Star-Shattering Strike

There was no dazzling light, no chaotic surge of energy.

Only the purest, most extreme force erupted violently from that single point of contact, like floodwaters bursting through a dam—utterly unstoppable.

This was what it looked like when Ultra Instinct was pushed to its peak: power enough to shake the galaxy, compressed entirely into the fingertips, then poured in all at once.

"Urgh—!"

Champa only had time to let out a muffled groan.

He felt as though he had not been struck in the chest by a hand, but rammed head-on by a neutron star hurtling at high speed! The force was indescribable, flooding into his body like a raging torrent. His God of Destruction energy shattered in an instant, and his ribs—harder than metal—let out piercing creaks as countless bones broke.

His internal organs felt as if an invisible hand had seized them, crushed them, and wrenched them out of place.

His body went out of control. He became a cannonball fired from a colossal cannon, shooting violently backward.

The view before his eyes stretched, blurred, and warped in an instant, leaving only chaotic patches of color racing backward.

He could no longer tell which way was which. He only knew that he was smashing through floating meteors one after another at a terrifying speed. Those impossibly hard rocks crumbled like foam before him.

He had no idea how far he had flown when a grayish-brown asteroid suddenly appeared at the edge of his vision, hanging silently in its orbit. It had to be dozens of kilometers across.

The next second, his back slammed into it.

BOOM—!!!

The deafening blast became an energy wave in the vacuum, spreading outward wildly.

That asteroid could not slow Champa down in the slightest.

The instant he hit it, a massive circular crater exploded across its surface. Countless cracks spread madly like a spiderweb, reaching across the entire asteroid.

Then, its internal structure gave way. It collapsed from within, and amid blinding fire, erupting dust, and lava, the entire asteroid shattered completely into countless fragments.

Champa shot straight through the center of the explosion and continued flying backward, leaving only a chaotic, lengthy trail behind him. Rocks and dust tore open a bleeding wound across the universe.

It was not over.

Another one.

BOOM—!

A larger asteroid instantly exploded in Champa's path, billions of fragments shooting in every direction.

The fragments streaked through the silent universe in brief flashes of light, like soundless fireworks.

But Champa did not stop. He crashed straight through them all, like an out-of-control black comet.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

Seven asteroids in a row—each larger than the last—turned to dust the instant they touched Champa's body.

Shockwaves rippled through the vacuum in visible rings, while shattered rocks swept out like a torrential downpour.

Every impact slowed him a little, and the black aura around him shook wildly. Yet that force was simply too ferocious—after seven consecutive collisions, he still did not stop. A tail of debris and dust trailed behind him, and his speed remained terrifying.

Just as he was about to fly out of the asteroid belt—

A silver flash streaked past.

Before Champa could steady himself, Chen Feng had already appeared directly above him.

Silver radiance poured down from Chen Feng like a waterfall, outlining him in a sacred silhouette against the pitch-black universe.

His long hair drifted slightly in the flow of energy, his gaze unfathomably deep, as though nothing in existence could disturb him.

"This kick is for Cabba."

The moment he finished speaking, Chen Feng brought his foot down.

The movement looked slow, but in truth, it was so fast that there was no time to react.

Solid silver light wrapped around his foot. Wherever it passed, space twisted slightly, rippling like water.

The kick struck Champa squarely in the abdomen—

THUD!

It was like a dull boom from the depths of the universe.

Champa's body caved in sharply, his abdomen collapsing deep inward as his eyes nearly bulged from the agony.

The next instant, his flight path was forcibly redirected into a vertical plunge. Like a thrown spear, he shot straight toward the massive planet below.

It was a gaseous giant, gleaming like a sapphire in the starry sky, patterned with swirling vortices.

Its diameter exceeded a hundred thousand kilometers, its surface covered by hundreds of kilometers of dense atmosphere. Endless storms raged within its clouds, their cyclones spanning thousands of kilometers.

Champa began to fall.

He first struck the thin outer atmosphere, and the friction ignited the first faint glimmer of light.

He fell faster and faster, and the light grew increasingly blinding—he became a burning meteor, trailing a flame tail hundreds of kilometers long and dyeing the sky orange-red.

Flames enveloped his entire body, and the intense heat ionized the surrounding atmosphere, forming a brilliant band of plasma light.

He pierced through the stratosphere and plunged into the raging storms of the troposphere.

Rumble—!

A thunderous boom exploded between heaven and earth.

Champa's body tore through the thick ammonia-ice clouds, shattered the floating ocean of liquid hydrogen, and carved a vacuum channel through the violent cyclones.

His speed continued to skyrocket, until the flames around him began to turn white, until friction made his body blaze with a dazzling white light—this was not divine power, but pure high-temperature radiation capable of vaporizing metal directly.

The gaseous planet's structure unfolded layer by layer before his eyes: an upper layer of mixed hydrogen and helium gases, a middle ocean of liquid metallic hydrogen, and lower strata of solid hydrogen under immense pressure...

Champa tore through every single one.

At last, he charged straight into the planet's core.

It was a solid sphere nearly ten thousand kilometers in diameter, composed of extremely compressed metallic hydrogen and high-temperature rock. Its surface temperature exceeded ten thousand degrees Celsius, emitting a dim crimson glow in the darkness.

Champa slammed into the core like a nail driven down with brutal force—

Boom—!!!!!!!!!!

At the moment of impact, the energy erupted completely.

A crater more than five hundred kilometers wide was blasted into the solid core's surface, reaching a depth of one thousand kilometers.

The shockwave spread madly from the impact point. It first shattered hundreds of kilometers of surface rock, then surged upward, making the entire planet's interior begin to quake.

The planet was trembling.

On the surface—if that churning sea of clouds could even be called a surface—an unprecedented storm rose.

Every cyclone was instantly thrown into chaos and reshaped. The cloud layers were ripped open into a massive hole nearly ten thousand kilometers across, while the walls of cloud at its edges rolled outward at several kilometers per second.

Through the opening, one could see the glowing ocean of magma below—the metallic hydrogen layer activated by the shockwave. At that moment, it erupted with scorching jets thousands of kilometers high, dyeing the entire cloud hollow a molten golden-red.

And at the deepest point of the impact crater—

Rubble slowly slid down.

A cracked hand reached out from the ruins and pushed aside the chunks of metallic hydrogen crushing it.

Champa painfully crawled out of the deep crater and dropped to one knee on the scorching rock.

He was covered in wounds. His battle suit had been torn beyond recognition, while his exposed skin was covered in burns and gashes. Purple blood continuously flowed from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the rock with a sizzling sound.

The black aura had weakened to little more than a dying candle in the wind. The once-savage black markings had also become dim and blurry, and his swollen muscles had all shrunk back down.

He panted violently, every breath bringing searing pain. His chest heaved like a broken bellows.

Slowly, he raised his head and looked through the enormous hole in the clouds toward the starry sky.

Chen Feng was floating outside the atmosphere.

Silver radiance flowed around him like living water, sometimes gathering into delicate patterns, sometimes scattering into specks of starlight.

With his back to the star, light streamed out from behind him, refracting through the thin atmosphere to form a sacred halo.

He simply floated there in silence, looking down at the tiny figure on the planet. There was no killing intent in his eyes, no anger—only an unfathomable calm.

One punch remained.