Shaking the God

When that violent energy storm gradually subsided and the dust that had blotted out the sky dispersed somewhat, everyone was stunned.

The warriors of Universe 6, and Vados, the angel watching from afar—none of them had expected to witness such a scene. Their hearts clenched as they could hardly believe their eyes.

Champa, the God of Destruction who had always stood there like a mountain, seemingly capable of withstanding any attack, had actually... taken two steps back after being struck with all the strength of that small emerald-gold figure.

Really. His fat body swayed, then he genuinely staggered back two steps!

"Crack."

The two floor tiles beneath his feet, which had only just escaped disaster, were crushed straight into powder.

The plaza fell deathly silent.

Only the emerald-gold aura around Kale continued to burn furiously, crackling and popping.

She lowered her head and stared at her palm.

A thin crack had appeared in the dark-purple, lustrous armor of destruction covering it.

Like a fracture spreading across ice, it was especially glaring beneath the radiance of circulating divine power.

Though it was no wider than a strand of hair, Champa's pupils abruptly contracted. The shock that flashed through the depths of his golden irises could no longer be concealed.

A mortal... a Saiyan girl had actually shaken a God of Destruction's armor?

"Interesting."

Champa bared his stark white teeth in a grin, but there was no warmth in it. Only the fury of being offended burned in his eyes. "But that's all it is."

Before his words had even faded, he moved.

There was no charge-up, no warning—just the most direct motion. He twisted his waist and drove his shoulder forward, his right fist blasting toward Kale's abdomen like a purple bolt of lightning tearing through space.

The air exploded from the pressure, and even the light warped where his fist passed.

Kale had no time to raise her arms in defense. She only felt a force of destruction slam viciously into her body.

It was not merely pain. In that instant, it felt as though all her organs were about to be shattered, leaving her utterly breathless.

"Urgh!"

She let out a muffled grunt, her body arching uncontrollably like a snapped shrimp.

Blood seeped from between her clenched teeth and ran down the corner of her mouth, gathering beneath her chin in dark red droplets.

The stone slabs beneath her feet exploded with a boom, spiderweb cracks spreading wildly outward from where she stood.

Yet she held her ground by sheer force—her knees did not buckle, nor did her heels retreat.

Her two feet, wreathed in golden-green aura, plowed two deep trenches through the rubble as they nailed themselves firmly to the ground.

She raised her head.

Her face was covered in blood, yet amid the raging aura, there was no pain in her eyes—only the savage ferocity of a beast.

Almost at the exact moment she took the punch, her left elbow had already swung up like a warhammer, carrying a shrieking gust as it smashed toward Champa's temple!

Immediately afterward, her right knee shot upward like a cannonball toward his chin!

Champa's head was knocked sharply to the side by the elbow strike, several strands of purple hair flying in the fierce wind.

For the first time, genuine shock appeared in his eyes—not because he had been hurt, but because this girl had taken a punch carrying seventy percent of his strength and still launched such a vicious counterattack!

The instant his chin was struck by her knee, a dull impact rang out.

Though the divine power protecting his body had dispersed most of the force, that pure, savage impact still made him take half a step back.

His shoe scraped against the ground with an ear-piercing sound.

"This crazy woman..."

Champa forced the words out through clenched teeth, his voice carrying the irritation of having been shaken by an ant.

Kale gave him no chance to catch his breath.

A low roar rose from her throat like that of a wounded beast, and her entire body transformed into a golden-green tempest as she pounced.

Her fists no longer looked like fists, but like an unending meteor shower. Every strike was simple, direct, brutal, and without any flourish—holding only the resolve to crush everything.

Golden aura boiled around her body, and every punch and kick she threw became a roaring torrent of energy.

With every step she took, another deep crater appeared in the plaza. Whenever a punch missed, the escaping force sliced through the air like an invisible sickle, shearing off the eaves of distant palaces.

Champa was forced to fight back.

