Overlord's Crushing Dominance

"No!" Baby suddenly erupted, his voice crashing into the crater like thunder. Nearby rubble tumbled down in response, the deafening sound carrying to the distant mountain ranges.

His massive form surged out of the pit, limbs kicking against the crater walls as debris rained down like a downpour, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He performed a mid-air flip, and upon landing, his legs slammed into the ground, creating two massive craters with cracks spiderwebbing outward.

Baby's voice was filled with fanaticism and obsession: "I, Baby, will never lose here! I am the most perfect existence! A king who has ruled over countless planets!" He clenched his fists tight, his body exploding with dark purple energy that swept out like a gale, carrying stones and dust into the sky.

That energy was Vegeta's power, the spirit of a Super Saiyan 2—his muscle contours were as menacing as steel, veins pulsing beneath his skin, and the air was thick with the acrid smell of ozone.

Beneath Baby's feet, all the rubble trembled with his power, as if the very ground were about to shatter.

His eyes ignited with a blood-red light, his breathing rapid and heavy, each breath as scorching as a jet of flame.

Baby roared like thunder: "You think changing colors is enough to beat me?" He then smashed toward Jiang Che, his fists moving as fast as raindrops, each strike slicing through the air with a piercing, shrill sound.

The first punch slammed directly toward Jiang Che's head with the force of ten thousand tons; the second struck straight at his chest with tyrannical pressure; the third swept toward his waist, intending to snap him in two.

Fists blurred, filling the sky like countless limbs in motion, each strike capable of shattering a mountain.

Wherever the fists passed, the air was compressed into white shockwaves that exploded outward, uprooting and shredding even the distant trees.

Jiang Che stood still, showing no intention of dodging. His hands hung at his sides, not even balled into fists, as if these attacks were nothing more than a child's tantrum.

His gaze remained calm, his red hair not even swaying in the wake of the punches, as if the onslaught were merely a gentle breeze.

"BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!"

The explosions merged into one, as if the heavens were collapsing and the earth splitting.

Baby's fists hammered out crater after crater, debris flying into the sky like meteors before crashing down, leaving the ground riddled with holes.

Shockwaves radiated from the center where Jiang Che and Baby stood, tearing, churning, and pulverizing the earth for hundreds of meters around.

Dust obscured all vision, the air thick with choking grit and the smell of burning.

The dust hung like a gray curtain covering the world, with only the occasional sliver of light piercing through to remind one that brightness still existed.

In the distance, Gohan had just regained consciousness. His eyelids struggled to open, revealing a scene of devastating carnage. His body ached from the previous battle, every muscle protesting in pain.

He saw that cloud of dust, his face turning deathly pale, his lips trembling: "Jiang Che, he..." His voice was hoarse, as if something were lodged in his throat. His eyes widened, trying to peer through the thick dust to see the situation inside, but he could only see a chaotic blur.

"Hahaha!" Baby laughed, his laughter filled with arrogance and triumph.

His hands were reddened from the violent assault, but the thrill made him forget the pain.

He pulled back his fists and stood tall, his chest heaving violently, his breathing as heavy as a bellows.

"Do you feel my power?" His eyes held only arrogance and contempt. "This is true flesh and blood, this is invincible power! That red transformation of yours is nothing but a show, a deceptive color-changing trick!" He turned to face the thickest part of the dust, preparing to deliver the final blow to Jiang Che.

The dust slowly dispersed, like a stage curtain being drawn back.

The first thing visible was the ruined ground—shattered rock, deep pits, and cracks spreading everywhere.

But as a figure gradually emerged, the surrounding wreckage became irrelevant.

Jiang Che stood where he was, completely unscathed.

Not a speck of dust touched his red hair, and his clothes remained unwrinkled, as if the violent attacks from moments ago had never occurred.

The ground beneath his feet was intact, forming a sharp contrast to the ruin around him, as if he were shielded by an invisible barrier.

His gaze remained calm, deep as a lake, without a single ripple.

He slowly raised his right hand, palm upward, and tiny golden specks of light drifted from his hand, dancing and swirling like fireflies before vanishing into the horizon.

"Is this the extent of your power?" Jiang Che's voice was faint, yet it invisibly overwhelmed everyone, like a god looking down upon ants.

Baby's laughter suddenly froze, fear surfacing on his face—a chill from the depths of his soul that made him instinctively recoil, his feet grinding against the rubble with a sharp screech.

The smile on his lips stiffened and twisted, as if frozen in place.

The triumph in the air was swallowed by a cold silence; the surrounding rubble and dust seemed to stop falling, as if time itself had been paused.

Jiang Che stood there just as before, his posture unchanged.

His feet were planted firmly on the cracked ground, his sleeves fluttering gently in the breeze, showing no signs of the chaos of battle.

With just one hand, fingers slightly spread and palm facing forward, he had blocked Baby's mountain-crushing fist!

The fist was nearly half the size of Jiang Che, yet it slammed into him as if hitting an invisible, immovable wall.

The moment fist met palm, a muffled, thunderous roar erupted, sending shockwaves rippling outward and kicking up circles of dust.

Baby's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, staring fixedly at the hand that had blocked his full-force strike. His pupils shrank to pinpricks, bloodshot veins bulging in his eyes as if he were looking at an impossible monster.

His breathing was rapid and heavy, his chest heaving, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

His previous arrogance and confidence had vanished, replaced only by a chill rising from the soles of his feet.

Jiang Che raised his eyes, his red pupils as cold as a deep pool, devoid of ripples.

In the dim light, those eyes glowed with a ghostly red, staring straight into Baby's stunned face: "Are you done?" His voice was neither high nor low, yet every word struck Baby's heart like a heavy hammer.

"Bastard!" Baby roared in a frenzy.

He violently pulled back his fist and immediately swung the other, muscles bulging and veins popping, the wind of his punch whistling like a dragon as it surged toward Jiang Che's head with the power to shatter mountains and split stone.

The air was torn by the force of the strike, the sonic boom sharp and piercing.

Jiang Che moved.

The moment was too fast to follow; he merely tilted his body slightly, and the fist whistled past his ear, the resulting gust of wind only ruffling a few strands of hair on his forehead.

Then, Jiang Che's body spun violently, his waist driving his shoulders and back, his right leg whipping out like a lash, leaving only a blurred afterimage.

This kick, without a hint of mercy, swept fiercely across Baby's face!