. "The Saiyans are brutal! Our Tuffle homeland was destroyed by their hands, our kin slaughtered, our civilization ruined—even our entire planet became their plaything! I am merely taking revenge now—I want to make them taste what it's like to be trampled underfoot! I want to make them all kneel and beg for mercy!"

In his blind fury, Baby's energy burned ever brighter, the black smoke swirling so violently it threatened to shroud the sky.

He stared fixedly at Jiang Che, his eyes filled with a madness that craved to tear his opponent to shreds, his body poised to charge at any moment.