I Thank You Too

He who had always sailed through life with ease, standing high above the rest since birth, was now in such a wretched state.

"Die! Just die!"

Kakarot threw his arms wide to his sides, and the Miracle Power within him surged forth like a bursting river, pouring out with frantic intensity.

The entire galaxy where Planet Vegeta resided trembled violently.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Miracle Power began to warp reality. Over a dozen massive dead stars materialized in an instant, plummeting toward Son Gohan with a gravity heavy enough to crush the void.

Son Gohan stood his ground, one hand raised high.

The energy of the God of Destruction transformed into a colossal blade that pierced the sky, sweeping through the air in a single stroke.

A flash of purple light cut across, and the dozen dead stars were annihilated into dust in total silence, before they even had the chance to explode.

"It's not over yet!" Kakarot shrieked hysterically.

His ten fingers clawed frantically at the void. The Miracle Power crazily rewrote the space of this universe.

Hundreds of miniature black holes, radiating extreme suction, formed around Son Gohan, tearing at the space in intersecting patterns. Immediately after, hundreds and thousands of jagged spatial rifts swept in like a violent storm, mixed with an energy tempest capable of pulverizing everything, completely swallowing Son Gohan whole.

He was attempting to use the power of nature to crush Son Gohan.

At the center of the storm, a flicker of purple-black light ignited.

Son Gohan stepped out slowly.

The violent energy storm, the torn spatial rifts, and even those hundreds of black holes that devoured all things—the moment they came within half a meter of his body, they were all crudely neutralized and disintegrated by that layer of purple-black aura.

"Do you have no other tricks?" Son Gohan raised his right hand, a purple orb of light dancing in his palm.

Swish!

Son Gohan flickered, appearing instantly before Kakarot, and slammed the purple orb of destruction deep into Kakarot's chest.

Bang—!

Kakarot's upper body exploded into a mist of blood once again.

A flash of white light passed, and the Miracle Power reshaped his flesh. But no sooner had his head regrown than a heavy, powerful whip-kick met him head-on, shattering the very crust of Planet Vegeta along with him.

Blasted apart, reshaped.

Blasted apart again, reshaped again.

There was no room for resistance; it was pure, one-sided abuse.

In the depths of extreme agony, Kakarot had his physical body shattered nearly dozens of times.

After reshaping his body once more tens of thousands of meters away, he did not dare to approach his opponent again.

Kakarot hovered in the void, gasping for air, the madness in his eyes gradually fading as he began to calm down.

He realized one thing.

His Miracle Power was not inferior to the opponent's purple divine power in terms of rank; its ceiling was even higher. But his application of it was far too crude. Treating Miracle Power like magic to be projected outward, creating black holes or storms, was utterly meaningless in the face of equivalent divine power.

The key reason Son Gohan was able to crush him was the sheer strength of his own physical prowess!

"I understand now!" Kakarot looked down at his hands, a curve forming at the corners of his mouth.

Whoosh.

The vast white light that had filled the entire galaxy suddenly retracted at high speed, like a rewinding tape.

In the blink of an eye, all the leaked Miracle Power flowed back into Kakarot's body.

Son Gohan narrowed his eyes. He could feel that the aura of the guy before him was undergoing a qualitative change.

"So that's it, this is the realm of gods?" Kakarot muttered to himself. As the massive amount of Miracle Power acted upon his own body, his flesh emitted a series of cracking sounds, unable to bear the strain.

But the Miracle Power immediately repaired the damage, and through each cycle of repair, it forcibly expanded the limits of his physical body.

Boom!

A layer of snow-white, flowing light rose from Kakarot's skin, just like the God of Destruction's power circulating around Son Gohan—originating from within, flowing endlessly.

His originally black hair stood on end, turning a pure, silvery-white, radiating a sacred and inviolable luster.

No violent aura leaked out, yet the moment this form was born, the space in this world cracked inch by inch under an invisible pressure.

It was an appearance similar to a Super Saiyan 1, yet it exuded a profound sense of divinity.

