Absolute Suppression

The golden figure transformed into a dazzling streak of light, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of heavy punches, whip kicks, elbow strikes, and knee strikes rained down from all directions, overwhelming everything.

Fists overlapped, kicks wove a dense net, golden light and sharp whistling sounds filled the entire space, like a destructive net, threatening to completely engulf and tear the figure in the center to shreds.

But Qi Heng remained standing there, like a leaf in a storm—no, actually even calmer than a leaf.

He didn't move an inch; his body swayed only slightly, the movement so subtle that almost no one could detect it.

Sometimes lean back a little, sometimes veer an inch to the left, and sometimes shift half a finger to the right.

Vegeta were always just a hair's breadth off; his punches barely grazed his forehead, his kicks swept past his ribs, and his elbows almost brushed against his shoulders.

Amidst this impenetrable offensive, Qi Heng glanced down at his cuffs, which were spotless.

It was always just a tiny difference, but that made all the difference.

"Too slow."

Qi Heng's voice suddenly rang out, as calm as a deep pool in the mountains.

Amidst the continuous explosions and howling wind, his voice remained clear and distinct.

He looked up at the frantically flashing golden figure before him, his gaze indifferent.

"Your speed is indeed faster than Son Goku's," he said, his right hand already at his side, fingers loosely clenched into a fist, "But your strength... is still three points less."

As soon as he finished speaking, he threw a punch.

This punch was calm, without a whooshing sound, without any explosive force.

It's a very ordinary, direct forward punch, with a trajectory as simple as a beginner's straight punch.

Vegeta's pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints.

He discovered that no matter how he retreated, dodged, or blocked, all paths were blocked the moment the punch was thrown.

It was as if Qi Heng's fist was already waiting in his path before he even threw it.

This is no longer a contest of speed or strength... it's absolute control.

"Bang--!"

The impact wasn't loud, but it was so deep it sent chills down your spine.

Qi Heng's fist landed solidly on Vegeta's abdomen.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

Vegeta's ferocious expression froze, his eyes bulged, and even his open mouth couldn't utter a scream.

He felt an indescribable force explode within him, not outwards, but from the inside out, crushing him.

"Ugh...!"

He bent over like a shrimp, and the next second, as if hit by a main cannon, he flew backward as a blurry afterimage.

"Boom!"

He first crashed through the five-meter-high alloy wall of the Capsule Corporation, the bricks and steel bars exploding like paper.

Before he could stop, his body slammed into the ground again, carving a furrow several tens of meters long and half a meter deep into the hard, composite street.

Finally, with a loud "bang," he crashed heavily into a huge landscape rock in the distance. The entire rock instantly cracked, and the center caved in deeply, embedding him inside.

Smoke and dust rose like a mushroom cloud, slowly spreading and enveloping the ruins.

Gravel fell down with a soft, pattering sound.

In the world, only the sound of the wind remained.

Vegeta pushed himself up from the pile of rubble, the rubble crunching beneath him.

His red fur trembled slightly in the wind, and the golden flames were still burning, but not as intensely as before.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth; the bright red stood out starkly against the dust.

Vegeta's eyes changed; his pupils contracted, and there was no longer the anger he usually showed, only a shock so deep it almost suffocated him.

"This... this is impossible..." he muttered to himself, his voice trembling slightly. "I'm already Super Saiyan 4... this should be my limit... why..."

As the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, Qi Heng's figure gradually became clear.

He walked across the pebbles, his steps as steady as if he were walking on a calm lake.

Qi Heng's golden eyes gleamed faintly in the dim light as his gaze calmly fell upon Vegeta, as if he were looking at a long-lost object.

"So what?" Qi Heng's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced through the wind.

"Super Saiyan 4 is just the beginning, never the end."

Vegeta gritted his teeth, and his golden aura surged again, sending rubble flying.

Qi Heng merely raised his eyelids slightly, without even twitching the hem of his clothes.

"Your power is probably around fifteen trillion," Qi Heng said calmly, as if he were talking about the weather.

"It's a bit better than Son Goku's first transformation, but not by much."

"Fifteen trillion?" Vegeta frowned, veins throbbing on his forehead. "And yours? How many do you actually have?"

Qi Heng ignored him, simply turning his back to Vegeta with an open and generous air.

His movements were excessively casual, yet they exuded an arrogance—even if you attack with all your might now, you can't hurt me.

"Come find me again when you break through the twenty trillion mark." Qi Heng's voice drifted on the wind.

The next second, his figure faded away.

It wasn't an explosive teleportation, nor a high-speed afterimage, but rather like erased pencil marks, fading away little by little until the person completely disappeared into thin air.

Only a slight distortion in the air remained, enough to tell that someone had been standing there.

Vegeta remained standing there, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

His fingernails dug into his palm, and blood dripped from between his fingers onto the gravel.

His body was trembling, not from fear or exhaustion, but from a mixture of humiliation, resentment, and anger that felt like it was about to burst his chest.

"Bastard..." he gritted his teeth, his voice filled with bloodlust, "I will definitely surpass you... I definitely...!"

He suddenly looked up and roared at the sky.

Golden flames shot into the sky, swirling the pebbles into a flurry of dust that eventually turned to ash in mid-air.

But his roar only echoed among the ruins, eventually being blown away by the wind, without any response.

Only the broken building ruins in the distance still stand silently, like silent tombstones, witnessing this brief but utter devastation.

Hell.

Darkness, coldness, and deathly silence—these are the most immediate impressions of hell.

There was no sunlight, no warmth, only endless darkness and bone-chilling cold.

The air was thick with the smell of decay, like a corner forgotten by time.

In the distance, one can vaguely see twisted mountain ranges, like the spine of a giant beast piercing the gray sky.

The ground beneath my feet was cracked, dry like a tortoise shell, with occasional glimmers of dark red light seeping from the cracks, like the earth bleeding.

But today, hell is no longer silent.

Two figures stood on the desolate land, in front of a huge machine.

The machine's surface was covered with complex circuits and flashing indicator lights. In the center was a transparent culture chamber, inside which lay a blond young man.

The machine's roar was deep and drawn-out, like the heartbeat of some monster, making the air feel tight.

The indicator light flickered, casting shadows on the two doctors' faces and making their expressions appear even stranger.

Dr. Gero, Dr. Myuu.

"Finally finished." Dr. Gero's voice carried a hint of pride as he stretched out his withered hand and gently touched the control panel, as if caressing a work of art.

"Hell Fighter 17... my masterpiece."

Dr. Myuu crossed his arms, his dark red eyes fixed on the figure inside the incubation chamber, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips, "Are you sure he can control Human Android 17?"

"Certainly."