For This Sin, Ten Thousand Deaths Are Not Enough

Lin Feng and Xuesaiya knew nothing of this.

A day and a half later, the mother and son set foot on Doro Planet.

As soon as the ship's hatch opened, Lin Feng raised his hand and ripped the scouter from his wrist, clenching his fingers into a fist as metal shards drifted down.

Xuesaiya did not hesitate either, crushing the instrument in her hand with a backhand motion.

The enemy was in the shadows, and they were determined not to let their power levels be leaked under Frieza's nose.

More importantly, they had long ago learned to use their ki instead of their eyes, identifying the enemy's trail and assessing their strength through their energy signatures.

Whether they had scouters or not was irrelevant.

The two took to the air, their ki sense spreading out like a web.

Suddenly, Xuesaiya's eyes snapped open, and she spat out in a cold voice: "Barros! Sixteen thousand miles to the south—there is a ki signature even stronger than Xuesaili's!"

"About eighteen thousand units... he's the one who hurt her!" Lin Feng's face turned leaden, and before he could finish, his brows knit together tightly. "Wait... there are two other faint signatures beside him... they're very familiar!"

The next second, mother and son spoke in unison, their voices resolute—

"It's Xuesaili!"

Without a moment's hesitation, their eyes met, and their ki exploded, transforming them into two sharp rays of light that tore through the sky, shooting toward the south!

The strongest warrior on this planet had a power level barely exceeding four thousand, yet the figure currently tearing across the horizon possessed a power level of eighteen thousand—the culprit was undoubtedly him!

And those two faint signatures beside him, which were almost extinguished, were in all likelihood Xuesaili and her daughter, Palanti.

In fact, regardless of who that person was or whether he had truly committed the deed, Lin Feng and Xuesaiya had already passed a death sentence on him in their hearts.

Cui, who was grinning ferociously as he prepared to crush the Saiyan mother and daughter into dust, saw his tactical eyepiece flash wildly!

"Three thousand two hundred and seventeen! Nine thousand two hundred and twenty-five!" He let out a harsh, grotesque laugh from his throat and turned his gaze toward the battered Xuesaili and Palanti. "Tsk tsk, just as I dug you out, two more come along to throw their lives away—I'm afraid Lord Frieza's bounty will double this time! Hehehe—!"

Xuesaili knelt on one knee, her knuckles digging deep into the scorched earth, and looked up at the two streaks of light tearing through the clouds in the distance. Her eyes burned with their last glimmer of light. "Mother and... nephew, Barros! Damn it, why did they have to rush in at a time like this!"

Before she could finish, she screamed at the top of her lungs: "Nephew! Barros! Retreat—don't come over here!!"

"You're courting death!" Cui's eyes widened in rage, purple energy crackling in his palm. A highly compressed energy blast wrapped in a shrill whistle was fired back at the mother and daughter!

"It's over..." Xuesaili hugged Palanti tightly, closing her eyes in despair as the violent purple light rushed toward them.

At that same instant, Lin Feng and Xuesaiya high above locked onto the scene below.

Without a second's hesitation, Lin Feng's ki exploded, his figure turning into a silver-white afterimage. Before the screech of tearing air could even fade, he had already appeared in front of Xuesaili and her daughter like a teleportation.

BOOM—!!!

The mountains crumbled and the earth split! The shockwave sent thousands of tons of debris flying, the rock walls on both sides collapsed, and dust billowed into the sky.

Almost simultaneously, Xuesaiya tapped the air with her toes and landed gracefully, firmly intercepting Cui.

Her gaze was like a blade as she spoke, word by word: "Cui? I remember you—the most venomous dog under Frieza's command."

"Heh... ha! That's right!" Cui grinned viciously, but before he could finish—

BANG!!

A searing white energy blast accurately shattered the scouter on his left eye. The crisp sound of the lens exploding had only just rung out, and his pupils had only just shrunk to pinpricks!

