The Challenge of Super Saiyan 4
The air was distorted as if it had been burned, with wave after wave of heat.
Vegeta stood in the center of the lawn, the grass beneath his feet bending under the weight of his invisible aura, drawing an ever-growing circle around him.
"I'm not that idiot Kakarot!" he growled, his voice almost exploding within the churning golden energy.
Every word was enunciated with utmost precision, brimming with the pride and fighting spirit of the Saiyan Prince.
"I'll show you what a real prince is!"
The moment he finished speaking, his transformation reached another level.
The black hair that was originally standing up like a hedgehog suddenly grew wildly as if it had come alive, and in the blink of an eye it became a thick head of hair that reached down to the waist, flying wildly in the air.
Fiery red body hair followed closely behind, spreading rapidly like wildfire across his chest, arms, and legs, all the way down to his feet.
With his long black hair and red fur, he exuded wildness and commanded a powerful aura.
His eyes became sharper, turning into a dazzling gold. The lightning in his pupils was no longer that of an ordinary Super Saiyan, but a more primal and ferocious light, like a beast eyeing its prey.
Its brown tail had also thickened, its fur bristling and whipping like a steel whip, each strike seemingly capable of cleaving the air, accompanied by a low whimper.
The current Vegeta, just by standing there, exudes not only power, but also a terrifying aura that emanates from his very bones.
That savagery and majesty needed no embellishment; the Saiyan's instincts were fully awakened.
Super Saiyan 4, Vegeta.
He slightly bent his knees, adopting a familiar starting stance, his burning golden eyes fixed on Qi Heng.
That look seemed to say: The show is about to begin.
The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and even time itself became viscous.
The pebbles on the ground began to tremble restlessly, then were blown away by a gust of air, scattering haphazardly towards the horizon, leaving trails of afterimages in the setting sun.
The white, curved walls of the Capsule Corporation emitted a teeth-grinding cracking sound.
Cracks spread wildly from Vegeta's feet, covering the entire wall in the blink of an eye.
The windowpane first showed tiny patterns, then shattered with a "crash" into pieces all over the floor, like a sudden shower of crystals.
Qi Heng just stood there, not even the hem of his clothes moving.
He looked at Vegeta, who was surrounded by golden flames and looked like a god of war descending, his face as calm as a still pond.
His eyes reflected the burning figure of the other person, but his expression was as if he were admiring an insignificant work of art.
"Not bad," he said, his voice steady and clear, even with a hint of casual conversation, like a casual evaluation after tasting a dish. "The concentration of energy, the explosive force... are all a bit stronger than when Son Goku first transformed into Super Saiyan."
"Don't you dare underestimate me!!!" Vegeta's roar tore through the air like thunder, shattering his last shred of restraint.
The ground beneath his feet suddenly collapsed, revealing a clear crack.
The next second, his figure disappeared—no, it should be said that he was so fast that the naked eye couldn't even catch it!
Four or five golden afterimages trailed through the air, each one seemingly about to tear space apart, their fists aimed directly at Qi Heng, each angle tricky and fierce.
As his right fist charged forward, the golden flames were compressed wildly by the extreme speed and power, finally condensing into a ball of almost blinding golden light at the tip of his fist.
It felt like a storm was raging inside, the temperature was so high it distorted the air, and the entire fist felt like a star about to explode.
With this punch, Vegeta poured all his pride as a prince and the full power of Super Saiyan 4 into it!
He wanted to make this man, who always had an indifferent expression, and his comment vanish into thin air!
Faced with such a powerful attack that could eclipse the stars, Qi Heng didn't even flinch.
He simply raised his left hand naturally, the movement slow and somewhat casual, as if he were brushing away a fallen leaf.
Spread your fingers wide, palm facing forward.
Just as that burning "star" was about to hit his chest, he blocked it steadily and perfectly.
"Bang------!!!" The sound was not like an ordinary impact, but more like the muffled groan of space as two terrifying forces collided!
A deafening explosion erupted, and the shockwave spread wildly from the two people, sweeping across the surroundings like the most violent ripples.
The ground was cleared away instantly, with rubble, dust, and glass flying out, leaving a clean ring-shaped area.
Trees in the distance were snapped in half, their debris billowing into the air.
But the eye of the storm was strangely still.
Vegeta's fist, powerful enough to pierce stars, was firmly blocked by a seemingly long and ordinary hand.
The golden orb on the fist flickered and struggled violently, unable to move forward or break free from that hand.
All the kinetic energy and all the destructive power were silently swallowed up by that hand.
His five fingers tightened slightly, seemingly effortlessly, yet they were stronger than the strongest alloy, locking Vegeta's full-force attack firmly in place.
The anger and determination on Vegeta's face froze instantly.
His pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints, and for the first time, his golden eyes clearly reflected Qi Heng's ever-calm face, as well as his own motionless fist.
A chill crept up my spine.
"Impossible--!!" Vegeta roared, his golden aura exploding, sending rubble and dust flying into the sky.
The ground beneath his feet cracked open, the cracks spreading wildly like a spider web.
The next second, his figure disappeared again—no, it was so fast that it left only a slowly fading golden afterimage in the same spot.
The left fist crashed down like a meteorite, carrying a powerful gust of wind that tore through space; the right leg followed closely with a sweeping motion, cutting through the air and emitting a piercing shriek; the knee strike was like a battering ram; the elbow strike was like a battle axe slashing diagonally—the offensive was fierce, giving almost no chance to breathe, all pouring towards Qi Heng.
Each strike was powerful enough to pulverize mountains, and the overflowing energy caused distant rocks to crumble silently into flying dust.
But Qi Heng remained standing motionless.
He was dressed in plain clothes and remained completely still in the violent shockwaves; not even the hem of his clothes was lifted.
His left hand was casually tucked behind his back, while his right hand was raised seemingly slowly but actually quickly.
When Vegeta's powerful left fist, capable of shattering mountains, swung towards him, he slightly turned his body, the wind from the punch barely grazing his hair, sending a few strands of black hair flying. When the right leg, capable of splitting mountains, swept in, he lightly raised his hand, palm facing outward, and with a "thud," all the force dissipated. Facing the knee strike that followed, he took half a step back, his knee flying past his robes, the force of the impact crushing the pebbles at his feet into powder.
Vegeta's pupils contracted sharply.
"Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!" He went completely berserk, his arrogance surging once more, and the golden light almost materialized.