Full-Power Super Saiyan

Tang Yangbing steadied his mind, began regulating his breathing, and sensed his surroundings.

In the white world, time seemed to slow and grow heavy, every minute and second feeling exceptionally long.

He closed his eyes and recalled all sorts of things from his previous life. Those days spent shut away at home had accustomed him to loneliness, and now, that loneliness instead became his motivation to persevere.

"Ah! Ha! Give me a cup of water to forget love!" Tang Yangbing suddenly roared, his voice echoing through the empty space with an inexplicable sense of release.

He could not help laughing and shook his head. "Pah! I'm so used to it that I actually started singing." The self-mockery made him feel a little lighter, as though he had found an outlet for release in this stifling environment.

"Ah! Ha!" With another roar from Tang Yangbing, a golden aura suddenly surged up around his body.

The aura was like blazing flames, yet it carried a sacred and powerful presence, enveloping his entire body.

The golden radiance was especially dazzling in the white world, like a sun suddenly rising.

Tang Yangbing directly transformed into Super Saiyan 1. His hair instantly turned golden and stood upright strand by strand, while a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes.

It was as if infinite power had been injected into every muscle of his body, every inch of skin brimming with explosive force.

He remembered that Son Goku had begun training in this state in the anime and maintained it continuously. Now, he too felt that unprecedented strength.

"As expected of a Super Saiyan. This power is just too strong." Tang Yangbing could not help sighing as he felt the energy surging within him.

His fists clenched tightly, golden aura rolling around his body as though he could unleash world-destroying power at any moment.

The white world no longer seemed monotonous in his eyes. Instead, it had become the perfect stage for his training.

He stepped forward and began training in an environment of ten times gravity.

Every step was heavy yet powerful, and the white ground beneath his feet seemed to tremble faintly.

His movements grew faster and faster, the golden aura tracing dazzling streaks through the air as he moved.

In this isolated space, Tang Yangbing's journey of training officially began. There was only one belief in his heart—become stronger, whatever the cost!

Mo slowly clenched his fists, feeling the power rushing through his body as an uncontrollable surge of ecstasy shot through him like an electric current.

He lowered his head and stared at his palms. His knuckles had turned slightly pale from the force, while his muscles bulged beneath his skin like coiling dragons.

A strange energy fluctuation filled the air. Golden aura swirled around him, illuminating the monotonous expanse of white inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber with shimmering brilliance.

Yet the cost of this power was equally obvious.

After maintaining it for only a few minutes, Tang Yangbing felt the energy within him rapidly ebb away like a receding tide.

Sweat slid down his temples, instantly evaporating into white mist within the golden aura.

He took a deep breath, catching the scorched scent unique to burned energy lingering in the air.

"The road ahead is long..." he muttered, his voice echoing through the empty training chamber. "Let's begin training!" Time quietly passed within the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, and half a year vanished in the blink of an eye.

"Ah—ha!" A deafening roar tore through the silence of the training chamber.

Dazzling golden light erupted around Tang Yangbing, and a shockwave spread outward from him, shaking spiderweb-like cracks into the ground.

When he finally stopped powering up, he seemed completely reborn, every pore greedily breathing in the dense energy in the air.

At this moment, Tang Yangbing's physique had undergone an earth-shaking transformation.

His once well-proportioned body had doubled in size. His knotted muscles resembled armor forged from refined steel, gleaming with a metallic luster beneath the golden aura.

His long golden hair stood high like blazing flames, the tips trembling faintly amid the energy fluctuations. Every strand seemed to contain explosive power.

Most striking of all were his eyes—his once-deep pupils had completely vanished, replaced by pure milky whiteness, like two bright moons set into his sharply defined face.

When he stared ahead, his gaze seemed capable of piercing through space and time, carrying a terrifying pressure.

The golden aura surrounding him began to display new characteristics.

The energy no longer simply enveloped his body; it surged upward like an erupting volcano.

At the edges of the aura, fine blue lightning flickered in and out of view, crackling with electric noise. Occasional sparks streaked brief trails through the air.

"So this is the third form of the first stage of Super Saiyan..." Tang Yangbing lowered his head to examine his newly transformed body, his voice low and full of power.

He could clearly feel power coursing through every inch of his muscles, like a flood poised to burst forth, roaring and surging through his veins.

Compared to half a year ago, this power had increased by at least tenfold. Every gesture carried an unstoppable might.

But his keen battle instincts immediately made him realize this form's fatal flaw.

Although his power had risen to unprecedented heights, his body seemed bound by invisible shackles, every movement carrying a sense of sluggishness.

He tentatively threw a punch. The air tore apart with a thunderous boom, but the smoothness of his movements had indeed declined greatly.

This form reminded him of the battle between Trunks and Perfect Cell in the world of Dragon Ball.

Back then, Trunks had gained overwhelming power through a similar transformation, yet his severely reduced speed meant that he could not touch Cell at all.

It was like holding an unrivaled divine weapon yet being unable to strike the target. Tang Yangbing now keenly understood that stifling frustration of having strength he could not properly use.

Tang Yangbing took a deep breath, and the golden aura around him slowly subsided with the rhythm of his breathing.

He deliberately slowed the circulation of his energy, gradually calming the violent power.

When the final trace of lightning sank into his body, his form slowly began returning to normal. Only the sharp gleam lingering in his eyes revealed the transformation this training had brought him.

The instant Tang Yangbing entered the third form during the battle just now, an unprecedented realization pierced through his consciousness like an electric current.

He suddenly gained a deeper understanding of the Full-Power Super Saiyan realm—it was no longer merely an increase in strength, but precise control over the flow of his own energy, as though every wisp of ki breathed at his command.

As the surging ki within him slowly began to recede, Tang Yangbing's body gradually returned to his original Super Saiyan form.

The golden aura that had burned like blazing fire seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, gradually contracting and dispersing until it was completely absorbed back into his body like a trickling stream.

The lingering energy fluctuations in the air trembled faintly, like ripples spreading across the surface of water, silently extending throughout the entire space.

Tang Yangbing's golden hair still shone as brilliantly as sunlight, but the golden aura that had once surged around him like raging flames had completely vanished.

His figure appeared even more upright in the spacious training ground, his muscular lines smooth and powerful, like a statue cast from gold.

Though his appearance showed no obvious difference from his previous Super Saiyan form, a closer look revealed an added depth of calm in his eyes, like the sea after a storm—tranquil on the surface, yet concealing boundless potential beneath.

"Whew... I finally completed the Full-Power Super Saiyan form!" Tang Yangbing let out a long breath, his voice filled with unconcealed relief and joy.

Over the past six months, he had tempered himself at the limits day after day, never relaxing for even a moment.

Whether he had sweated beneath the blazing sun or pondered deeply late into the night, every breakthrough had been accompanied by tearing pain and a rebirth-like transformation.

Now, he had finally mastered the power of the Super Saiyan at full power. The sensation of wielding it as effortlessly as an extension of his own limbs filled him with an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

However, Tang Yangbing's gaze did not linger there for long.

He knew that Full-Power Super Saiyan was only a new starting point. His next goal—the transformation into Super Saiyan 2—would be the true test.