Invalid Attack
He was fast enough that he was almost a blur in people's eyes.
But Super 17's offensive was relentless, each punch as heavy as a mountain, relentlessly targeting his weakest points.
He is now like a small boat adrift in a raging sea, struggling but unable to escape wave after wave of giant waves.
Each time they retreated, the ground beneath their feet blasted open, creating deep craters.
"Damn it... this guy!"
Vegeta could feel waves of tingling and numbness in his arms.
Super 17's attacks are not only powerful, but also possess a strange absorption ability, constantly draining his energy.
Taking the hits passively is not his style.
His anger and pride burned fiercely.
Get out of my way!
He roared, his anger erupting instantly, forcefully repelling the opponent's attack, and taking the opportunity to retreat several steps, creating some distance.
Vegeta quickly clasped his hands together, palms facing each other, and the boiling golden energy within his body surged wildly into his palms like a flood, growing thicker and more compressed.
Golden sparks crackled and danced in his palm, and a golden energy ball, condensed to its extreme, took shape in the blink of an eye. Its light even temporarily overshadowed his entire aura, illuminating his resolute and angry face.
Inside the energy sphere, terrifying power surged and roared, like a golden monster being imprisoned.
"Your tricks should end now!"
Vegeta's veins bulged as he poured all his power into the energy ball, roaring at the indifferent black figure before him, "Galick Gun --!!!"
The golden energy beam, like a roaring dragon, tore through the air and hurtled towards Super 17 with destructive force.
The beam of light swept across the ground, leaving deep scorch marks. Gravel and dust instantly vaporized under the high temperature, leaving a blinding trail.
Super 17 hovered in mid-air, facing an attack powerful enough to destroy mountains, yet it didn't even attempt to dodge.
He slowly raised his arms, palms open, the black crystals deep within glowing faintly, like two bottomless vortexes.
The moment the golden beam touched his palm, there was no explosion or collision—the light seemed to be swallowed by an invisible abyss, silently disappearing into the darkness without even a splash.
It wasn't blocked or bounced away; it was completely and entirely absorbed.
Vegeta's pupils contracted sharply, and his golden eyebrows furrowed into a knot.
He clearly felt that the energy he emitted was like a stone falling into the sea, and in that instant, all connection was lost.
"This... how is this possible..."
His voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth, trembling noticeably with disbelief.
Super 17's lips curled into a cold smile.
"Your energy attack is useless against me."
He spoke calmly, even casually, as if he were merely stating a fact.
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly pushed with both arms—the golden energy that had been absorbed earlier transformed into a deep black beam of light, which then blasted towards Vegeta at an even faster speed!
Vegeta had no time to dodge and could only cross his arms to protect his body, his golden aura surging instantly as he withstood the attack.
The black energy beam slammed into his defenses—"BOOM—!!!"
The explosion was deafening, and the black light burst forth, forming an expanding energy sphere that engulfed Vegeta.
The shockwave spread outwards, completely crushing the surrounding ruined buildings into dust.
Vegeta flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing through three tall buildings that hadn't completely collapsed yet. Reinforced concrete exploded behind him, and he finally slammed heavily into the ground in the distance, carving a deep trench a hundred meters long in the cracked street. Dust and gravel flew up like a waterfall.
Smoke and dust slowly settled, like a gray curtain covering the entire battlefield.
A figure struggled to his feet amidst the dust—it was Vegeta.
He still maintained his Super Saiyan 4 form, his crimson fur covered in dust, and his golden aura was no longer stable, swaying violently like a candle in the wind.
He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes sharper than before, like a knife tempered by fire.
"Vegeta!"
Trunks, who was watching from a distance, cried out and instinctively rushed over.
"Don't come any closer!"
Vegeta roared without turning his head, his voice hoarse but firm, "This is my battle!"
Trunks abruptly stopped, his fists clenched until they turned white, his teeth grinding together, but he didn't move. He could only stand there, his eyes filled with anxiety and resentment.
Super 17 slowly descended, looking down at Vegeta from mid-air with an elegant and cold demeanor.
The wind on the ruins ruffled his silver hair, and a cold, cruel light gleamed in his mechanical eyes.
"Vegeta, your energy attacks are useless against me, and your physical techniques are no match for me either."
He made no attempt to hide his smugness, each word piercing the other's dignity like a needle. "What else can you do?"
Vegeta gritted his teeth, veins throbbing on his forehead.
He didn't say a word, but just stared intently at his opponent in the air.
My chest heaved violently, each breath burning with pain.
He knew the other person was right—the energy would be absorbed, and close combat wouldn't be advantageous.
If things continue like this, we'll only lose sooner or later.
But he was Vegeta, the Saiyan prince, who had never truly bowed his head in battle.
He straightened up; the golden flames flickered, but had not yet died out.
The pebbles beneath our feet were slightly suspended in the air by the pressure.
"Damn it..."
Vegeta gritted his teeth, letting out a low growl from his throat.
He stomped his foot hard on the ground, and spiderweb-like cracks instantly appeared on the surface, sending rubble and dust billowing into the sky with the golden flames.
He transformed into a burning golden meteor and charged towards Super 17 once again.
Punches, kicks, elbows, knees... Vegeta used all the Saiyan techniques he had honed through countless life-or-death experiences.
Each punch contained a force capable of penetrating the Earth's core; the space itself seemed to distort as the wind from the punch swept past. Each whip kick was like a battle axe cleaving down; before the force even arrived, the ground was already silently torn open with a trench.
His attacks were no longer simple moves, but a destructive storm of metal, with golden trails weaving into a net. Each strike carried the full power of Super Saiyan 4, enough to wipe mountains off the map in an instant.
Super 17 simply hovered silently, its silver-gray metallic body reflecting a cold light in the sunlight.
Faced with this ferocious attack that could change the very fabric of the world, he didn't even need to adopt a defensive stance.
His movements were so fast that they were impossible to see. Just as Vegeta's attack was about to hit him, he could easily deflect it by simply shifting his body slightly or raising his hand slightly.
The seemingly casual parry conceals a terrifying power, easily deflecting Vegeta's powerful blows capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks.
Even more terrifying was that the android core within him emitted a ghostly blue light, a sign of the "Infinite Energy Furnace" operating smoothly—no fatigue, no panting, no fluctuations in power, only ever-precise and ruthless output.
Five minutes passed, then ten minutes passed.
Although the golden flames around Vegeta were still burning, they had begun to tremble noticeably.
His initially thunderous offensive gradually slowed down.
Heavy breathing escaped from between his teeth, veins bulged on his forehead and neck, and sweat evaporated into white mist as soon as it appeared in the high temperature.
His fists were no longer as invincible as they once were; his speed was no longer so fast that it was impossible to see.
Fatigue, like an invisible shackle, began to bind this proud warrior.