True Power

That sense of oppression was truly chilling.

It was as cold as a blade, its power so great it almost distorted reality, and it engulfed the entire area in an instant like a tidal wave.

Vegeta's heart pounded, and his throat tightened.

He wasn't inexperienced; he'd seen it all. But this monster before him... this guy was no ordinary enemy.

He is a nightmare cobbled together from man-made technology and hellish energy; his mere existence sends chills down your spine.

Super 17 slowly, almost as if deliberately stalling for time, turned its neck.

His dark red eyes, like Dragon Radar locking onto prey, pierced through the lingering energy dust and stared intently at Vegeta.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, but it wasn't a smile.

His expression contained not a trace of human emotion, only a cold, almost perverse appreciation—an appreciation for destruction and conquest, chilling and eerie.

"Vegeta..." The voice rang out, completely different from the previous Android 17.

It carried a low, metallic groan, mixed with a hoarse, energetic vibration.

Each word felt like a hammer blow, striking my eardrums and heart.

"Let me show you something..." He slowly raised one hand, his five fingers spread open and then gently closed.

The air seemed to be crushed by an invisible hand, and a ball of dark red electricity instantly gathered in the palm of the hand, crackling loudly.

"... this true power that transcends everything."

As soon as he finished speaking, Super 17 vanished as if he had evaporated into thin air.

This is not ordinary high-speed movement; there is no afterimage at all, and the speed is beyond human comprehension.

He directly defied the laws of physics— Instant Transmission, leaving the air too late to fill the vacuum he created after he disappeared.

Only a subtle ring of distorted light remained, rippled in place.

There was no trace of him, as if he had never been standing there.

Vegeta's muscles tensed instantly, his fighting instincts kicked in, and he frantically searched like Dragon Radar.

His pupils contracted to the size of a pinhead—he caught it!

There was some movement in the space to the left, an almost imperceptible energy disturbance, cold, mechanical, and pure killing intent.

He twisted his body abruptly, his right arm stretched across his front, muscles bulging, and golden flames instantly enveloped his arm like living armor.

"Bang--!!!"

A muffled thud exploded in the air, making my heart skip a beat.

Super 17's fist, like a black meteor, slammed into Vegeta's arm from the void.

At the moment of collision, the golden Super Saiyan aura and the black aura of Super 17 that devoured light collided, the incandescent light so dazzling it was blinding.

The shockwave, mixed with golden arcs of electricity and black debris, spread out in a spherical shape, plowing open the already riddled ground once more. The rubble was crushed into powder and shot out like raindrops.

Vegeta groaned, his feet sinking deep into the ground. His body was dragged backward by that savage force, the soles of his shoes scraping against the rocks with a sharp, grating sound, leaving two deep furrows several meters long in the ground.

Before the dust had even settled, Super 17 had already revealed himself, still in a punching stance, slowly retracting his arm.

His face, a composite of metal and biochemical tissue, had a barely perceptible smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

His voice was calm, yet tinged with a cat-and-mouse playfulness. "Reaction nerve calibration... not bad. You were actually able to anticipate and block that attack."

Vegeta shook his numb arm, but the golden aura only intensified, erupting like a raging fire.

A wild and arrogant smile curled at the corner of his lips, his crimson pupils fixed on the other man. "Hmph, child's play. Is this all the skill you brought back from hell? It's laughable!"

Before the words had even faded, his aura surged like a volcanic eruption.

The golden flames began to boil, with crimson arcs of electricity leaping and exploding within them.

The ground beneath their feet could not withstand such energy, and large sections collapsed and cracked.

His right fist was clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and the muscles along his entire arm, including the right side of his body, bulged out.

Golden light converged and compressed into his fist like a madman, as if he were holding a small star about to explode.

This is not just power, it's Super Saiyan 4 – the ultimate fusion of wildness and pride!

"Stop spouting nonsense!"

Vegeta roared and charged forward, his body transforming into a golden lightning bolt, leaving a long trail of light.

His right fist tore through the air, carrying the force to shatter mountains and dry up lakes, and slammed straight into Super 17's seemingly unprotected chest.

Wherever the fist passed, the air was compressed to the extreme, and shockwaves of milky white waves could be seen with the naked eye.

Faced with an attack that would terrify even ordinary strongmen, Super 17 remained completely unmoved.

He didn't even assume a defensive stance; only when his fist was almost touching his chest did he casually raise his left hand.

"Smack!"

A crisp, startling sound.

Super 17 spread his five fingers wide, like alloy pincers, and firmly gripped Vegeta's dazzling fist.

The golden energy struck his palm, but it vanished like a stone thrown into the sea, only causing a few black sparks to fly before being completely swallowed up and dissipated.

There was no explosion, only a faint ripple of energy spreading outwards.

Vegeta's smile froze, turning into incredulous astonishment.

He stared intently at his fist—it was gripped by the other's hand, making it impossible for him to move an inch.

He could clearly feel that the power capable of destroying a planet was being rapidly drawn away and neutralized by something strange in Super 17's palm.

"What...?!"

The sound that escaped through his teeth was filled with shock.

This is his full-power attack after transforming into Super Saiyan 4!

It was just taken so lightly?

"Peak energy output recorded." Super 17's voice was as calm as a weather report, its electronic eyes flashing with data.

"Your strength is indeed greater than that of the vast majority of samples in the database. But—" His tone shifted, his right hand clenched, and the metal on his arm emitted a faint hydraulic sound, "It's still far from enough."

"Call out--!"

His right fist swung out suddenly, so fast that it was just a blurry black shadow.

Shocked, Vegeta instinctively leaned back and dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the punch.

But the force of the punch was like a razor, grazing his red-haired shoulder.

"Sizzle--!"

The Super Saiyan 4's body defenses were directly torn through, leaving a thin, long bloodstain. Several drops of blood splattered, particularly glaring under the golden flames.

"Dodge rate exceeds baseline expectations." Super 17 spoke as if giving a lab report, his voice devoid of any emotion.

But it's still not enough.

The next second, Super 17 moved.

He was no longer just a teleporter or a straight puncher; he had become a machine designed purely for killing.

The attack came like a sudden storm!

Fists, feet, elbows, knees, shoulders, headbutts... every part of his body became a deadly weapon.

The moves were completely unpredictable, with tricky angles and a frequency so high it was breathtaking.

Before the afterimage of the previous attack had faded, the next attack was already upon us.

A black trail wove a web of death in the air, trapping Vegeta firmly.

"Bang! Bang! Thud! Sizzle--!"

Vegeta gritted his teeth, growling as he pushed his speed to the limit, weaving and dodging in the confined space, his arms flashing out a golden curtain of light as he desperately defended himself.

Each collision produced a deafening clang of metal against metal and sparks of energy flying everywhere.