If the Saiyan prince's body hadn't been as monstrously tough as it was, an ordinary person would have had their stomach punched straight through by that blow, leaving a bloody hole on the spot.
At that moment, the cloud of dust opposite him was gently swept aside by an invisible force.
Qi Heng slowly stepped out through the huge hole he had smashed into the living room wall.
At last, the moonlight fell upon him without obstruction, coating his entire body in a faint silver glow and clearly outlining his tall figure.
It was hard to believe that after such a violent collision, he had not even released the golden aura unique to a transformed Saiyan. His presence was tightly restrained—he simply stood there casually and slackly, as though he had merely pushed open a door.
His right hand was tucked into his pocket, while his left hung naturally at his side, even his fingers carrying a lazy curve.
The night breeze stirred his bangs. No matter how one looked at him, he resembled an ordinary young man taking a midnight stroll through his backyard, utterly out of place amid the devastated battlefield around him.
"Baby." Qi Heng spoke. His voice was not loud, yet it was strangely clear, passing through the night wind and falling directly into Baby's ears. It was as calm as if nothing had happened.
"You did indeed parasitize Vegeta's body and steal his appearance and power. Unfortunately, you can't even bring out one-tenth of his true strength."
"Bullshit!!" Baby's face immediately twisted. Like a rabid dog, his shock was instantly replaced by fury, dark red flames burning in his eyes. "I have complete control over this body! From its cells to its energy, it's all mine! Vegeta's power is my power! His strength is my