Collision Beyond Limits

Beerus's figure was instantly swallowed by an endless tide of emerald-green energy.

The explosion's shockwave expanded madly in all directions like an enormous sphere.

Vampa, a planet that had long since been battered beyond recognition, finally could not endure any longer.

It let out a pained wail as the entire planet began to tremble violently, on the verge of collapse at any moment.

The ground was no longer merely cracking in a few places; huge chunks caved in like brittle crackers, shattering into rubble.

Centered on the blast point, massive fissures spread across the entire planet faster than sound. They were bottomless, and the dark red glow of the planet's core surged up from within them.

The thin atmosphere was completely ignited, turning the entire planet into a blazing sea of intertwined emerald green and dark red.

The oxygen was rapidly consumed, leaving behind nothing but toxic combustion gases.

Mountains and rocks that had once taken hundreds of millions of years to form were peeled away layer by layer like sand sculptures, blown apart, and finally vaporized until nothing remained.

Oceans? This barren planet probably had never truly possessed any oceans.

But even if there had been the slightest trace of moisture or ice, it would have instantly evaporated into nothing beneath the all-encompassing heat.

The planet's entire geological structure was about to give out, like a withered leaf boat ready to fall apart in a storm.

Destructive energy churned within it, ready to erase it completely from the universe at any moment.

At some point, Whis had quietly retreated to the edge of Vampa's orbit.

He floated gracefully in the void, somehow having produced a bag of colorful interstellar snacks. He ate as he watched the breathtaking battle below with great interest.

The ever-exploding flashes of energy on the surface reflected in his eyes, while a faint smile remained on his lips.

"Broly's potential is astonishing every time I see it," he murmured softly. His voice could not travel through the vacuum, yet it somehow still carried a cadence of omniscience.

"But..."

His gaze shifted slightly toward the purple figure, and the curve of his smile deepened—a meaning only he understood hidden within it.

"Lord Beerus, after playing around for so long, shouldn't you get a little serious?"

***

Across Vampa's desolate land, smoke and dust swept in every direction like a tsunami.

Broly knelt on one knee at the center of the freshly blasted crater, breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently with every breath.

The emerald-green aura that had originally burned around him like a star had now dimmed considerably. Like a dying candle in the wind, it flickered between brightness and darkness.

Sweat mixed with dust slid down his sharply defined cheeks, dripping onto the searing rocks and instantly turning into wisps of white vapor.

That last strike had poured in all the power he had honed over forty-one years amid ice fields, stellar storms, and supergravity environments—a burst powerful enough to instantly vaporize mountains and tear apart the earth. It had nearly drained thirty percent of the ki within him.

It was the greatest single expenditure of his entire training life.

The smoke and dust gradually settled, and his vision slowly cleared.

Broly suddenly looked up, his emerald-green pupils contracting to pinpoints.

Beerus was still floating in midair, without having moved even an inch.

A layer of purple destruction energy, like liquid crystal, swirled around him. It was not merely a shield, but a living fluid that rotated and flowed slowly, silently swallowing and erasing all the energy from that attack—energy powerful enough to destroy a star system.

Even the corner of his clothing had not been disturbed.

Now, all the laziness and playfulness had vanished from the God of Destruction's face, leaving only near-harsh concentration.

His purple eyes were sharp as blades, as though they could see through Broly's body and stare directly at the restless power deep within his soul.

"Is this your full strength now?" Beerus's voice was no longer flippant, but low and forceful, echoing across the shattered ground.

"No, that's not right. My 'instinct' tells me... there's something even more troublesome hidden inside you."

It felt as though something invisible had fiercely gripped Broly's heart, making him shudder—he had been seen through.

Beerus was completely right.

Deep within his bloodline, beneath that berserk Super Saiyan power, something older and more dangerous still lay dormant.

That was the core of the Legendary Super Saiyan—the forbidden power capable of briefly contending with gods.

It was not that he could not use it. He simply did not dare touch it.

Whenever he tried to approach that power, mad roars rose from the edge of his reason, and destructive impulses crashed over him like a tide.

Even he feared that abyss.

"Still hesitating?" Beerus raised his voice slightly, carrying undisguised provocation—and perhaps even a hint of... anticipation?

He slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly spread. There was no compression, no delicate control.

A purple sphere of light the size of a fist simply formed from nothing above his fingertips, composed entirely of pure destruction energy.

It rotated quietly, seeming to contain the violence and finality of the universe's birth within.

Its light was not dazzling, yet it cast the entire planet Vampa in an eerie purple haze.

That utterly pure aura of "destruction" spread outward, and every cell in Broly's body screamed as his survival instincts sounded a frenzied alarm—this attack had nothing to do with strength or weakness. It was absolute "erasure."

There was nowhere to run, nowhere to block it.

It was either transcend—or disappear.

Broly slowly straightened up.

He closed his eyes, drew in a deep breath of scorching, smoke-laced air, then slowly exhaled.

The Super Saiyan blood that had been suppressed within him began to defy his will, raging along some ancient, mysterious path.

Deep within his bloodline, something seemed to click softly. The chains had loosened.

A power that had slumbered for who knew how many years seeped out bit by bit—emerald energy stained with golden radiance, yet all the more chaotic and savage for it. It merged with his original aura and began to boil.

He opened his eyes.

Deep within those emerald pupils, golden lightning and chaotic vortices seemed to be born together.

Forty-one years of loneliness, the icy winds of the tundra, his thirst for power, his fear of losing control, and the anger buried deep in his heart... all of it ignited at this moment, becoming the fire in his eyes.

"Come." His voice was low and calm, even a little hoarse, yet like a volcano on the verge of eruption, suppressing its boiling power.