The Taste of Rapid Growth Is Truly Addictive

Barros slowly opened his eyes. As his five fingers closed, it was as though he had crushed an invisible current of air in his palm.

His muscles and bones were like iron, his blood surged like a tide, and endless power roared through his body—he could not help but grin, unable to hide the sheer exhilaration in his eyes.

Stronger again! At this rate, even if he had yet to temper all his acupoints, his battle power was likely nearing the ten-million mark. He could challenge the realm of Super Saiyan at any time!

Before the words had even faded, three figures outside the door shot into the sealed training chamber like arrows loosed from a bow.

Strict orders had long been in place: unless the starlight bindings had dispersed, no one was permitted to enter. Xuesaiya, Xuesaili, and Palanti had all heard those orders themselves and solemnly agreed to them.

Yet at this moment, Barros was immersed in the torrent of power within him, rushing like an enraged river and stretching on like a mighty stream. He suddenly raised his gaze, his eyes flashing like lightning as they speared toward the doorway!

"Son—!" "Barros—!" "Cousin—!" The three calls nearly overlapped into one, followed immediately by their united shout: "Give us Senzu Beans already!"

Barros lifted his eyelids and rolled his eyes silently, but his hand did not move in the slightest.

A month earlier, he had given each of them only ten Senzu Beans. It was not stinginess—he simply understood that too much was as bad as too little. Saiyans were naturally gifted; every time they recovered from grievous wounds, their strength rose another level instead.

He never objected to harsh training, nor was he afraid of training to the brink of death. But relentless overexertion would only hollow out their foundations and damage their potential. The little improvement gained would never make up for the loss.

Thus, during the remaining days of their journey through space, he had not given Bardock and the others another Senzu Bean. The portions given to Xuesaiya and the others had also been calculated precisely—just enough to last thirty days.

Barros saw all this clearly.

But having tasted the benefits, Xuesaiya and Xuesaili had long since become addicted—Senzu Beans combined with the gravity chamber made their battle power soar like a rocket, fast enough to become intoxicating.

Seeing that Barros had no intention of reaching into his pocket, Palanti immediately pulled a long face. Her eyes reddened slightly, and her voice turned so soft it practically dripped with sweetness. "Cousin~ I'm just a tiny bit away from breaking four hundred thousand battle power... Can't you give me a few more?"

For a Saiyan woman who had believed in settling things with her fists since childhood, suddenly acting so coquettish was terribly out of character—Barros's heart softened, and he nearly surrendered on the spot.

But he ultimately did not relent. "You can have Senzu Beans, but not now."

Just as Palanti was about to lose heart, her ears perked up and hope lit her eyes again. "Then... when?"

Barros pondered briefly, his brow furrowing. "One month from now. Once you can truly control the power in your bodies at will and circulate it freely, each of you will receive another twenty."

A little over a month would not be enough for them to fully recover the physical and mental strength repeatedly drained from them, but Barros estimated that recovering seventy or eighty percent would be enough to set out again.

"...All right." Palanti turned away dejectedly and shuffled back to Xuesaili's side.

Xuesaiya and Xuesaili lowered their eyes at the same time, their expressions dimming.

The sensation of growing stronger so quickly was simply too addictive—more exhilarating even than a thoroughly satisfying battle.

Honestly, they had become a little hooked.

At that moment, as Barros looked at the three of them, a sharp gleam suddenly flashed through his eyes.

In the Dragon Ball World, there was more than one path to becoming stronger.

At least three methods could allow Xuesaiya and the others to approach ten million battle power in a short time, perhaps even cross the threshold into Super Saiyan in one leap.

His pupils contracted slightly. After pondering for a moment, he finally suppressed the thought.

Once he had completely condensed all seventy-two Earthly Fiend acupoints, he would personally retrieve that crucial item capable of producing Super Saiyans in batches—then, combined with Senzu Beans, he would forge a true squad of super warriors with his own hands!

Five years passed in the blink of an eye.