The dust slowly settled—Lin Feng's clothes were unwrinkled, and he was completely unscathed. Behind him, Xuesaili's eyes were wide and her lips slightly parted, while Palanti tilted her little head, curiously examining this "little uncle" who had suddenly appeared.

Cui turned his head abruptly, his gaze colliding with that small yet mountain-like figure, his eyeballs nearly popping from their sockets: "Ho, how is this possible?! The energy blast I condensed with my own hands—how could a brat like you catch it?!"

"Hmph." A cold scoff escaped Lin Feng's nose. While his afterimage still flickered in place, he had already closed the distance to Cui's chest.

POW!!

The muffled sound of the punch landing was terrifyingly heavy.

Cui's entire body curled into a shrimp, his internal organs feeling as if they had been pulverized by an iron hammer. He curled on the ground, twitching uncontrollably, blood foam bubbling from his throat.

Yet he still stared fixedly at Lin Feng, his voice trembling out of tune: "No... impossible... one punch? Just one punch?!"

Xuesaili covered her mouth with one hand, her fingertips icy cold.

She had only seen a faint shadow pass by, and when she focused again, Cui was already lying in the mud, wailing.

Since when... could this nephew who loved to tumble and play, knock a villain that even she could barely hold her own against, into a wreck with a single strike?

Xuesaiya walked toward her with light steps, her voice soft but unquestionable: "Xuesaili, are you badly hurt?"

"I... I'm fine!" Xuesaili took a breath, finally seeing the reality—the nightmare that had kept her awake at night was currently being trampled under her nephew's feet, his struggle nothing more than a dying gasp.

"You hit my aunt?" Lin Feng's voice was low, but it froze the very air.

His right foot stomped down heavily, snapping Cui's ribs; his left foot swept out like lightning, and with a crack, blood mist erupted from his left wrist!

"ARGH—!!!" The agony of broken bones mixed with the excruciating pain of ruptured organs, and Cui's wails tore through the sky.

"For this sin, ten thousand deaths are not enough." Lin Feng's tone remained calm, but his right foot struck like a heavy hammer—Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

Both arms and both knees were crushed into nothingness.

With his limbs destroyed, even if he were still clinging to life, he was thoroughly a cripple.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he bit through his molars, roaring: "You... you aren't at three thousand two at all! You are... you are the Super Saiyan that even Lord Frieza trembles at!!"

Xuesaiya's hand froze in mid-air. Xuesaili's entire body stiffened, and she blurted out, "What?! Barros... is a Super Saiyan?!"

Super Saiyan.

To Xuesaili, who was born into a family of high-class warriors, these four words were not a legend; they were a totem branded into her very bloodline.

It was the ultimate form she had spent half her life pursuing in bitter training, chasing in her dreams, and craving with every breath she took.

More than that, it was the most searing obsession in the marrow of every Saiyan.

Now, those words had been hurled at the boy who always loved to mooch her candy—and by the mouth of their enemy, no less. Xuesaili's fingertips went numb and her heart hammered against her ribs. Her gaze was scorched onto Lin Feng's back, a mix of shock, trembling, belief, and doubt.

Cui coughed up purple blood while lying on his back. He stared at Lin Feng's coldly lowered eyes and suddenly let out a miserable, jagged laugh. "Super Saiyan... Heh... Hahahaha... That's what you are, isn't it? Say it!"

Lin Feng looked down at him and shook his head. His tone was as light as a sigh, yet heavy enough to buckle the air. "No."

"I will eventually step through that door, but today—I am still far from it."

These words drifted clearly into the ears of Xuesaiya and Xuesaili, making their fingertips tremble.

Cui, however, looked as if his soul had been ripped away. A scream tore from his throat like a broken bellows: "Bullshit! If you aren't a Super Saiyan, where did you get this strength?! Where did you get this speed?! Where did you get... where did you get this terrifying combat power?!"

"Noisy." Lin Feng curled his lip, and the foot pinning Cui's chest suddenly exerted force—

Puff!!!

