The Destroyer God's Foundation

Champa's assault was like a raging storm.

Every strike targeted vital points, so fast that the mind could barely keep up.

But Chen Feng? He was like a leaf drifting in the eye of a storm. No matter how violent the tempest outside became, he weaved through it lightly, every movement unbelievably precise.

Those lethal gusts from Champa's fists swept past him, yet never touched him.

But this time, Chen Feng sensed something different.

Champa was no longer relying solely on brute force and speed.

Every punch and kick had been precisely calculated, concealing seasoned predictions.

His fists and feet always held something in reserve, feints hiding killing intent. His attacks came wave after wave without pause, like crashing tides—and even more like a chess game, every move carefully planned.

Champa had lived for millions of years. He had witnessed countless battles and fought more powerful opponents than he could count.

The experience he had accumulated was the essence refined by time. That depth of foundation was simply not something Chen Feng could compare to.

Even if he was slightly weaker in raw power, those skills honed to the extreme, that battlefield instinct nearly turned into second nature, and his grasp of the enemy's and his own situation—those were what made a God of Destruction truly terrifying.

The combat experience of a God of Destruction... A flash of realization crossed Chen Feng's mind. So it really isn't just talk.

Before the thought had fully formed, Champa's hook whistled past his ear, the force of it making his eardrums ache.

Chen Feng turned with the motion, his right fingers held together like a blade. Silver light flowed around them as he silently slashed toward Champa's neck.

Champa actually had no intention of dodging. He raised his left arm to block, purple energy condensing around it until it was as hard as divine iron.

Clang—! With an explosive crash, the hand blade collided with his arm and produced the sound of metal striking metal. A shockwave spread outward like ripples.

Almost at the same time, Champa's right knee surged upward like a hidden dragon bursting from the depths, driving straight at Chen Feng's abdomen.

Chen Feng pressed down with his left hand, silver light flickering from his palm as he forcibly blocked the blow.

But Champa's true killing move had only just revealed itself—his left fist had long been lying in wait, shooting out from Chen Feng's blind spot toward his temple!

Chen Feng could only flash away and drift backward.

Champa gave him no chance to catch his breath, immediately pressing in with a savage close-range assault. His fists turned into two purple storms, hammering down in a relentless barrage! Every punch was wrapped in dense destructive energy. Wherever the force struck, space cracked like fragile glass, splitting into spiderweb fractures as purple-black embers of energy trailed countless paths through the air.

Those paths intertwined and coiled together, eventually weaving into an ever-tightening net of destruction in the void, almost without a gap.

Chen Feng was like a swimming fish, dodging and weaving through that net of death.

He entered the state of Ultra Instinct, his body automatically finding the safest and least taxing routes as it moved through gaps between fist winds and energy.

But Champa's assault grew faster and faster, and the net tightened further. The space Chen Feng had to maneuver was rapidly being compressed.

Interesting. Chen Feng only grew calmer, and even felt a long-lost thrill rise within him.

His body had already slipped free of conscious control, responding entirely on instinct, while his mind hovered above the battlefield, calmly catching every detail—the flow of energy, the tremors in space, the subtle changes in Champa's muscles, even the fleeting killing intent in his pupils.

Within that seemingly flawless net of destruction, Ultra Instinct's perception marked countless "paths to survival" for him—momentary weak points where energies crossed, tiny gaps inevitably left behind when attacks shifted.

Like a fish, he darted nimbly through those openings, escaping every time at the very last moment.

In the void of the universe, the two engaged in close-quarters combat beyond ordinary imagination.

Fist shadows and sweeping kicks intertwined into a blurred halo of light. Every collision erupted with brilliance as blinding as the birth of a star, while the muffled booms sounded like roaring stellar cores.

Terrifying blasts of air exploded outward in rings from their center, becoming destructive ripples that swept across the surroundings.

The nearby stars trembled violently, their starlight twisting, while the surfaces of several small planets directly shattered into dust.

Even the closest massive star was not spared. Its surface was churned into chaos by the shockwaves, as hundreds of crimson and golden solar prominences surged skyward like enraged dragons, spewing plasma flames for tens of thousands of kilometers and dyeing half the universe blood-red.

The longer Champa fought, the more shaken he became.

He had already pushed his God of Destruction battle form to its limit. Every strike was delivered with all his strength, enough to instantly reduce a planet to cosmic dust.

Yet Chen Feng was still handling it with ease.

That slender figure seemed to possess neither weight nor inertia. Under his ferocious assault, Chen Feng dodged like a phantom, always slipping into the gaps between the flow of power. Every seemingly casual counterattack struck precisely where it hurt Champa most.

What chilled Champa most was this—Chen Feng had not even "transformed" yet! In his normal state, with only incomplete Ultra Instinct, he had already forced him to this point.

"Why..." Champa clenched his teeth so hard that the taste of blood seeped into his mouth. His voice was mixed with rage, unwillingness, and a barely perceptible fear. "Why are you so strong?!"

Chen Feng tilted slightly to the side and lightly tapped the void with his toes. His entire body drifted backward like a feather, narrowly avoiding Champa's fiercest fist wind.

"Arrogant!" Champa roared like thunder, the muscles all over his body abruptly tensing as purple-black energy erupted and coiled around his arms.

He no longer held back. Drawing both fists to his waist, he then launched them forward together with the force of mountains collapsing and seas overturning.

This time, the destructive energy did not scatter. Instead, it gathered, collided, and compressed madly within arm's reach of Chen Feng.

Space let out a pained wail as a deep-purple sphere of light, less than ten centimeters across, was born amid the turbulent energy.

It floated silently, arc-like patterns flowing across its surface, while within it was compressed a terrifying power capable of completely disintegrating a star.

The scenery around the sphere warped from the overwhelming density of energy, and even light seemed to be drawn into it.

A fierce glint flashed through Champa's eyes. He thrust both palms forward and savagely drove that sphere of light, compressed to its absolute limit, toward Chen Feng—detonating it at virtually point-blank range.

BOOM—!!!

This was not sound, but space itself trembling.

The purple sphere of light instantly expanded, swallowing everything within tens of thousands of kilometers.

The light was absurdly intense. Even those far away on Planet Sadala froze—the night sky had suddenly gained a bizarre, majestic purple sun. Its radiance eclipsed the star itself, dyeing the land violet-white.

The animals across the planet were terrified into prostration. Cold sweat poured from the warriors, as though even their souls were trembling.

The scene at the heart of the explosion was even more horrifying.

Purple energy surged outward like a raging tide, while space shattered like glass, revealing chaotic nothingness.

The flow of time was thrown completely into disorder. Light was dragged and swallowed, forming a fleeting yet real "event horizon"—a miniature black hole sustained by pure destructive force, madly devouring all matter and energy.

Champa's chest heaved violently, his breaths becoming invisible ripples in the vacuum.

He stared fixedly at the heart of the purple storm still tearing through the universe, his arm trembling slightly from the energy backlash.

Then he saw it.

As the churning destructive energy gradually receded, Chen Feng's figure emerged.

He stood there quietly. Not even the hem of his clothes had been stirred.