You Think You're the Only One Who Can Infinitely Level Up?

The numbers frozen on the Scouter lens caused all sound in the vicinity to cut out for a heartbeat.

But the gloom on Vegeta's face lasted less than half a second.

The next moment, he grinned.

"Ten trillion?"

He raised a hand, plucked the Scouter from his left eye, and crushed it casually.

Crack.

The fragments fell through his fingers.

"Good. Very good." Vegeta stared at Son Gohan, the golden aura of his Super Saiyan 3 form burning ever more intensely. "I am truly surprised this time."

Son Gohan did not respond.

He was assessing the situation.

Vegeta's current energy was around four trillion, more than a cut below his own Super Saiyan 1 state. By all rights, this battle should have been over.

One punch.

Two at most.

He could shatter this Vegeta's body and then use Hakai Energy to erase the Miracle Power within him.

Yet, Son Gohan did not move immediately.

He was thinking.

The Vegeta before him showed no signs of panic despite facing an opponent far stronger than himself; could it be he still had some hidden ace?

"Brother Gohan, be careful." Trunks retreated to the rear, his voice heavy.

Son Gohan nodded.

"Stay back. Something is wrong with him."

Hearing this, the smile on Vegeta's face deepened.

"Are you two discussing how to run away?"

BOOM!

The ground beneath his feet exploded, and he transformed into a golden afterimage, charging head-on at Son Gohan.

He was fast.

At least faster than he had been when fighting Trunks just moments ago.

But in Son Gohan's eyes, it was still not enough.

Son Gohan raised his only hand, fingers splayed.

BANG!

Vegeta's fist was caught firmly in his grip.

A shockwave erupted from beneath their feet, sending the nearby kneeling garrison flying and causing the steel ruins to curl up like paper.

Vegeta's expression stiffened.

Son Gohan tightened his fingers.

Crack.

Vegeta's knuckles fractured on the spot.

"Too weak!"

Son Gohan looked up at him.

"Is this really all the strength you have?"

As the words fell, Son Gohan drove a knee into Vegeta's abdomen.

BANG!

Vegeta's body arched upward, blood spraying from his mouth as his Super Saiyan 3 aura flickered violently.

Before he could be sent flying, Son Gohan grabbed his wrist, yanked him back, and slammed his right fist into his face.

BOOM!

Vegeta was sent hurtling away, crashing through seven high towers before finally smashing into the outer wall of the distant base.

The entire battlefield fell silent.

The garrison soldiers, who had been screaming Vegeta's name just moments ago, stood frozen in place.

Trunks clenched his fists.

When would he ever possess power like Brother Gohan's?

Facing that same face, the Vegeta he had been unable to budge despite giving his all was now being tossed around like a punching bag before Brother Gohan.

Yet, Son Gohan did not relax in the slightest.

He stared intently at the aura amidst the ruins.

It was not dropping.

Not only was it not dropping, it was rising continuously.

"As expected, just like the other Saiyans blessed with Miracle Power."

Unless their Miracle Power was completely exhausted, they would not die, and they would only grow stronger.

BOOM!

The pile of rubble exploded.

Vegeta stepped out from the dust, half of his face caved in, his right arm twisted at a grotesque angle.

Yet, his laughter grew louder.

"Hahahaha... it hurts, it really hurts."

White light seeped from his body.

His collapsed face restored itself, his broken bones snapped back into place, and his twisted arm straightened once more.

The aura around him climbed steadily.

From four trillion, it surged past five trillion.

"Hahahaha, exhilarating." Vegeta cracked his neck, his eyes filled with fanaticism. "This is the gift of King Kakarot; as long as my body desires to continue fighting, my power will respond to me."

Son Gohan frowned slightly.

It was just like making a wish—strengthening reality according to one's will.

This was the most disgusting aspect of Miracle Power; it was simply unreasonable.

As long as the user's desire was clear enough and their reserves were sufficient, they could turn the thought of "I want to become stronger" directly into a result.

But that was no reason for him to be this confident; he clearly knew that both of them possessed the means to negate Miracle Power.

Son Gohan quickly suppressed the extraneous thoughts in his mind.

No matter, fight first and worry later.

SWISH!

Son Gohan vanished from his spot.

Vegeta's eyes lit up, and he charged forward as well.

BANG!

Their fists collided once again.

This time, Vegeta was still sent reeling back.

Son Gohan used Instant Transmission to catch up, slamming a fist toward his temple.

Vegeta raised his arm to block, and half of his forearm exploded on impact.

Son Gohan took the opportunity to press his right hand against Vegeta's chest.

A purple-red light flared up.

"Hakai."

The purple-red energy drilled directly into his chest, beginning to erase that white light.

HISSS--

As the white light was eroded, the flesh on Vegeta's chest began to turn into nothingness bit by bit.

"Heh, is that all you've got?"

Vegeta gritted his teeth; the pain on his face lasted only a moment before shifting back into madness.

BOOM!

The white light within him erupted violently, forcibly pushing back the erosion of the Hakai Energy.

Purple-red and white light became entangled.

The golden bracer on Son Gohan's wrist began to grow hot.

He could clearly feel that his Hakai Energy was not enough.

