Unfathomable

His opponent had not even moved his feet; not a single fold of his clothes had stirred.

His hand looked as warm and smooth as jade, yet its solidity was fiercer than any metal.

He was like a mountain that had always stood there—you simply could not shake it, and no one could ever get past it.

"That's impossible!"

Vegeta's roar exploded from his throat, mixed with fury and shock.

His left fist shot out like a cannonball. His right leg swept across with a shriek that tore through the air. His knee drove toward the abdomen like a battering ram smashing into a city gate, and his elbow came down like a battle-axe toward the neck—this chain of attacks sounded slow when described, but was actually too fast for the eyes to follow.

Fists, feet, elbows, and knees all struck at once, crashing down like a raging storm. Golden aura flared and burst wildly between his limbs, churning the surrounding air into chaos.

Yet Qi Heng merely stood there.

One hand rested casually behind his back while the other traced light, unhurried arcs through the air.

With a slight turn, Vegeta's mountain-splitting punch skimmed past his clothes. With a lift of his arm, he steadily blocked the vicious leg sweep with his forearm. With half a step back, he made the knee strike miss. With a flick of his wrist, he guided the elbow strike off course.

None of those movements were large. If anything, they looked almost like a leisurely stroll.

Yet those tiny motions effortlessly neutralized Vegeta's ferocious attacks again and again.

Every dodge was precise to the extreme, every block as though he already knew what the next move would be.

Vegeta's attacks grew faster and more ruthless, until he was almost mad.

Fists, legs, elbows, knees, shoulders, head—every part of his body became a weapon. He attacked so quickly that golden afterimages seemed to layer upon one another.

In a single second, dozens or even hundreds of attacks flooded down, intent on tearing Qi Heng to pieces.

His aura surged into an airtight net, brimming with murderous intent as it sought to trap Qi Heng within.

But Qi Heng was like a leaf drifting in a hurricane.

No matter how the wind roared or tore at him, he could always follow its flow, sliding away, turning aside, and floating clear with the lightest, most nimble movements.

Each time, he seemed only a fraction away from being struck, yet that tiny distance remained like an uncrossable chasm.

Sweat began to seep from Vegeta's forehead, only to be scorched into white mist the instant it emerged.

His breathing turned rough and rapid, his chest heaving violently.

The blazing anger and fighting spirit he had felt at first were gradually replaced by a cold, indescribable fear.

He felt as though he was not facing an opponent, but throwing stones into a bottomless icy pool.

No matter how large a stone you threw, the surface could not even be bothered to give you a ripple.

This man's strength... was unfathomably deep, deep enough to inspire despair.

"Enough."

Qi Heng's voice was exceptionally calm, but the instant it fell, the entire training ground seemed to be forcibly crushed beneath an invisible wall. Every sound ceased.

The wind stopped.

Golden aura still burned around Vegeta, while circles of spiderweb-like cracks had already been scorched into the ground.

Sweat ran down from his clenched teeth, instantly evaporating into white mist.

He remained in an attacking stance, his taut muscles trembling as his bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at Qi Heng—who still stood as before, black hair swaying faintly, his gaze calm as if he had seen through everything. The world-destroying pressure around them seemed no more than a morning breeze to him.

Then Qi Heng moved.

His motion was incredibly simple. There was no gathering of power, no aura. Still standing there, he raised his right arm and slowly pushed his fist forward—absurdly slowly, so slowly that even Bulla beside them could clearly see every line on his fist.

There was no imposing force behind it. The punch drifted forward lightly, as though he were casually pushing open a half-closed door, completely unlike something that could send someone flying.

There was no explosion, no aura.

The entire scene was drawn into silence by that simple punch, like an old man casually performing a Tai Chi move in a park at dawn.

But Vegeta's pupils shrank to pinpoints in that instant.

Every fighting cell in his body screamed!

That sluggish fist became an inescapable net in his perception.

Left? An image had already appeared in his mind of his left shoulder being blown apart.

Right? His right ribs felt as though they had already been pierced through, the pain arriving in advance.

Back? That fist seemed to have locked onto time itself. No matter how fast he retreated, its shadow would stay pressed against him.

Block? The golden aura shielding his arms suddenly seemed like ice meeting molten iron before that fist, about to melt away at once.

This was not a matter of being overwhelmed by speed, nor was it a gap in strength.

It was something deeper—the complete deconstruction and reconstruction of "combat" itself.

He controlled every inch of space, grasped every moment. Every muscle in Vegeta's body, every breath, every heartbeat—he saw them all with perfect clarity.

This punch directly sealed off every "possibility."

"Bang—!!!"

A muffled boom erupted.

Qi Heng's fist lightly pressed against Vegeta's abdomen, which had tensed to its limit.

Time seemed to freeze for an instant.

Vegeta's expression immediately stiffened. His bloodshot eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

He opened his mouth and sucked in a sharp breath, but it was as though something had blocked his throat. Not a single sound came out.

That seemingly gentle point of contact erupted with an indescribable force—one he simply could not resist.

The hidden force pierced straight through the protective energy around his body, passed through tough Saiyan skin, crushed layer after layer of muscle fibers, shattered bone, and finally detonated deep within his abdominal cavity!

"Urgh...!"

That sound did not come from his throat. It was the scream of his internal organs being violently compressed, twisted, and shaken.

The pain did not spread bit by bit. It exploded from the core of his body all at once, instantly setting every nerve ablaze.

Vegeta's body immediately lost control. He bent over like a boiled shrimp, his spine arching high, his limbs twitching as he curled into a ball under the overwhelming agony.

The next second, that irresistible force erupted completely.

Vegeta turned into a blurry golden afterimage and flew backward!

A blinding white sonic boom cloud trailed behind him.

"BOOM!!!"

The moment Vegeta slammed into the first special-alloy training wall, it caved in at the center like thin ice struck by a battleship. Cracks spread, metal fragments, snapped bolts, and dust exploded outward, spraying behind it!

He did not stop!

"BOOM!!!!"

The second reinforced concrete wall was blasted directly into dust and rubble. The steel bars within were violently torn apart and sent flying, whistling wildly through the air.

Before the dust could settle, that golden figure tore straight through it again.

Then came the third wall—the final barrier combining energy buffering and physical defense.

The absurdly expensive cushioning material was ripped apart like paper. The force-field generator flickered once before dying, while the outermost ultradense metal plate twisted into a human-shaped hole, its edges curled outward in a horrifying sight!

Three walls capable of withstanding the relentless bombardment of heavy energy cannons failed to hold against Vegeta's body for even a second. They were all reduced to rubble.

At last, Vegeta crashed into the distant courtyard like a boulder hurled from a catapult, still carrying the force of the blow.

"THOOM—!!!"

An even deeper, more bone-shaking impact rang out.

In the center of the courtyard, the massive dark bluish-green boulder covered in natural patterns suddenly trembled.