The muffled sound of breastbones snapping bit by bit mingled with a mouthful of thick purple blood spraying into the air.

Lin Feng lifted his foot, turned around, and walked toward Xuesaili step by step.

His pace was not fast, yet every step landed on the heartstrings of those watching.

As Xuesaili watched him approach, she suddenly understood something.

With a flick of her wrist, a dazzling golden-orange energy ball hummed into existence in her palm. Without even looking, she hurled it with all her might at the squirming mass of flesh and blood on the ground!

BOOM—!!!

Lin Feng's steps came to an abrupt halt. Behind him, a thunderous explosion erupted; shockwaves carrying shattered rocks and snow dust surged into the sky, as if the entire earth had been ripped open by force!

In the instant that blinding white light detonated, Cui was like glass shattered by a ten-thousand-pound hammer. He didn't even have time to scream before he was blown into a mist of crimson, completely annihilated within Xuesaili's torrent of energy!

The revenge was complete—her husband's death had finally been repaid in blood.

Yet, there was no satisfaction on Xuesaili's face. Instead, her pupils constricted and her phoenix eyes turned as sharp as blades, pinning Lin Feng in place. She spoke word by word, her voice trembling with tension: "One punch... You used only one punch to crush Cui, whose combat power far exceeded mine? Barros, tell me—what exactly is your true combat power?!"

Lin Feng turned his face. His gaze swept over the slight upturn of Xuesaiya's lips, and his cold, rigid silhouette instantly softened. In the blink of an eye, he reverted to the boy she had first met—the one who tilted his head with a silly grin, his eyes curving into crescents. "Of course! My combat power is..."

Xuesaili held her breath, and Palanti stood on her tiptoes. Both of them waited without even blinking.

But before the words could fade, the boyish look on Lin Feng's face suddenly settled into a calm, unquestionable aura of slaughter.

He slowly spat out four words, clear, steady, and without reservation—

"Twenty-six thousand one hundred!"

Xuesaili's fingertips trembled. Her hand, which had been bracing her forehead, slid down an inch. Her body swayed violently, and her knees went weak, nearly causing her to collapse on the spot.

This number hit her consciousness like a thunderbolt, far more devastating than the words "Super Saiyan"—it scattered her soul and left her ears ringing incessantly!

Palanti, who had been born on the same day as Lin Feng, froze. Her dainty little mouth was round enough to fit a Dragon Ball Fruit inside.

When she had just broken through a combat power of five hundred, she had spent three whole days jumping around the courtyard showing off... yet this cousin she had just met already stood at a height she couldn't even see the top of, no matter how much she craned her neck!

After a long while, Xuesaili finally caught her breath. She looked up abruptly, a scorching fire burning in her eyes, her voice tight: "Barros, you must be a Super Saiyan, right? Don't you dare lie to me!"

Lin Feng rolled his eyes and cast a look of distress toward Xuesaiya, who was shaking her head and suppressing a laugh nearby.

Fine, fine. He simply spread his hands and spilled everything he had been holding back.

When she heard that her sister Xuesaiya's combat power had broken thirty thousand and was surging toward forty-seven thousand, Xuesaili's head gave a loud buzz. Everything went black before her eyes, and she nearly thought she had lost her mind.

Lin Feng was a monster; that was universally acknowledged.

That he had soared to twenty-six thousand one hundred was shocking, but Xuesaili could grit her teeth and believe it. But her sister... she and Xuesaiya had depended on each other for thirty years, from the cradle to adulthood. She knew every fiber of her sister's being—this combat power wasn't just a leap; it was a total upheaval of the heavens!

Seeing her sister's disbelief, Xuesaiya didn't argue. She simply gave her shoulders a slight shake, and the energy around her body suddenly flared outward!

Gulp.

Xuesaili's throat bobbed. She stared at that visible pale-gold aura and took a half-step back as if burned.