All seventy-two Earthly Fiend acupoints had been opened!

The instant he succeeded, the entire Divine Martial Battle Star seemed to be clenched by an invisible giant hand. A pressure sharp as blades and cold as an abyss exploded outward, sweeping in every direction.

Before any Saiyan could even react, their knees gave out and they collapsed to the ground, as if instinctively paying homage while awaiting the great emperor who had emerged from seclusion!

Only after completing the seventy-two Earthly Fiend acupoints of Dragon Elephant Prison Suppression did Barros truly enter the ranks of those with powerful physical bodies.

Previously, no matter how astonishing his physique was, if he lost weightlessness and drifted into the void, his chances of survival remained pitifully low.

Now, things were different—his body, tempered countless times by hundreds of star cores, could barely endure half a day in the vacuum of space.

The time was short, but it meant the second level of the Dragon Elephant Prison Suppression Scripture had begun to take shape. His body had just barely gained the ability to cross the sea of stars.

The distances between planets within the Solar System had become as insignificant as a stone's throw to him.

At the very moment of his breakthrough, something suddenly stirred in his heart, as if he had gained an insight.

His body shot upward, tearing through layer after layer of spatial barriers. With one step, he entered the vast depths of space!

In the blink of an eye, he stood upon a barren planet near Divine Martial Battle Star.

Five years later, Divine Martial Battle Star had long undergone a complete transformation. Its prosperity was enough to shake the North Galaxy and draw the attention of the entire universe.

Here, those with battle power exceeding one hundred thousand were everywhere; it was nothing remarkable.

Here, there were no longer any distinctions between low-class, mid-class, high-class, or elite Saiyans.

Because there were Senzu Beans, as well as regeneration chambers created by combining Senzu Beans with healing fluid—every Saiyan was entitled to three free recovery treatments each year.

As long as one was willing to fight, dared to endure, and was not afraid of death, what did their birth matter? It was not worth mentioning at all.

Low-class Saiyans who gritted their teeth and forced their way through the line between life and death could still catch up to, or even surpass, those exceptional clansmen blessed with extraordinary talent from birth.

Over these five years, almost no news of Divine Martial Battle Star had been heard in the North Galaxy.

But in the East Galaxy, the name Divine Martial Battle Star had long become renowned; Saiyan might swept across the sea of stars, intimidating countless regions.

Five years passed in the blink of an eye, and the top Saiyan experts' battle powers had already soared past the million mark.

Among them, Bardock stood far above the rest. He had left Xuesaiya and Xuesaili far behind, firmly claiming the second seat on Divine Martial Battle Star, surpassed only by Barros.

Of course, while Bardock's progress had been astonishing, Xuesaiya and Xuesaili were no ordinary fighters either.

They might have lacked Bardock's ruthless, life-or-death ferocity in battle, and they had never repeatedly savored pain as though it were the nectar of cultivation, using it to temper themselves, but their strength was still astounding: Xuesaiya's battle power had settled at 1.31 million, while Xuesaili's had reached 1.47 million, closely pursuing Bardock's 1.63 million.

Experts gathered like forests, and heroes emerged in droves. The northern region of East Galaxy had long since been fully incorporated into Divine Martial Battle Star's territory.

Over the years, war had never ceased in East Galaxy, yet the local inhabitants gradually discovered that Saiyans were not as brutal and bloodthirsty as the rumors claimed.

When conquering planets, they would often first intimidate all sides with overwhelming force, then precisely eliminate those stubborn factions that refused to surrender and fought to the death.

Even though they occasionally shattered a few barren, lifeless planets at will, no widespread resentment arose among the people of East Galaxy, much less any infamy.

Instead, the Saiyans' blazing fighting spirit and peerless combat techniques earned them considerable respect and praise throughout East Galaxy.

Divine Martial Battle Star, the Saiyans' core stronghold, became even more renowned, turning into a legendary place known by everyone in East Galaxy.