What Popo had given him was merely a seed.

Although he had been exploring it for the past few days, he was still far from fully grasping it. It was fine for dealing with scattered specks of Miracle Power, but he hadn't expected Vegeta to possess such an absurdly dense amount of it; his meager Hakai Energy was clearly far from sufficient.

Son Gohan's gaze turned cold as he increased the force in his hand.

The purple-red light pressed inward.

A large chunk of Vegeta's chest vanished completely, revealing the tattered combat suit behind him.

But the next second, the white light filled it in once more.

The flesh regrew.

His aura surged once more.

Six trillion.

Seven trillion.

Vegeta grabbed Son Gohan's wrist, his mouth filled with blood, yet he laughed with even greater excitement.

"You cannot kill me! Hahahaha!"

Son Gohan raised his leg and kicked him in the chin.

Bang!

Vegeta flew upward.

Son Gohan pursued him, unleashing a barrage of right-handed punches.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Every strike shattered Vegeta's bones; every strike caused his aura to dissipate.

Yet, after every grievous injury, white light surged forth once again.

Repair.

Strengthen.

Repair again.

Strengthen again.

Son Gohan's expression grew increasingly grim.

If even Vegeta possessed such a dense concentration of Miracle Power, what of Kakarot?

Vegeta was merely the second-in-command.

If Kakarot, the true source, could bestow such a vast amount of Miracle Power upon Vegeta, then how much Miracle Power, overflowing from the Original Dragon Balls, had accumulated within his own body?

Trunks watched from afar, his palms slick with sweat.

He desperately wanted to go up and help.

But he knew he could not act rashly.

The current battlefield was at a level beyond his reach. Even a single misjudgment would only hold Brother Gohan back.

He clenched his fists, staring fixedly at Vegeta's sickeningly smiling face.

"Hahaha, cripple, I am very satisfied with your performance!"

Vegeta was smashed into the ground by Son Gohan's fist, only to charge back out from the depths.

His aura was already approaching eight trillion.

Son Gohan did not hesitate; his Super Saiyan aura expanded once more as he condensed golden energy to its limit in his right fist and struck head-on.

Vegeta crossed his arms to take the blow.

Boom!

His arms were blown to pieces, his body was pierced through, and the land for dozens of miles behind him was leveled by the energy.

Yet, the white light surged up instantly.

New arms grew back.

Nine trillion.

Vegeta raised his head, his face filled with the arrogance of a victor.

"Feel despair! You are destined to be defeated, while I will only grow stronger!"

He lunged toward Son Gohan.

This time, his fist actually grazed the side of Son Gohan's face.

Son Gohan tilted his head to dodge and countered with an elbow strike.

Vegeta took the hit head-on, his shoulder caving in, but he retaliated with a punch to Son Gohan's chest.

Bang!

Son Gohan retreated half a step.

Only half a step.

But that half-step made Vegeta even more excited.

"Hahahaha! Is that all you've got!"

He charged again, his punches and kicks several times faster than before.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The figures of the two men flickered incessantly above the ruins.

Golden shockwaves rippled outward, forcing the garrison on the ground to retreat in constant terror.

They could not see the battle clearly.

They only saw explosions that made the sky look as if it were constantly tearing apart.

"Crackle, pop, crackle, pop—"

"Crackle, pop, crackle, pop—"

Son Gohan parried, countered, and suppressed with an expressionless face.

Yet, Vegeta's power kept rising.

9.5 trillion.

9.8 trillion.

10 trillion.

Boom!

Vegeta smashed a punch straight forward.

Son Gohan raised his arm to block, his body pushed back as he slid dozens of meters across the ground.

Vegeta finally stopped in mid-air, arms spread wide, his golden aura surging to the heavens.

"Has the tide of battle turned?"

He panted heavily, yet his laughter was unbridled.

"Your name is Son Gohan, right? I know this is far from your limit."

"Hurry, bring out your greater power! I can't wait any longer; I want to become stronger! Hahaha!"

Son Gohan shook his right hand.

It was a little numb.

The opponent's ability for infinite growth was truly annoying; if they kept fighting like this, he would only continue to grow stronger.

Son Gohan thought quickly to himself.

A moment later, he grinned. Infinite growth? It seemed he could do that too!

"What are you laughing at!" Vegeta frowned and barked.

Son Gohan looked up, his gaze so calm that it made Vegeta uncomfortable.

"You want me to bring out greater power? No problem, I'll satisfy you!"

As his voice fell.

The golden aura on Son Gohan's body suddenly contracted.

It didn't disappear.

Instead, it was suppressed by a heavier, more volatile power.

Trunks' expression changed.

"It's coming! That transformation!"

Although he had seen Son Gohan use this transformation more than once, every time he witnessed it, it made his soul tremble!

Unlike the display of invincible power that was Super Saiyan 4.

This transformation brought with it a suppression that stemmed from the very bloodline.

The smile on Vegeta's face grew even more intense.

"Yes, yes, just like that, come on! Come on! Unleash your more powerful strength!"

Boom.

As Son Gohan began to tap into the Legendary Super Energy Pool, wisps of dark green energy began to permeate and rise from beneath his feet.