Divine Showdown

There was no provocation here, nor was anyone showing off—just the pure anticipation and joy that naturally welled up in a warrior who had honed himself time and again over a long journey, finally meeting an opponent who could make him go all out.

"As you wish."

The moment those four words fell, clear and steady like a stone dropped into a stagnant lake, they completely shattered the last trace of feigned calm.

Before the word "wish" had fully faded, the next second—

BOOM!!!

An indescribably terrifying energy erupted beneath both their feet at the same time!

Golden aura surged skyward around Qi Heng, dazzlingly bright, yet it did not flare wildly. Instead, it circled him in rings, pulsing with a sense of living vitality.

The pure, blazing light made him look like a sun god descended upon the world.

The indigo ground beneath his feet instantly scorched into charred cracks centered on him, spreading outward with rapid crack-crack sounds.

On Beerus's side, purple light exploded violently—deep, frenzied, and carrying the aura of utter destruction.

It was not bright. Rather, it resembled an abyss in the dead of night opening its jaws to swallow all light.

Where the purple radiance passed, space itself seemed to wail. Shattered arcs of electricity crackled along its edges, the roar of pure God of Destruction power.

The two astonishing forces collided. There were no flashy tricks, no probing attacks—just a direct head-on clash, powerful enough to shake stars and overturn laws.

There was no sound.

Or rather, the deafening blast had surpassed the limits of human comprehension and struck directly into the depths of the soul.

Golden and purple shockwaves could be seen erupting violently from the point of impact, like ripples at the birth of the universe, spreading, expanding, and ravaging everything around them without restraint.

The conical stone pillars shook violently. Rubble and dust rained down, and some of the smaller pillars even began to tilt.

The ground seemed to have been struck by a massive hammer, instantly splitting open into bottomless ravines as cracks crisscrossed and spread.

Even the eternal-looking twilight sky overhead became like a lake struck by a stone—warping, rippling, and flickering between light and dark, as though the sky of this divine realm itself was about to be torn apart!

"Wah!"

Champa cried out despite himself. His massive body was pushed back a step by the shockwave, and the smug grin on his face instantly turned to shock as he hurriedly summoned divine power to protect himself.

Vados and Whis acted almost simultaneously.

The two Angels' expressions tightened. Without any visible movement, they lightly tapped their staffs against the ground.

Hum—

A thin, multicolored barrier spread out before them, as delicate as cicada wings, firmly sealing off the destructive energy waves.

The shockwaves struck the barrier and sent rings of light rippling across it, yet they could not break through.

Behind the barrier, Vados and Whis looked through the turbulent energy toward the center of the battlefield.

The Angels, accustomed to witnessing the birth and death of universes, exchanged a glance. Rare gravity and concern appeared in their ice-blue and rose-red eyes.

There was no need for words. They both understood—the level of this sudden duel, and the impact it might cause, far exceeded all prior expectations.

At the very center of that destructive energy, amid the chaotic storm of wildly intertwining golden and purple light, destruction and rebirth—

Qi Heng and Beerus, the God of Destruction, had already become two blurred streaks of light.

From the very start, their battle had entered the true domain of gods!

Universe 7's God of Destruction Realm.

The sky had turned an eerie dark purple, as though the entire space had been dyed through by some incomprehensible force.

Fragments of shattered stars hung in the void like dust. Arcs of electricity occasionally leaped between them with faint crackling sounds.

The distant palace had been reduced to broken ruins. Once-glorious pillars lay toppled across the cracked earth, their surfaces covered in scars left behind by battle.

In the center of the deathly silent ruins, two terrifying auras collided, tore at each other, and devoured one another in the void.

Under the pressure of those auras, the air let out a stifled moan. Gravel on the ground trembled slightly, then slowly rose against gravity, only to be crushed into fine powder by an invisible force the next moment.

Qi Heng floated in midair, his entire body covered in dense red fur, every strand seeming to contain explosive power.

His golden eyes had narrowed into beastlike vertical pupils, burning with battle intent and savagery—this was the complete form of Super Saiyan 4.

Golden aura rose from his body like living fire, warping even the surrounding light. As it rubbed against the air, it emitted a low, droning hum.

Not long ago, he had used this very form to blast Champa, Universe 6's God of Destruction, deep into a stellar core.

But now, the opponent before him was entirely different—

Beerus.

The strongest God of Destruction acknowledged across the twelve universes.

Simply standing there, he seemed to be destruction itself given form.

His lean purple figure hovered casually in the air, his tail slowly swaying behind him. Its tip cut through the air, trailing a faint purple afterimage.

His arms were folded. Those narrow eyes that were usually half-lidded had now opened fully, and Qi Heng's golden flames were reflected in his scarlet pupils—yet they remained as calm as an ancient dead well.

"Is that all you've got?"

Beerus's voice broke the frozen atmosphere. His tone was lazy, the final note drawn out as though he were merely judging a cup of mediocre tea—or swatting away an annoying fly.

Before his words had even finished, his figure vanished from where he stood.

This was not ordinary high-speed movement, but true, traceless teleportation.

The power of a God of Destruction had already surpassed normal physical laws. To them, space and distance were like paper that could be folded at will; even thought and light lagged a beat behind.

Qi Heng's beast instincts screamed wildly!

Super Saiyan 4's senses made every red hair on his body stand on end.

Left!

His body moved before his mind could react. His waist twisted sharply to the right, and his left arm bent up to shield his head and neck.

The next second, a condensed purple afterimage brushed past his left cheek.

It was not the physical form of a fist, but a razor-sharp shockwave compressed by the force of the punch!

Like an invisible energy blade, the shockwave sliced precisely across his cheekbone. His skin split open at once—first came a chill, then the stinging pain.

A drop of blood had barely emerged before the cells beneath the wound began repairing themselves frantically under a Saiyan's regenerative power, leaving behind only a faint mark that vanished in an instant.

Yet the icy chill and stabbing pain that had seeped into his bones in that moment were already deeply etched into his nerves—Beerus's speed and precision were on a completely different level from Champa's.

"Too slow."

A faintly mocking voice rose beside the back of his head like a ghost.

Every muscle in Qi Heng's body tensed instantly. He let out a low growl, and as he turned, his right fist had already gathered enough power to dim the stars.

Golden aura surged madly into his fist, compressing tighter and tighter. The scenery around it was twisted by the energy, rippling like water.

Without the slightest hesitation, he drove a punch behind him. The force of the blow swept out, carving another deep fan-shaped trench through the already shattered earth. Rubble spiraled into the sky, only to turn into dust the next second.

But Beerus merely tilted his head slightly, the movement so small it was almost elegant.