Confrontation of Destruction

Broly stood at the center of the energy storm, his tattered battle suit snapping violently in the gale.

He could clearly feel the intent of destruction aimed straight at his heart, and his pupils instantly shrank to needlepoints.

Yet the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing an almost crazed smile.

He had no intention of backing down, nor was he the least bit afraid.

At that moment, he drew a deep breath—one that seemed to suck every last fragment of energy within a thousand miles into his lungs.

The Legendary Super Saiyan energy within him was completely ignited. His already boiling power now rampaged as though it were about to spiral out of control.

Emerald-green aura erupted from every pore of his body, its color deepening until it was nearly dark green.

Tiny golden sparks danced along the edges of the aura.

He slowly raised both arms and brought his hands together before his chest, palms facing each other. A massive emerald-green energy sphere began to form between them.

This energy sphere was entirely different from Beerus's orderly purple sphere of destruction. Broly's sphere was chaotic and violent.

Countless emerald-green bolts of lightning raced through the sphere, while streams of energy churned like molten lava.

Each time the energy sphere expanded by a fraction, the void beneath his feet sank by a fraction—it was not mere pressure from power, but mass itself warping space.

The two forces faced each other above Vampa's final graveyard.

The eastern sky was stained deep purple by Beerus's God of Destruction power, dimming even the stars; to the west lay Broly's dark green energy, and wherever its green light reached, even the void rippled with signs of life.

At the boundary between the energy fields, space began to twist unnaturally, and light was stretched into arcs.

The moment tiny fragments of matter touched the boundary, they were reduced directly into streams of fundamental particles.

"Come on—!!!" Broly threw back his head and roared. His voice swept outward like a tangible soundwave, shattering a distant asteroid remnant into a ring of dust.

"Just what I wanted—!!!" Beerus's voice boomed like a great bell, every word resonating with the laws of destruction.

The two of them thrust their arms forward at the same time, slowly sending energy spheres over five hundred meters in diameter toward each other.

At first, the spheres moved slowly, as if time itself had been stretched a thousandfold.

Runes of destruction flowed across the purple sphere's surface, while violent lightning surged and rolled within the emerald-green sphere. Everything was clearly visible.

Then, suddenly, their speed surged! One second they were still hundreds of miles away; the next, they were already upon each other.

The collision happened just like that.

There was no sound—or rather, the instant sound emerged, it was swallowed whole by the raging energy.

Only light remained, light in its purest form, erupting from the center of impact.

The light at that instant was so blinding that the daylight sides of every planet in the entire starfield became as bright as noon in the same second.

Purple and green had long become indistinguishable. They twisted together, tore each other apart, annihilated each other, and were reborn, finally becoming a primal sea of chaotic energy.

At the point of contact, space peeled away layer by layer like shattered mirrors, revealing colorful dimensional rifts behind it.

Time became a joke here—fragments of the past and future flashed by, impossible to grasp.

All physical laws collapsed. Gravity alternated between pulling upward and downward; light sometimes twisted into knots, sometimes broke into segments; matter frantically flickered between particles and waves.

Vampa's final remnants—the rock strata buried deep within its core, its broken satellites, even the dust within its nebulae—could not even struggle before this power.

Within a microsecond, they were all dismantled into atoms; in the next microsecond, they shattered into quark soup; finally, they became pure energy and poured into that chaotic sphere of light.

But it was not over yet. The energy sphere continued expanding—one thousand meters, five thousand meters, ten thousand miles... Like a newborn sun of death, it cast rings of destructive ripples into the deeper reaches of space.

Wherever the ripples swept, entire asteroid belts vanished in an instant, wandering comets evaporated outright, and the atmospheres of distant planets began to ionize and burn.

If no one stepped in to stop it, those ripples would devour the entire galaxy in less than a month, sweep into neighboring starfields three years later, and ultimately leave an unhealable scar across this quadrant of the universe.

And at the center of the sphere of light, two figures were still locked in fierce resistance.

Beerus pushed forward with both arms, divine power gushing out like a flood; Broly braced himself in a forward stance, every inch of muscle vibrating at high frequency as he wrung every last ounce of power from the depths of his bloodline.

Their roars were drowned by the energy, and their figures were swallowed by the light.

Only those two pairs of eyes remained—one violet, carrying the weight of a prison; the other green, its fighting spirit soaring to the heavens—staring unflinchingly at each other in the deepest part of the light.

This was no longer merely a contest of strength.

It was a clash between savagery and divine authority, a mortal's rebellion against the rules, the most frenzied charge launched by a heart born for battle against the universe's highest power.

Just as the two forces capable of tearing apart stars were about to collide—time suddenly seemed to stop.

Across Vampa's desolate land, cracked rock layers continued to crumble, and the air was thick with the scorching smell of overloaded energy.

The destruction energy at Beerus's fingertips resembled a boiling purple abyss, and even space groaned in agony around him.

Across from him, the emerald-green aura churning around Broly had become tangible waves of fury, each strand of energy burning winding cracks into the void.

Destruction—was only one thousandth of a second away.

Then, without any warning, without the slightest sound.

A silver-white light descended from the deepest reaches of the universe, as pure as newly fallen snow.

That light did not "descend"; it "revealed itself"—as though it had always been there, only now finally allowing itself to be seen.

It pierced through Vampa's thin atmosphere and through all the rampant energies tearing across the battlefield, silently draping itself like a veil over the erupting core of destruction.

At the center of the light, Whis's figure slowly solidified.

He did not exactly "appear"; it was more as if he had naturally stepped out from the background of a painting and into the foreground.

The silver-white staff spun lightly between his slender fingers. At this moment, the transparent orb at its tip was quieter than a supernova, deeper than a black hole.

The halo slowly spread.

The faintly playful smile Whis usually wore had vanished from his face.

His pale violet eyes were lowered, his gaze fixed on the point where the two destructive energies converged. He was as focused as an artist staring at a tiny flaw on a canvas, one stroke that could ruin the harmony of the entire work.

He lightly tapped his staff forward.

Bzz— A low hum, so deep it was almost beyond human hearing, spread outward from beneath Whis's feet.