Crushing

Every word sounded as if Champa had smashed it out with all his strength.

Chen Feng raised an eyebrow slightly, a trace of surprise appearing on his face, as though he had already expected this. "You still want to fight?"

"Fight—!!!" Champa roared, his voice exploding like thunder and shaking the floating rubble around them until it rained downward.

All the divine power he had just recovered erupted at once. Purple flames surged into the sky, brighter than before—and far more chaotic.

"I am a God of Destruction! The ruler of the Sixth Universe! How could I lose... how could I lose to some unknown mortal like you?!"

Before he had even finished speaking, he transformed into a violent purple meteor and lunged forward!

His fists compressed ultimate destructive energy into two black spheres of light, carrying the force to tear through space as they blasted straight toward Chen Feng's seemingly defenseless chest—

The distance was suffocatingly close. That devastating power would strike Chen Feng the very next second.

Madness and the thrill of revenge mingled in Champa's eyes. He could practically see Chen Feng being sent flying, coughing up blood.

But he was wrong. Horribly wrong.

Faced with this ambush, powerful enough to destroy a planet in an instant, Chen Feng did not even spare him a proper glance.

At the instant the fists were about to hit him, Chen Feng lightly shifted his body aside. The movement was so small it was unbelievable, yet precise to the extreme.

Champa's fists, wrapped in terrifying energy and trailing scorching shockwaves, brushed past Chen Feng's clothes, almost grazing them without touching even a single fiber.

At that moment, Chen Feng's right hand, as if it had been waiting there all along, lightly settled on Champa's shoulder—just as Champa's all-out charge left his strength spent.

There was not the slightest sound to the motion, yet it was like a binding spell. Champa's entire body stiffened, and his forward momentum came to an abrupt halt.

"Lord Champa," Chen Feng said softly, his voice calm to the point of gentleness. Yet it was like a cold needle, instantly piercing through all of Champa's rage and defenses and stabbing deep into his soul. "I gave you a chance."

Chen Feng slowly turned his head and looked at Champa, whose frozen expression was inches away.

The tranquil gold in his eyes began to flow, like molten gold, like the core of an awakening star. Beneath that calm lay boundless majesty and despair.

Chen Feng moved.

Just as Champa had regained his footing and tried to gather his energy again, Chen Feng's figure suddenly blurred.

There was no warning, no buildup, as though his stillness from moments ago had been nothing but an illusion.

His golden aura did not gradually rise. It exploded from within him like a supernova!

Blazing light instantly engulfed the surrounding void. A violent energy hurricane swept outward from him in all directions, scattering the drifting cosmic dust and even knocking several distant small meteors off course.

Within a tenth of a second, every strand of his black hair rose and turned a brilliant gold. His emerald-green eyes burned with fighting spirit—the Super Saiyan transformation was complete in an instant.

Champa's pupils suddenly contracted. Before the shock on his face could fully form, a fist wrapped in destructive energy had already torn through space and smashed brutally into his face!

Bang—!!!

This was not the sound of an ordinary impact. It was a thunderous boom from energy violently grinding against a divine body, from the very structure of space being shaken.

Champa's entire face caved in, his features twisting as agony and impact tore through his head.

He did not even have time to cry out before his massive body was sent flying sideways like a kicked ball, tumbling through the void and leaving behind a miserable purple afterimage.

But his nightmare had only just begun.

Before he had even flown a hundred meters, before he could recover from the dizziness of that punch, golden light flashed before his eyes again.

Like a phantom, Chen Feng appeared above his flight path at a speed beyond the eye's ability to follow—right at the blind spot where Champa had no strength left.

Looking down at him with cold eyes, Chen Feng raised his right leg high. Golden aura compressed beneath his foot into a blazing white halo, and then he stomped down without mercy!

That kick fell like a meteor crashing into the earth, slamming heavily into the center of Champa's back.

Boom—!!!

Champa's body changed direction at even greater speed, like a hurled purple cannonball, and smashed straight toward a nearby grayish-brown asteroid covered in craters.

The moment he hit it, spiderweb cracks appeared across the asteroid's surface. Then, amid an ear-splitting explosion, it completely shattered!

Massive rocks broke apart into countless fragments as smoke, dust, and turbulent energy merged into a chaotic mass.

Champa's body did not stop. Carrying rubble and smoke with him, he pierced through the cloud of destruction and continued hurtling into the deeper, darker universe at terrifying speed, leaving behind only a bleak trail of broken stone and leaking energy.

Chen Feng vanished once more.

The next instant, he was right beside the Champa who was flying backward.

Not a word was spoken. There was no pause—only the most primal, most savage assault.

Fists, feet, elbows, and knees all became lethal weapons, wrapped in boiling golden aura and forming a suffocating storm of death that completely engulfed Champa.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Every strike was like the collision of stars, landing with precision on vital points such as Champa's throat, chest, waist, abdomen, and joints.

The purple clothing that represented the dignity of a God of Destruction had long since been torn to shreds, exposing horrifying bruises beneath—swelling and caving in again and again.

He tried to block, but the instant he raised an arm, it was knocked aside by an even heavier blow. He tried to gather divine power for a counterattack, but the energy was dispersed by the next strike the moment it surfaced within him.

He was like a broken ship in a storm, battered and crushed by towering waves without any power to fight back.

"Pfft—Agh!"

Purple blood, faintly shimmering, finally burst from Champa's mouth and nose, forming a string of bleakly beautiful, eerie droplets in the weightless universe.

His consciousness rapidly blurred beneath the searing pain and relentless heavy blows. His vision alternated between blood-red and golden light, while the only sounds left in his ears were the groans of his own bones and the thunderous roar of exploding energy.

Pride, fury, unwillingness... all of those emotions were smashed to pieces, bit by bit, by absolute power.

Just as Chen Feng gathered an even more terrifying strike, ready to end this battle once and for all—

"Stop!"

A cool yet urgent voice pierced through the explosive roar of energy.

It did not come from ahead, but seemed to descend directly from a higher dimension.

Immediately afterward, a soft silver radiance bloomed without warning between Chen Feng and Champa. Contained within it was the power of a stable order—not an attack, yet carrying an absolute, inviolable authority.

As the light dimmed slightly, Vados appeared.

She was no longer leisurely watching from the sidelines. Instead, she held her Angel Staff and stood across the path of Chen Feng's descending fist.

The crystal ball atop the staff emitted a resilient silver glow, forming an invisible barrier that blocked the destructive energy at Chen Feng's fist—power enough to shatter stars.

The energies surged, sending a silent ripple spreading through the void.

Chen Feng's fist stopped in midair. His knuckles remained locked against the silver glow, producing a faint hum of energy.

The golden aura around him gradually subsided, no longer so oppressive, but his emerald-green eyes remained calm and undisturbed as they turned toward the suddenly intervening Vados. His gaze was deep, revealing neither joy nor anger.

"Lady Vados," Chen Feng said. His voice carried clearly through the vacuum of space via energy vibrations, without the slightest trace of panting—only cold, steady composure. "Are you going to interfere?"