Void Confrontation

Champa stared fixedly at Chen Feng.

He looked at the faint smile at the corner of Chen Feng's lips, his black hair drifting lightly through the void. His eyes were as calm as an ancient well, yet they seemed to hold the rise and fall of entire ages across the cosmos.

Cosmic dust drifted slowly around them, while Planet Sadala glowed with a soft blue-green radiance in the distance. Yet beneath that stillness, something invisible in the void between the two of them gradually tightened.

"You..." Champa opened his mouth, but it felt as though his throat had been blocked. Only a hoarse syllable escaped.

His pupils contracted slightly, reflecting Chen Feng's calm, almost eerie figure—standing there in the void without the slightest fluctuation of energy, as if he were the axis of the entire universe.

Champa's right hand remained extended in midair, his five fingers spread stiffly apart.

In his palm, the purple energy sphere that had originally been over a thousand meters in diameter and could easily destroy several galaxies was undergoing a change he simply could not believe.

The outer layer of the energy sphere seemed to be enclosed by an invisible force field, slowly yet absolutely contracting inward.

Purple lightning raced wildly across its surface, producing faint sizzling sounds, yet it could not break through that invisible barrier no matter what.

"This... is impossible..." Champa gritted his teeth, the veins on his forehead bulging.

He desperately poured all his divine power into the energy sphere once more. Purple aura erupted from his body like a volcano, sending distorted ripples through the vacuum.

Yet no matter how he drove his power, the energy sphere continued to shrink—not dispersing, but being forcibly compressed by some higher-level power.

He could clearly feel his connection to the energy sphere being severed bit by bit.

It felt as though someone were using the sharpest scalpel to precisely strip away his control over the energy of destruction.

Vados floated quietly some distance away, her staff tilted slightly.

Her usually languid eyes were now locked firmly on Chen Feng.

Over hundreds of millions of years, she had witnessed the rise and fall of countless civilizations, the ascent and demise of powerful beings, and even seen Gods of Destruction from other universes unleash their full strength with her own eyes.

Yet never before had she felt such an unfamiliar tremor rise from the depths of her soul.

She looked at Chen Feng—a seemingly ordinary Saiyan in simple battle attire, his black hair gently drifting through the vacuum as though the universe had a wind that blew for him alone.

His expression was utterly calm, so calm that he did not look like someone who had just effortlessly suppressed a God of Destruction.

It was neither feigned composure nor arrogance. It was more like an indifference born of taking it for granted.

Vados tried her best to analyze him.

She activated an Angel's sensory abilities, and a faint glow surfaced within the crystal ball atop her staff.

But all that returned was nothingness—not because he was too powerful to measure, but because the concept of being "measurable" simply did not apply to him.

It was like trying to use a ruler to measure the starry sky, or a scale to weigh time.

She had long since given up trying to sense him through his aura. It was utterly meaningless.

What confused her most now was something deeper: what exactly was this being?

A Saiyan? How could a Saiyan remain so calm in the vacuum of space without even the most basic protection?

A mutant? But no matter how much one mutated, there should still be a source of power, an energy framework.

Yet Chen Feng had nothing.

He seemed like a law, a concept—his very existence was existence itself.

Vados gently tightened her grip on her staff.

This feeling of "not knowing" made her deeply uneasy.

For an Angel, such a situation was truly rare.

Just as her thoughts churned, the scene had already reached its end.

The purple energy sphere, once as massive as a small asteroid, had now been compressed to the size of a fist.

It was no longer violent or flickering. Instead, it had become an incomparably dense dot of purple light, like the core of a dying star deep in the universe.

Its surface was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting Champa's face filled with shock.

Chen Feng finally moved.

He slowly raised his right hand and lightly tapped with his index finger.

There was no burst of light, no energy storm.

The purple dot of light, which contained all of Champa's power and was enough to destroy vast stretches of galaxies, quietly dimmed.

Like blowing out a lamp, like pinching out a spark.

One second, it was still there, its aura enough to make one's heart tremble; the next, it had vanished completely, without leaving behind even a trace of residual energy.

The vacuum returned to silence.

True, absolute silence.

Champa's arm was still frozen in midair, his hand held in a half-clenched pose.

He stared blankly at his empty palm, then looked up at Chen Feng. His lips trembled, but no sound came out.

His mind was completely blank.

The understanding he had built over hundreds of millions of years cracked apart at that moment.

The power of a God of Destruction... had been erased so casually?

Chen Feng did not spare Champa another glance.

He slowly lowered his hand and clasped both hands behind his back, standing as firm as a mountain in the void.

The hem of his clothes swayed gently, as though keeping pace with some invisible rhythm of the universe.

His gaze drifted calmly over the still-stunned Champa before lingering briefly on Vados's face.

Those eyes—Vados's heart tightened.

They were not the gaze of a powerhouse, nor the pride of a victor, nor even the cold indifference of someone sizing up prey.

It was the look of someone... viewing a familiar painting.

Calm, unhurried, carrying the composure of one who had passed through countless ages.

At last, Chen Feng turned and looked toward the planet behind him.

Planet Sadala floated silently in the depths of space, its azure sphere wrapped in bands of white clouds, the outlines of its continents clearly visible beneath the sunlight.

A gentle radiance spread from the planet's surface, diffusing into a faint halo in the vacuum.

The Saiyans' homeworld was peaceful and beautiful at this moment, as though the crisis that could have destroyed it countless times had never occurred.

Chen Feng stood between the planet and the God of Destruction, his black silhouette stark beneath the starry sky.

He neither spoke nor moved. He merely gazed quietly at that blue planet, as if protecting something—or perhaps simply admiring a view where he could linger.

Behind him, Champa finally came to his senses and slowly lowered his arm. For the first time, his face held something beyond anger: utter bewilderment.

Vados still gripped her staff tightly. The faint glow in its crystal ball flickered erratically, reflecting the thoughts and shock shifting in her eyes.

The universe was silent, the stars glittering.

At that moment, the vacuum was more heart-stopping than any clamor.

Night had fallen over Planet Sadala. The star's light had long sunk beneath the distant horizon, leaving only a few solitary stars twinkling in the deep violet sky.

The lingering aftershocks of energy had yet to disperse from the training grounds. The air was thick with scorched tension, while gravel and dust slowly settled under the weak gravitational field.

Champa's massive body hovered in midair, his pinkish-purple skin giving off an unusual sheen beneath the starlight.

He had just finished announcing the terms of that match, one that concerned the fate of the universe. His thick finger still pointed at Cabba, his round face filled with irresistible authority.

The God of Destruction's energy field spread unconsciously, slightly warping space as the scattered stones on the ground began to tremble and bounce uneasily.

Just then, Chen Feng slowly emerged from the shadows of the training grounds.

His footsteps were light, nearly soundless as they fell upon the cracked ground.

His dark red battle suit looked like congealed blood beneath the starlight. His long black hair stirred in the universe's invisible currents, a few strands brushing across his calm profile.

He did not walk quickly, yet his steps carried a peculiar rhythm.

Every step seemed to land upon a node in space itself, causing even the surrounding energy fluctuations to shift their frequency.

"Lord Champa just said—" Chen Feng stopped, raised his head, and calmly looked at the God of Destruction hovering in the air.