Tricking? This is called a clever acquisition, my dear.

At this moment, in a deathly silent asteroid belt tens of thousands of kilometers away, Trunks was enveloped in green energy, nervously gazing in the direction of Planet Vegeta.

Feeling Son Gohan's energy fading, Trunks was burning with anxiety.

"How could it come to this..." Trunks slammed his fists hard against the surrounding asteroids, wishing he could charge back immediately to fight side by side.

But recalling the stern instructions Son Gohan gave him when he sent him away, he knew clearly that with his current strength, rushing back would only cause trouble in vain. He had to grit his teeth and suppress the impulse. "Damn it!"

Suspended in mid-air by white chains, Son Gohan was enduring a storm of brutal blows.

Kakarot's fists slammed heavily into Son Gohan's abdomen, cheeks, and chest, one after another.

Son Gohan coughed up mouthfuls of blood, but his golden eyes remained exceptionally firm. While taking the beating, he was also fixated on every subtle movement Kakarot made.

Huh?

Son Gohan's gaze narrowed slightly; he had keenly captured a key detail.

The physical movement of Kakarot's strikes and the activation judgment of the Miracle Power were simply not on the same rhythm!

Every time Kakarot launched an attack, his body had already reacted, but that Miracle Power responsible for executing the erasure and locking-on would always be a fraction of a second late, in a way almost impossible to detect.

It was like someone holding a firearm; after the command to fire was given, the weapon itself had a delay of a few tenths of a second.

Perhaps this could work!

A sharp glint flashed in the depths of Son Gohan's eyes as he thought of a way to break the deadlock.

Kakarot had not truly mastered the supreme power of the rules at all; he was merely forcing a change in reality by "wishing" upon that Miracle Power, which was why there was a delay.

Bang! Another heavy punch landed.

"Why have you stopped talking?" Kakarot grabbed Son Gohan by the throat, his tone dripping with arrogance. "Come on, keep talking."

Son Gohan did not struggle; he was remarkably calm. Then, he bared his teeth, stained with blood, and grinned.

Kakarot's expression darkened, and the five fingers clamped around Son Gohan's neck tightened abruptly. "What are you laughing at!"

"I'm laughing at how pathetic you are." Son Gohan looked him straight in the eyes, his gaze filled with undisguised mockery. "Even your most basic punching motion is sluggish, and your stance is as flimsy as a stray dog on the side of the road. You may have the appearance of power, but your technique is so rotten it's not even as good as an ordinary low-class Saiyan warrior."

Son Gohan's voice was not loud, but every word cut like a knife.

"Having a body full of divine power that you don't even know the origin of doesn't make you a true god."

A flash of sinister murderous intent crossed Kakarot's eyes. As the master of this world, he hated nothing more than others challenging his authority.

"So what! No matter how high your technique or how strong your combat experience, you cannot break my defense! You can only take a beating obediently before me like a dead dog!" Kakarot scolded coldly, his right fist once again gathering dazzling white light as he smashed it toward Son Gohan. "Besides, if I want to, I can possess combat techniques far beyond yours in a single thought!"

"Heh..."

Son Gohan took the blow head-on, his body jolting violently. He lifted his head slightly, his wild eyes radiating an intimidating pressure. "I was just playing with you earlier. Next, I will let you, a frog at the bottom of a well, know what a true god is!"

"Stubborn to the end!" Kakarot frowned and let out a cold snort.

Son Gohan's tone was extremely arrogant: "You are merely showing off with borrowed power. I came here from the Divine Realm specifically to eradicate a fake like you."

"Bragging! If you had that ability, would you be getting beaten by me?" Kakarot laughed out of extreme anger, but his hand movements slowed for a split second involuntarily.

At that very moment.

The violent Super Saiyan 4 aura on Son Gohan's body suddenly extinguished.

The ape fur receded rapidly, and his long hair shortened. He had unexpectedly deactivated all transformations without warning, reverting to his base state!

In the distance, Trunks sensed the sudden drop in Gohan's energy, and his face turned deathly pale.

"How could Brother Gohan's energy have weakened so much!" Trunks's mind went blank. He could no longer hold back, erupting with golden energy, desperate to rush over to save him.

But the next second, he stopped in his tracks, staring blankly into the distance. "Brother Gohan's energy has increased again, and it looks very stable."