Over those five years, in order to conquer East Galaxy and gather planetary cores for Barros, the warriors of Divine Martial Battle Star had repeatedly faced supreme experts they could not possibly match!

Whenever such a moment came, it was time for Barros to act personally.

Over the past five years, aside from secluding himself to temper the acupoints throughout his body, he had fought a total of seven times:

Three times, he slew galaxy-level experts with battle powers exceeding three million;

Twice, he killed galaxy-level experts whose battle powers had broken through five million;

On another occasion, he directly confronted the ruler of northern East Galaxy—a galaxy-level giant with a battle power as high as eight million—and utterly blasted him to death.

The most dangerous battle took place one year ago.

A galactic-level expert with a battle power exceeding ten million had burst from East Galaxy into North Galaxy, charging straight toward Divine Martial Battle Star with thunderous momentum.

Had Barros not detected that approaching deadly danger in advance, the entire Divine Martial Battle Star would likely have been reduced to ashes long ago.

As for this galactic-level expert who had suddenly entered North Galaxy, possessed battle power nearing ten million, and was clearly acting under another's orders—

Barros knew the answer without needing to guess.

Divine Martial Battle Star had waged war throughout East Galaxy year after year, trampling starfields and leveling ruined planets. It had long since enraged the East King Kai.

Who stood behind this man was obvious.

Sure enough, when Barros immediately declared, "You were sent by the East King Kai,"

the crocodile-headed expert, whose entire body was silver-white and clad in grotesque armor, froze on the spot and subconsciously nodded.

Afterward, Barros did not enter his limit state. Relying only on his body tempered to the extreme and battle power still below four million, he proudly met the enemy head-on.

That battle was earth-shattering, and a planet exploded into dust on the spot.

No one had expected the East King Kai to find a galactic-level powerhouse with battle power nearing twenty million, one who specialized in physical combat.

Had Barros not already condensed more than fifty acupoints a year earlier, making his body harder than divine iron—so much so that even that expert resembling an ancient giant crocodile could not break through his defenses—

Barros would likely have suffered grave injuries and been forced into retreat before he could land his killing blow.

In the end, drenched in blood and at the cost of severe injuries, he stacked a tenfold Frenzied Dragon Sky-Shattering Wave and forcibly blasted that galactic crocodile-like opponent to death on the spot.

After that battle, the title "Divine Martial Emperor" resounded throughout East Galaxy.

That galactic-level expert with battle power nearing twenty million had originally been a supreme existence dominating one region of East Galaxy, and throughout all of East Galaxy, there were only a handful who could defeat him with certainty.

Neither East Galaxy as a whole nor the East King Kai himself had ever imagined that this crocodile-like galactic overlord would fall at Barros's hands.

However, what Barros did not know was this:

Throughout that battle, the four King Kais—including the supreme Grand King Kai—had watched with rapt attention from beginning to end.

Time flowed on, and another five years passed in an instant.

Barros finally decided to charge toward the realm of the Super Saiyan, and the plan to create a Super Saiyan was formally put on the agenda.

During those five years, while tempering his body, he had once used Instant Transmission alone to quietly return to Earth.

On that return to his old home, he got what he had wished for and brought back what he truly needed—

the Neural Tree.

That Neural Tree stood proudly upon a silent dead planet whose life had been extinguished and which stood on the verge of collapse. Its roots crisscrossed densely across the entire planet.

Its trunk towered like a pillar supporting the heavens, its branches and leaves spread like vast nebulae, and its enormous size was nearly comparable to the planet itself.

Barros had witnessed countless wonders in his life, yet he was still deeply moved and left speechless for a long time.

Within that colossal canopy, which blotted out the sky and sun, he discovered several hundred Neural Tree Fruits.

As he gazed at the ripe fruits hanging all over the tree, even Barros nearly lost control of himself.

Their fragrance was profound and lingering, piercing straight into the soul and leaving one unable to escape its intoxication;

every fruit contained all the essence of life and primal energy of the entire planet, and at a single glance, Barros was already drooling with desire.