Kakarot clenched his fists, closing his eyes to deeply sense the power within him, which was vastly different from before.

When he opened his eyes again, those silvery-white pupils were filled with fanaticism and arrogance.

"It's done! I've done it!" Kakarot couldn't help but laugh out loud, his laughter echoing eerily in the vacuum. "So that's it! I kept trying to use power to change the world, forgetting that I am the world itself!"

He looked at Son Gohan, no longer showing any of the panic from before.

"Son Gohan, or rather... God of Destruction. I really should thank you. If it weren't for you, it might have taken me much longer to grasp this truth." Kakarot twisted his neck, the white light trailing long streaks from the corners of his eyes. "As a reward, I will use this sacred form to crush you with my own hands."

Before his voice had even faded.

Kakarot's figure vanished into thin air.

So fast!

Son Gohan's combat instincts screamed a frantic warning; without even needing to use his eyes, his body subconsciously tilted backward.

A fist wrapped in flowing white light grazed the tip of Son Gohan's nose.

Where the force of the punch passed, a small planet hundreds of kilometers behind was instantly pulverized into dust by that invisible, immense power.

"Can you dodge this!"

Kakarot grinned hideously, flipping his wrist to turn his fist into an elbow, slamming it viciously toward Son Gohan's chest.

Bang!

Son Gohan blocked with his left arm, and the purple-black energy of Destruction collided violently with the white flowing Miracle Power.

Two god-level laws ground against each other in a frenzy at point-blank range.

The massive recoil sent both of them reeling backward.

Swish! Swish!

Without a half-second pause, two afterimages clashed fiercely in the vacuum of space.

Purple and white lights collided madly across the starry sky. Every exchange erupted with terrifying kinetic energy capable of destroying planets.

Fist against fist, leg against leg.

Kakarot channeled all his might into himself, relying on the ultimate physical body granted by the divine realm and the self-healing properties of his Miracle Power to engage Son Gohan in the most brutal close-quarters combat.

Bang!

Son Gohan took a heavy hammer blow to his shoulder, but his purple-black right fist struck like a viper through the defense, smashing hard into Kakarot's cheek.

Blood splattered, but with a flash of white light, the wound healed instantly. Kakarot countered with a knee strike to Son Gohan's abdomen, slamming him toward the ground.

Boom!

The entire Planet Vegeta was pierced through by this single strike. Massive fissures spread from the surface down to the planetary core.

Son Gohan burst out from the crust on the other side, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. His violent purple aura did not weaken; instead, it burned even more terrifyingly.

"Roar!"

Son Gohan let out a roar that sounded nothing like a human, surging back into the sky amidst a sky full of purple lightning.

The battle entered its most primal, white-hot stage.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Whoosh! Boom...

As the battle progressed, Son Gohan's energy climbed in an unreasonable, step-by-step fashion. That wild instinct belonging to the Legendary Super Saiyan allowed him to fight faster and hit harder under the immense pressure.

He was also becoming more adept at using the energy of Destruction.

Kakarot was not to be outdone. He mobilized the Miracle Power within his body, continuously raising his own energy to keep pace with Son Gohan's relentless climb.

The two were locked in an inseparable struggle, neither able to gain the upper hand.

The entire expanse of the starry sky collapsed under their slaughter, filled with jagged, unhealing black rifts.

Another earth-shattering collision of fists occurred.

The purple-black storm and the white tide of light were evenly matched, forcing both sides back tens of thousands of meters.

Kakarot hovered in the void, his white aura heaving violently. He panted, staring intently at Son Gohan in the distance.

The tide of excitement began to recede, and reason reclaimed its high ground.

He realized he could not continue like this.

This guy was just like Broly; his energy was like a bottomless pit with no end. He had to use power far exceeding his own to crush him completely!

Otherwise, his final fate would be the same as Vegeta's—being worn down to death by Son Gohan.

As he pondered this, his gaze flickered, and he noticed something.

"Hahaha, just when I was looking for a pillow, one appears." Kakarot was overjoyed.

Son Gohan followed Kakarot's gaze and thought, This is bad!