His movements remained elegant and swift, his footwork as elusive as a phantom. His blocks with fists and palms carried the rhythm forged through countless battles.

In speed and technique, he still overwhelmingly suppressed this berserker-like girl.

But Kale's physique far exceeded his imagination—her seemingly slender body was practically a monster born for battle.

When his fist smashed into her shoulder, he could hear the dull sound of her bones bearing the crushing pressure, yet she merely swayed before returning an even heavier elbow strike. His palm blade struck her side with enough force to slice through alloy, but it only left a red mark on her skin that quickly faded, while her knee had already slammed into his chest.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The sounds of flesh colliding came as densely as pounding war drums, each strike heavier than the last.

The two figures crossed paths madly across the plaza, moving so fast that trails of afterimages followed behind them.

Golden-green auras and purple divine power collided, tangled, and exploded without pause, turning everything within several hundred meters into a storm of destruction.

The ground had long since become unrecognizable. Massive stone slabs were ripped whole from the earth, only to be pulverized by the aftershock the next second.

Bottomless ravines stretched in all directions like wounds carved into the land.

The surrounding palace complex groaned beneath the shockwaves. Walls cracked, pillars tilted, and every ornate stained-glass window shattered, fragments swirling through the air like rain.

At some point, the sky had changed. Dark clouds hung low, lightning writhed through them, and thunder rolled continuously, as though the entire planet were trembling for this battle.

In the distance, Cabba and Caulifla could barely shield themselves with their ki and keep their footing in the violent wind.

They stared at the two wildly colliding masses of light at the center of the battlefield, their eyes filled with shock and bewilderment.

"Kale... when did she... become this strong?"

Caulifla muttered, her voice torn into fragments by the battle's thunderous roar.

Looking at the figure trading injuries with the God of Destruction and refusing to retreat even in a desperate fight, she could barely recognize the shy, timid little sister from her memories.

Cabba did not answer. He only clenched his fists tightly.

He knew that Kale had been training in the deep mountains of Universe 7, and that the legendary berserk power of a Super Saiyan slumbered within her. But he had never imagined that this power could reach such heights—facing a God of Destruction head-on, she had actually held her ground through dozens of exchanges in pure hand-to-hand combat without being defeated!

But the boundary between gods and mortals could not ultimately be crossed through willpower alone.

After taking dozens of Kale's storm-like heavy punches head-on, the mockery in Champa's eyes vanished completely.

He had thoroughly grasped the girl's fighting rhythm—she charged forward without hesitation, never retreated, and relied entirely on her instinctive ferocity and monstrous body to endure.

He deflected a straight punch and leaned back slightly, seemingly exposing an opening in his chest because of the movement.

Kale's golden-green pupils suddenly lit up, like a beast catching the scent of blood.

A hoarse roar burst from her throat, and her aura surged explosively.

She drew both fists back to her waist like two heavy cannons loaded with fury, then blasted them toward Champa's exposed chest!

She poured all her strength and momentum into this strike. Before her fists even arrived, the air ahead had already been compressed into visible, transparent shockwaves.

But at the very instant her fists were about to hit that purple armor—Champa moved.

His leaning body slipped aside like a phantom. Missing by a hair, those mountain-shattering fists swept past his side.

The violent gust from her punches tore a long gash through his cape, but did not harm him.

And in that lightning-fast instant, his hands had already clamped around Kale's wrists like iron pincers!

"!"

Kale's pupils shrank sharply to pinpoints.

She instinctively strained to break free, her muscles tensing and her aura surging wildly, but those hands seemed welded to her wrist bones, utterly unmoving.

The God of Destruction's power passed through his palms—cold, heavy, and impossible to resist—crushing all of her berserk energy firmly back inside her body.

Time seemed to freeze for an instant.

Champa slowly raised his head, his purple eyes meeting her pupils blazing with golden-green fire.

His voice lowered, every word carrying a danger that chilled one to the bone. "Had enough?"