A moment later, the energy receded, and Xuesaiya returned to the appearance of an ordinary warrior with a combat power of nine thousand two hundred and twenty-three.

But the moment her aura was fully drawn back into her body—Xuesaili's eyes rolled back, and she collapsed straight backward, fainting clean away.

Time passed like a gale sweeping over a mountain ridge—impossible to grasp, impossible to keep.

Half a year had quietly slipped away since the bloody battle on Doro Planet.

Back then, Xuesaili's husband had fallen in battle. Dragging her severely wounded body with one hand and clutching the infant Palanti with the other, she had carved a path to survival out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of fire.

Several days later, Xuesaiya, accompanied by Barros (Lin Feng), returned to Planet Vegeta with Xuesaili and Palanti.

Palanti had completed her mission and returned to her squad, but the trip Xuesaiya and Lin Feng had taken to Doro Planet remained a mystery that no one could pry open.

Naturally, people asked—especially the sharp-nosed old foxes under Frieza's command.

But every time they asked, Xuesaiya would only say calmly, "When we arrived, we didn't even encounter a single expert on the planet with a power level over fifteen thousand." Lin Feng would nod in agreement, his expression as open and flawless as could be.

Believe it or not? True or false? No one bothered to investigate.

Even Frieza, who was bent on wiping out the Saiyan race, merely swept a cold glance over the report before tossing it into the waste pile.

After all, in the eyes of the royal guards beneath him—who boasted battle powers of tens of thousands—Cui's measly eighteen thousand was nothing more than a slightly oversized flea.

Half a year flickered by in the blink of an eye.

Yet Lin Feng's battle power surged like an enraged dragon breaking its shackles, advancing by leaps and bounds to leave every warrior on Planet Vegeta in the dust—

Forty-nine thousand!

But this was far from his greatest fortune during this time.

What truly transformed him was reaching the pinnacle of the first level of the Dragon Elephant Prison Suppression: the Shenron Body and the Elephant-Subduing Stance.

His muscles and bones were tempered like refined black iron, and his skin was as tough as primordial rock armor; in terms of raw physical strength alone, even Xuesaiya could not shake him in the slightest, no matter how hard she struck!

During the same period, Xuesaiya locked herself in the gravity room, training day and night without rest.

After six months, her battle power had skyrocketed to eighty-three thousand. Coupled with the earth-shattering, brutal energy of the Dragon Elephant Prison Suppression, she dared to face even a peak powerhouse with a battle power of one hundred thousand head-on!

Having survived the life-and-death ordeal on Doro Planet, Xuesaili threw herself into the training pods like a madwoman.

In just half a year, she shattered the Saiyan ceiling of thirty thousand battle power, soaring to forty-one thousand—only slightly behind Lin Feng, a truly shocking feat!

Even two-and-a-half-year-old Palanti was ignited by this raging wildfire of ambition.

She pestered Lin Feng daily for pointers on the Dragon Elephant Prison Suppression, and her battle power surged from the seven hundred and thirty-six she had on Doro Planet all the way to five thousand two hundred—firmly suppressing Vegeta, whose current battle power stood at two thousand two hundred!

Speaking of Vegeta—the child who had stolen all of Lin Feng's glory from the moment of his birth—he had yet to set off to serve Frieza, nor had he left his home planet.

Under the cultivation of King Vegeta, who poured every resource into him, his battle power had already reached two thousand two hundred at just over two years old.

Many warriors in the clan whispered privately: Vegeta would likely eclipse Barros once more.

King Vegeta even asserted, "Within three years, he will surely surpass Barros's shadow and become the new star of our Saiyan race!"

Upon hearing this, Xuesaiya, Xuesaili, and Palanti all curled their lips and scoffed out loud.

Two thousand two hundred? Worthy of being called "surpassing"? Nowadays, Palanti could pin him down with a single finger, let alone Lin Feng, who was currently charging toward the heavens with the force of a thunderbolt.