See Him Off

"No."

Son Goku shook his head, his voice filled with exhaustion and resolve.

He looked at Cell, his gaze sharp as a blade. "His energy has locked onto Earth. Whether I'm here or not, he'll still explode. Besides—" He paused, narrowing his eyes. "He could lose control at any moment. I have no confidence that I can take him away at that exact instant."

On the shattered arena, the wind swept up sand and dust. A scorched smell lingered in the air, along with an invisible pressure, like a rope about to snap.

Chen Hao stood there calmly, as though he had long since anticipated this outcome.

Android 18 clutched Chen Hao's sleeve tightly, her fingers turning white, as if the moment she let go, the storm of destruction would sweep her away.

Her voice trembled. "Chen Hao..." The wind lifted her hair, yellow sand churned beneath her feet, and distant energy waves tore apart the clouds at the horizon.

Chen Hao did not look back. He merely raised a hand and patted the back of hers.

His palm was warm and steady, like a silent mountain.

"Don't worry," he said quietly. The two words were not heavy, yet they were like a stone sinking to the bottom of water, sending ripples outward.

He stepped forward, and the ground beneath his feet immediately cracked. Rubble bounced and rolled aside, as though even the earth were yielding to him.

Amid the dust and haze, his shadow stretched long behind him, the wind whipping his clothes with a howl.

"Son Goku, take Gohan and leave. Get as far away as you can." Without turning around, he spoke directly. The wind tore his voice into fragments, yet every word still reached Son Goku clearly.

Son Goku stood motionless, staring fixedly at Chen Hao's back, his pupils contracting. "Chen Hao, what are you planning to do?" His voice was full of confusion, along with a hint of foreboding.

"See him off," Chen Hao said lightly, as if discussing the weather. Yet beneath that calmness was an unquestionable determination.

His shoulders lowered, his legs spread slightly apart, like a cheetah preparing to strike.

Son Goku opened his mouth, swallowed, and finally gave a heavy nod.

He said nothing more. Bending down, he picked up Gohan.

The moment Gohan's feet left the ground, two shallow dents remained in the earth as dust rose into the air.

Son Goku closed his eyes. With a thought, transparent ripples spread through the air. In the next second, they vanished, as though they had never been there.

Cell's voice drifted over from afar, its twisted amusement dragging out into an echo. "Hmph, Chen Hao, you think you can stop me?" His body began to swell, cracks appearing across his skin as golden light blasted out from them like a sun about to explode.

His grin stretched to his ears, savage and grotesque. "My body is expanding. This energy will erupt any second. Unless you can kill me instantly, then—" He deliberately drew out his words. "—this entire continent, including you, will be reduced to ashes."

"Who said I was trying to think of a way?" Chen Hao cut him off directly.

His voice was not loud, but it was like a blade, instantly slicing through Cell's laughter.

Cell's smile froze at once. A chill surfaced in his eyes, one that even he himself feared.

Chen Hao slowly raised his head. The indifference in his gaze was enough to make one's skin crawl, as if the explosion before him, the rampaging energy, and the shaking heavens and earth were nothing more than annoying flies.

His lips moved, tossing out two words. "So annoying."

As soon as he spoke, dazzling golden light erupted from Chen Hao's body. It was not reflected from elsewhere—it was his own power bursting forth, like fragments of the sun scattered across the ground.

His muscles suddenly swelled, veins crawling across his skin like vines.

His black hair instantly grew long, spilling over his shoulders as though blasted apart by the wind.

Red fur surfaced across his skin, setting his entire body ablaze like fire—but it lasted only a second. The next moment, it vanished, replaced by long silver-white hair cascading from his head to his waist.

Silver lightning darted wildly across his body, filling the air with the scorched stench of ozone.

Super Saiyan 4 transformation.

Chen Hao's aura surged out from him like a colossal wave.

The wind became a roaring torrent. The clouds overhead were shredded apart, exposing the sky, while sunlight twisted like bent glass.

The ground trembled, distant mountains rumbled, and loose stones rolled down.

Cell's smile finally collapsed. His lips twitched, and his eyes held only Chen Hao's figure—that silver hair and lightning.

Cell could even feel the energy swelling within him begin to tremble. Like a beast meeting its natural predator, the golden light shrank back, while a low whimper rose from deep within his heart.

"How is this possible..." Cell muttered, his voice dry and rough as grit.

He unconsciously stepped back, his feet plowing trenches into the ground.

But Chen Hao gave him no time to think.

His figure vanished, leaving behind only a silver afterimage, as though the spot where he had just stood had been an illusion.

The next second, he appeared before Cell—not by moving there, but by appearing out of thin air.

He drew back his right fist, then launched a straight punch.

This punch was faster than light.

The air did not even have time to make a sound—no, it was not that there was no sound, but that the sound had been completely left behind.

Cell did not even have time to blink.

He only felt a chill in his chest. Looking down, he saw Chen Hao's arm piercing through his chest and emerging from his back, trailing a spray of blood and shattered metal.

Broken armor and torn muscle hung from the fist, still twitching.

Cell's eyes widened, filled with nothing but disbelief.

He opened his mouth, trying to make a sound, but only a faint stream of air escaped his throat.

His hands hung limply at his sides, his fingertips twitching as though clutching at the last traces of life.

His body began to collapse, cracks spreading from his chest until his entire body seemed wrapped in a spiderweb.

The out-of-control energy raged violently, blasting out from every crack and turning into blazing white flames that tore apart and burned away his flesh.

Like a sand tower, his body gradually shattered and vanished within the light, leaving behind only a few wisps of smoke and a patch of scorched earth.

Chen Hao withdrew his fist and flicked off the scraps of flesh clinging to his hand. His silver hair fluttered, and the lightning around his body gradually calmed.

He raised his head to look at the sky. The clouds slowly closed together, and sunlight shone down once more.

He let out a soft breath, white mist drifting into the air before fading away.

As he pulled back his fist, the veins on his hand gradually receded, while the lingering white vapor around his knuckles twisted into long, thin trails of smoke.

He calmly took two steps back, his soles grinding the rubble into powder and kicking up a ring of dust.

His breathing remained steady, as though he had merely taken a deep breath. His battle suit was still pristine, without even a tear.

Immediately after, Cell's body abruptly stiffened.

A fist-sized hole in the center of his chest slowly widened. The cells along its edges collapsed into specks of light, devoured by invisible flames.

He opened his mouth, wanting to scream, but only a feeble gust escaped.

His pupils shrank sharply, then went unfocused. His entire body exploded from the inside out—his limbs turned into golden stardust, followed by his torso, and finally his once-arrogant head, which also shattered into countless glimmers.

The points of light danced through the air like fireflies scattered across a summer night. They shone briefly, then vanished completely, leaving not even a trace behind.