Energy Showdown

Baby slowly raised her right arm, tightening her grip on each of her fingers.

The ball of black energy in his palm, which was only the size of a fist at first, expanded to several meters wide in the blink of an eye.

The surface of the sphere was wrapped in rings of dark purple electric arcs, emitting a low, chilling hum that sounded like countless vengeful spirits screaming in one's ear.

The core of the energy sphere was as black as an abyss, distorting and swallowing even the surrounding light.

That sense of oppression felt like it could freeze a person's bones.

Baby's dark red eyes were fixed on Qi Heng, her mouth stretched to her ears, the smile on her face almost splitting her entire face, and a hoarse, manic growl rolled out from her throat, "Die--!"

He suddenly thrust his arms forward, and the huge black energy ball shot out of his hands.

It trailed a black tail flame tens of meters long, like a meteorite flying out of hell. The air in its path was instantly evaporated, and the explosion was so piercing that it felt like it was going to tear your eardrums apart.

Black lightning bolts continuously shot out from the surface of the sphere, each leaving a charred mark as it streaked through the air.

It charged straight at Qi Heng with the momentum to destroy stars and overturn the laws of nature.

The space along the way shattered layer by layer like broken glass, revealing a turbulent, chaotic void behind it.

Spiderweb-like black cracks spread outwards from the energy sphere, which was the physical law of the world, and was directly shattered by Baby's power.

Before the rubble and metal debris on the ground even touched the energy sphere itself, they were crushed into dust by the dissipating force just a few meters away, and the black and gray mist dispersed with a gust of wind.

Qi Heng remained completely still, not even lifting his eyes.

The golden pupils calmly reflected the ball of destructive energy, drawing ever closer.

The gale whipped his black hair across his forehead, and his Battle Suit fluttered wildly in the energy storm, but he stood there as if rooted to the spot, not even the hem of his clothes swaying.

The energy ball stopped abruptly when it was only three meters away from him.

It wasn't like hitting some kind of barrier; rather, it felt like crashing into an invisible, still space.

That black energy sphere, capable of obliterating a city, is now like a flying insect encased in amber; all its rotation, electric arcs, and black light have instantly solidified.

The surface of the sphere still flickered dangerously, and the energy deep within its core surged wildly, yet it couldn't be pushed forward, not even an inch.

Baby's smile froze.

His pupils instantly contracted to the size of pinpoints, his eyes now fixed solely on the energy sphere suspended in mid-air.

The black energy roared in resentment, and the bursts of electric arcs tore at the ground like madmen, drawing deep, bottomless, scorched ravines, yet it could never break through that invisible boundary.

Qi Heng then slowly raised his right hand, gently snapped his index finger and thumb together, and casually flicked the energy ball.

"Bang--!" A crisp sound so light it was almost negligible.

The black energy ball, several meters wide, was flicked back by him like a rubber ball, its speed more than twice as fast as when it came.

The air was torn apart, a piercing shriek filled the air, and they were sent flying backwards!

Baby hadn't even reacted yet; the shock on her face hadn't turned into fear. She only had time to cross her arms in front of her, her entire body instinctively erupting in defense—

"Boom--!!!!!"

The black energy ball slammed into him and then exploded.

The black energy hemisphere, hundreds of meters wide, expanded instantly, and everything it touched—ruined buildings, twisted steel bars, and rubble—was instantly reduced to the most basic particles.

The shockwave from the explosion swept outwards like a giant wave, flattening West City protruding within a radius of several hundred meters.

The earth seemed to have been pressed down by a giant hand, collapsing into a huge, scorched crater.

Thick smoke and dust billowed into the sky, and energy residue mixed into a blackish-purple mist, staining half the sky.

At the epicenter of the explosion, Baby's body was thrown through the air like a puppet with its strings cut, crashing through two reinforced concrete buildings that hadn't completely collapsed yet. With a deafening roar, it finally slammed into the distant ruins, carving a trench a hundred meters long and several meters deep into the ground before coming to a stop.

The gravel and dust slowly settled, and finally, all was quiet.

After a while, the pile of rubble shifted.

A hand, covered in dust and that black slime, trembled as it reached out from the rubble, tearing away the remains covering itself.

Baby struggled to her feet and stood up unsteadily.

His orange taekwondo uniform was reduced to tattered strips, and his exposed skin was covered in scorch marks and cracks. What seeped from the wounds was not blood, but a black liquid like tar, which slowly flowed down his arm.

His face was covered in ash and blood, and a gash on his forehead from which dark red blood mixed with black mucus flowed down his cheek.

But his dark red eyes were still fixed on Qi Heng, his pupils churning with incomprehensible horror, fear on the verge of collapse, and a hint of utter madness.

His lips trembled, and his teeth chattered, making a clattering sound.

His voice was broken and hoarse, like a broken bellows. "Who... who are you...?"

Qi Heng strode over.

His steps were neither hurried nor slow, treading over the scorched, burning ground, shattering the crystallized glass formed by the burning energy, his feet making a cracking sound.

His golden eyes remained bright even in the smoke and dust, calm as still water, devoid of the arrogance of a victor or the contempt of an opponent, only unfathomable indifference.

Qi Heng stopped a few meters away from Baby. His voice was steady and clear, piercing through the wind and crackling flames in the distance, reaching Baby's ears and echoing across the silent battlefield. "Qi Heng."

He paused, his gaze falling on Baby's trembling body.

"A Saiyan from another time and space."

Baby, and began to tremble even more violently.

This is not simply pain or fear, but the kind of tremor that comes from the depths of the soul when one's cognition is completely overturned, and the power one relies on becomes a joke in the face of a higher being.

He wanted to run, but his legs felt like lead, and he couldn't take a single step.

It's not the injury—it's the fear.

The chill seeped into my bones, climbed up my spine, gripped my throat, and pressed painfully against my chest; every breath I took was a trembling, metallic taste.

"Saiyan..."

Baby gritted teeth, almost drawing blood from her gums, "It's Saiyan again... you indestructible, persistent Saiyan..."

His voice was hoarse, filled with hatred and near-collapse sobs. "Tuffle Planet... my home... burned to ashes by you... not even a cry was left... now... now you won't even spare me...?"

"Destroy you?"

Qi Heng stopped walking, his boots crunching over the gravel with a soft cracking sound.

He tilted his head, a few strands of black hair falling down his forehead, covering half of his face, and the eye that was exposed was as cold as a frozen deep pool.

Are you worthy?

Baby's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

He saw Qi Heng slowly raise his right hand—the movement was so slow it was almost elegant.

Slowly spread your five fingers, palm facing yourself.

There was no light, no flame, but the air seemed to freeze, and even gravity seemed to be distorted. An invisible pressure squeezed in from all directions, and Baby's knees buckled.

"You parasitized Vegeta's body," Qi Heng's voice was as calm as if he were talking about the weather, but every word was like a knife etched into Baby's mind, "You defiled the Saiyan Prince's body, toyed with his pride, and trampled on his will."

He paused, and the air in his palm began to tremble, rippling with golden waves almost invisible to the naked eye.

"I'm giving you three seconds to get out of his body."

"Impossible--!" Baby roared hoarsely, veins bulging on his neck.