He was confused for a moment, not knowing what exactly had happened on the battlefield.

High above Planet Vegeta.

Bound by chains, Son Gohan looked at the stunned Kakarot before him in his base state.

"Open your eyes and look clearly."

Son Gohan growled.

Boom!

A layer of murky, purple-green energy exploded from within Son Gohan's body. His black hair stood on end, and his muscles expanded rapidly like an inflated balloon.

Super Saiyan Mimicry!

Kakarot was stunned for a moment, then sneered, "Is that it?"

"It's not over yet!" The energy on Son Gohan's body expanded once more.

"Haa!"

The purple-green aura was instantly replaced by pure gold. His upright hair also turned a dazzling golden color, and his emerald eyes were cold and sharp.

Super Saiyan 1!

His aura surged, quintupling in intensity compared to his mimicry state.

"What on earth are you doing?" Kakarot asked, baffled by Son Gohan's actions.

Son Gohan did not reply; he tilted his head back and let out a savage, thunderous roar that pierced the heavens.

BOOM!

The pure golden aura was once again completely swallowed by a wild, ink-green flame. Son Gohan's physique forcibly expanded, his thick muscles coiling like dragons, radiating a sense of wild, brutal ferocity.

Legendary Super Saiyan 1!

His aura doubled once more.

"Next is, Legendary Super Saiyan 2!"

Son Gohan slammed his fists together in front of his chest.

Deafening lightning erupted from his body. Dense, green bolts of electricity slithered across his skin like frenzied pythons, and his aura doubled again.

Kakarot crossed his arms and scoffed, "Boring!"

"AAAAAAHHHHHH--!"

Son Gohan crouched low, letting out another long howl.

His spiked green hair extended wildly, cascading down to his waist. His brow ridge protruded sharply, his eyebrows vanished entirely, and his aura expanded fourfold.

Violent winds whipped across the world.

"This is, Legendary Super Saiyan 3 Stage!"

But before Kakarot could speak, he immediately began a new round of transformation.

The green light that had been ravaging the battlefield suddenly stalled, retracting entirely back into his body.

Wild, waist-length black hair returned, and scarlet fur once again covered his upper body.

This time, there was no earth-shattering energy explosion, no terrifying storm of roars; all his aura was perfectly contained, not a single shred leaking out, reaching a state of absolute return to simplicity.

"This is Super Saiyan 4 Full Power!"

Kakarot frowned. "Is this what you were talking about?"

"Don't be so impatient."

Son Gohan cracked his neck, feeling the power within him rising even more easily, catalyzed by some mysterious force.

The moment his words fell.

BOOM--!!!

A pressure several times more terrifying than all his previous forms combined descended with a crash.

The red aura on Son Gohan's body surged violently. His jet-black hair began to change from the roots, turning a bewitching crimson at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The aura around him was no longer a burning jet of gas, but had completely transformed into a tangible liquid. Dark red liquid energy flowed and circulated silently across his skin. With every rotation, it radiated an absolute pressure that stood above all else.

Super Saiyan 4—Limit Break!

Kakarot's brow furrowed. He felt the Rule Chains binding Son Gohan begin to shrink and fluctuate uncontrollably in the face of this power.

BANG!

The white Rule Chains wrapped around Son Gohan's limbs could no longer withstand this unreasonable, monstrous strength, shattering directly into a sky full of white light particles.

Having regained his freedom, Son Gohan hovered silently in the vacuum.

Kakarot was shocked at the sight and was just about to increase his output of Miracle Power to bind Son Gohan once again.

"Next, you shall witness true divine power!"

"Impossible!" Kakarot exclaimed, his voice cracking. "Stop bluffing, Son Gohan!"

Though Kakarot said this, a nagging worry began to rise in his heart that Son Gohan might truly still have power in reserve.

As if in response, Son Gohan slowly raised his right arm.

Hum.

A speck of purple Destruction energy, pure to the extreme, quietly emerged in his palm like a brilliant star.

Seeing that flash of purple, Kakarot's eyes widened, and the absurd thought in his heart intensified sharply.

Son Gohan ascended, looking down at Kakarot from above, a wicked smirk curling his lips.

He gazed at the stunned Kakarot below and spoke calmly: "I am the supreme deity who manages the order of countless timelines."

"God of Spacetime Destruction! Son Gohan!"