Devour and Destroy

Their figures crisscrossed through the sky, trailing hundreds upon thousands of streaks of light.

Every collision of fists and kicks detonated a blazing plasma sphere in midair, like miniature black holes constantly being born and annihilated.

Broly's heavy punches carried the brute force to split mountains and shatter stars, yet his movements were no longer clumsy.

He twisted at the waist like a fully drawn bow, channeling the strength of his entire body into a single punch.

When he was knocked back, he spun with the momentum and suddenly swept a whipping kick at Beerus's side.

Sometimes, when a purple beam was about to burn straight through his head, he could tilt his head away at the final instant and let it graze past his ear, then seize Beerus's wrist with his backhand and nearly hurl the God of Destruction into the ground.

He was not merely fighting—between breaths, he was greedily learning.

Beerus's brief surprise was not without reason.

Beneath this Saiyan's wild instincts, a chilling kind of intelligence was taking shape.

In just over ten minutes, Broly's fighting style had undergone a complete transformation.

At first, he had relied solely on brute strength to charge headlong into everything. Now, his attacks had become unpredictable, real and feigned moves impossible to distinguish.

He would use an apparently full-power straight punch to draw attention, then, the instant Beerus raised a guard, turn his fist into a claw and suddenly strike low at his abdomen.

Even his movement patterns had become strange and unpredictable—charging forward, stopping abruptly, leaving several afterimages behind while his true body had already circled around to a blind spot.

He was even imitating Beerus's short, explosive bursts of force from the waist and hips, blending that hidden power into his own savage eruptions and giving every attack an extra layer of penetrating force.

"This... monster."

Beerus gritted out the words under his breath, his amethyst-like eyes reflecting Broly as he grew more frenzied with every exchange.

Yet his movements did not slow in the slightest. Instead, they grew faster and heavier.

His fists were no longer delivering ordinary physical blows.

With every punch, purple destructive energy coiled around it. Whether it struck rock, air, or Broly's aura, it produced a piercing sound as though the very concept had been erased.

One punch collapsed the void.

One kick threw the laws of reality into chaos.

Such a barrage was enough to reduce an ordinary galactic civilization to zero in an instant.

Broly gritted his teeth and took it head-on.

He took a punch to the chest that could have shattered a planet. Scalding blood sprayed from his mouth, his breastbone cracked loudly, and he crashed into the crust like a meteor, blasting out a massive crater dozens of kilometers wide.

But in the very next second, an even more violent emerald aura erupted from the bottom of the crater, instantly vaporizing the lava and rubble.

He crawled out of the ruins, the indentation in his chest healing at a visible speed, while the golden light in his eyes burned even more fiercely.

The Saiyan trait of growing stronger after near-death experiences, catalyzed by that legendary bloodline, had become a nearly unsolvable form of real-time evolution.

Every grievous injury was like opening a floodgate of power.

Every extreme pressure pushed him into an even more savage form.

He was growing wildly in battle, racing madly toward a higher dimension.

Beerus's brow finally furrowed.

He could clearly feel the energy level of the beast opposite him skyrocketing exponentially.

This was no longer a sparring match, nor was it an ordinary battle. It was a mutation that had to be strangled in the cradle.

He made his decision, drawing back his diffused purple aura and concentrating all his power into his right fist at his waist.

At that moment, his fist seemed to become a miniature purple black hole, madly devouring the surrounding light and heat. Even space was collapsing and shattering inward.

Vampa's atmosphere let out a shrill howl, and the entire planet trembled beneath that will to destroy.

"God of Destruction: Annihilation Fist—Ultimate!"

There was no sound, only a thought making the declaration.

Beerus vanished outright—not because he was too fast, but because of the ultimate extreme of "erasure of existence" and "reappearance."

A moment ago, he had still been gathering power in the distance. The next instant, all that remained before Broly was a cold, bone-piercing flash of purple light, intent on destroying everything at its root.

Death was close at hand.

But Broly bared his teeth in a grin, blood staining them, his smile savage.

In those exchanges at the edge of life and death, he had learned more than just techniques and power.

He had learned—how to feel.

To feel the rhythm of Beerus's energy flow, the subtle tremors in space before the law of destruction descended, the thread of causality at the instant the God of Destruction's killing intent locked onto him.

He did not need to see. He only needed to—devour.

Broly spread the five fingers of his right hand wide, and an emerald energy vortex formed from nothing before his palm.

At first, it was only the size of a fist. In an instant, it expanded into a bottomless black hole, its edges lined with crazily spinning, serrated blade-light that tore apart everything.

It gave off no light. Instead, it devoured light, devoured sound, devoured all energy and matter, releasing a greed utterly different from that of a God of Destruction, yet just as terrifying.

"Legendary Super Saiyan: Devour!"

The purple world-ending fist and the emerald-green vortex of greed collided soundlessly beneath the already-collapsed sky.

There was no explosion as imagined.

At the instant those two extreme powers clashed, even time and space seemed to freeze.

Between them, a half-purple, half-green sphere of energy was born, constantly twisting and expanding. Purple arcs of destruction and emerald-green devouring vortices frantically tore at each other across its surface, annihilating and regenerating.

Rings of chaotic ripples spread outward, directly deconstructing all matter into the most primordial streams of particles before erasing them completely into the void.

Vampa, this desolate planet that had long been riddled with devastation, had finally reached its end.

The ground shattered into floating islands, only to turn to dust within the energy storm.

Magma from the planet's core was ripped free, becoming roaring rivers of fire in the air before being scattered by the turbulent currents of energy.

The entire planet was completely disintegrating into an expanding nebula mixed with rubble and blazing flames.

And at the very heart of this cosmic-scale destruction, Broly and Beerus stared at each other across that terrifying sphere of energy.

Emerald-green aura and purple divine light fiercely confronted one another between them, forming a clearly divided energy front that constantly eroded both sides.