Observation of Universe 4

Space in the observation area rippled like the surface of water.

A tall, lean figure slowly stepped out from a fold in the void.

The newcomer was slender, with especially conspicuous pointed ears. His entire body exuded an aura of a God of Destruction similar to Beerus's, yet colder and more cunning.

His pale green skin looked strange, and he wore a meticulously tailored dark-purple robe, his hands casually clasped behind his back.

He wore a flippant, carefree expression, but his narrowed eyes gleamed with shrewdness.

He was the God of Destruction of Universe 4—Quitela.

"Oh? It's pretty lively here." Quitela's tone was frivolous, as though he had merely wandered past a bustling street performance.

Yet he immediately turned toward the battlefield, his gaze as sharp as needles as he fixed it on Qi Heng, who was colliding with Beerus at high speed.

The moment he sensed the energy erupting from that silver-white figure, the amusement in his eyes instantly turned into undisguised shock.

Even his pointed ears twitched slightly.

"That silver-white guy... who is he?" Quitela's voice rose involuntarily, his emotions written all over his face. "This aura... You've got to be kidding me! He can actually fight Beerus on this level? Beerus is one of the toughest among the twelve Gods of Destruction—the acknowledged strongest!"

"Lord Quitela." Whis turned around, lightly swaying the staff in his hand as he gave a small bow, his movements elegant and proper. "Good day. I never expected such a small sparring match to draw even your attention. How unexpected."

"Cut the crap!" Quitela angrily flicked his long, narrow ears, purple God of Destruction energy flickering around him. "The energy fluctuations from your Universe 7 reached the border of our Universe 4! The entire God of Destruction Realm was shaking—I thought Beerus had gone insane again and was tearing apart his own universe for fun!"

Halfway through, he abruptly stopped. His eyes locked onto the center of the battlefield, filled with shock, wariness, and an indescribable chill.

In the distance, that silver figure was nearly tearing space apart, moving at an absurd speed.

Every time he shattered the void beneath his feet, rings of silver ripples spread outward. Every punch sent energy aftershocks silently grinding nearby floating stellar remains into dust.

He was so fast that even a God of Destruction's dynamic vision could not fully keep up. All they could see were fragmented afterimages and blinding silver light blooming wildly through the dark universe.

And opposite him stood Beerus, the one every God of Destruction privately called a "monster among monsters."

"Th-that guy... is a Saiyan?" Quitela's voice suddenly dropped, trembling slightly by the end.

He watched as the figure within the silver light threw another heavy punch. Beerus raised a hand to block it, and in the next instant, the chaotic energy currents exploding between them directly blasted away a distant asteroid belt.

"Yes." Vados spoke calmly. Her staff glowed faintly as it erected a pale-purple protective barrier, blocking the incoming fragments of space. "He is Universe 6's candidate God of Destruction, Qi Heng."

"A candidate God of Destruction?!" Quitela whipped around, his voice nearly cracking. "A candidate God of Destruction can be this strong?! Champa—!"

He pointed straight at the chubby God of Destruction beside him. "Where did you find a monster like this?! That energy is already close to that of a full-fledged God of Destruction, isn't it?!"

The moment Champa heard that, he puffed out his round belly, his short tail wagging smugly as every fold of fat on his face radiated pride. "Well? Impressive, right? I personally trained him! Twenty years—just twenty years! He went from a mortal to someone who can trade blows with Beerus head-on! Does your Universe 4 have someone like that? Can you find one?"

Quitela's entire face scrunched up, his mouth twitching. "You? Train him? Give me a break. You clearly just had universe-level dumb luck and stumbled onto a treasure!"

"Say that again—!"

"Gentlemen." Vados lightly tapped her staff against the void.

Though there was no sound, an invisible pressure quietly spread out, silencing both Gods of Destruction.

She continued watching the battlefield, her voice gentle yet unquestionable. "Please watch quietly. A battle like this... is rare even in the billions of years of God of Destruction history."

Beneath the stars, the battle had long since reached a fever pitch.

Qi Heng's figure flashed through the vast void like a silver-white bolt of lightning.

He was no longer holding back at all. His speed fully erupted—one second, he was throwing a punch from Beerus's left; the next, he had appeared behind him with a sweeping kick; in the blink of an eye, he had leapt overhead and chopped down.

Silver-white energy flared behind him, trailing dozens of streaks of light like countless meteors flying in reverse, crisscrossing into an attack net with no blind spots.

His offensive was like an energy flood at the birth of the universe—violent, dense, and carrying a destructive beauty.

His left fist shot forward—before the silver force even arrived, space was already torn apart, forming a spiraling vacuum tunnel that shot straight toward Beerus's face; his right leg swept out—the wind from it became a giant silver scythe, warping even light wherever it passed as if it would cut Beerus in half; his knee drove upward—Beerus had barely shifted aside when Qi Heng's knee was already rising, silver flames condensing into a cone around it as it slammed viciously toward his abdomen; his elbow followed—taking advantage of the opening as Beerus blocked, Qi Heng spun and drove his elbow forward, the dense energy at its tip blazing like a supernova as it shot toward Beerus's chest.

All of it happened within a single second.

His attack frequency had already surpassed the speed of light.

To Quitela and Champa, it looked as though dozens of Qi Hengs had appeared on the battlefield at once—some delivering flying kicks in midair, some charging low to the ground, some punching from tricky angles, and some even firing ki blasts from visual blind spots.

The silver-white radiance was no longer mere scattered starlight, but a vast, surging ocean of light that completely submerged Beerus's purple figure.

The roar of colliding energy was like billions of stars exploding. Shockwaves spread outward in ring after ring, making the robes of the two distant observing Gods of Destruction snap violently as even the void beneath their feet trembled.

And from the heart of that silver light came Beerus's deep laughter, long absent and filled with near-mad excitement.

But Beerus was the truly terrifying one.

The silver attack net poured down like torrential rain, every trajectory carrying a shriek that tore through space, slicing the entire area into countless fragments.

Yet at the center of that airtight offensive, the God of Destruction moved with ghostlike ease.

When Qi Heng's right fist came crashing in wreathed in silver flames, Beerus merely tilted his head slightly, the fist wind grazing past his ear and lifting a few strands of hair; when the sweeping kick came at his ribs, he stepped back half a pace, his sole sending fine energy ripples across the void as the kick wind merely brushed his robe; when the third elbow strike rose upward, Beerus could not even be bothered to look, casually raising his bandaged arm. With a clang, elbow and arm collided, blasting out a visible shockwave.

Every dodge was so precise it was suffocating, as though he was not dealing with attacks at all, but appreciating a dance whose movements had been announced in advance—every minute tremor of Qi Heng's muscles, every flow of his energy, had already been reflected in Beerus's golden pupils.

Beerus did not counterattack often, but each strike was like mountains collapsing and earth splitting apart.

The first side kick arrived without any warning.

Beerus's figure suddenly blurred amid the silver-white light, his right leg sweeping out like a purple battle-axe. Wherever it passed, space directly warped and collapsed.

Qi Heng's pupils shrank sharply, and he crossed his arms in defense.

At the moment of contact, silver-white energy exploded. His entire body was forced back three steps, each step stamping spiderweb-like energy cracks into the void.

The second hand chop came down, carrying a piercing shriek—