It got dark.
In the pitch-black darkness, only streaks of pale white lightning tore through the sky, accompanied by deafening thunder.
All the black mist converged, twisted, and reformed wildly in mid-air.
Gradually, an outline began to emerge.
That was a terrifying demon god whose upper body alone was as huge as a mountain!
It has no skin, only a dark red, muscular body. Its back and shoulders are covered with huge, grotesque bone spurs!
On a skeletal face, two eerie green flames burned in the empty eye sockets.
Phantom Majin, Hirudegarn!
A hundred miles away.
Piccolo's forehead was already covered in a thick layer of cold sweat.
"So... so wicked..."
In all his years, he had never experienced such pure and immense evil energy; it was a terror that was enough to make his soul tremble simply by sensing it.
"Or rather! This is a monster formed from evil energy!"
Wow! That's amazing! That's incredible!
Son Goku's reaction was quite the opposite; instead, he clenched his fists excitedly, his blood boiling, and his fighting spirit soaring like never before.
"What a pity! I thought the gap between me and my brother had narrowed after training... This level of aura is still beyond our capabilities!"
Trunks and Son Goten, the two little guys, were so intimidated by that pure evil aura that they retreated repeatedly.
"Oh! How terrifying!"
The upper body of the Phantom Majin Hirudegarn was completely solidified.
Its hollow eye sockets, burning with will-o'-the-wisps, slowly turned toward Turles below.
It opened its enormous skeletal jaw.
"Roar--!!!"
A deafening roar that shattered the clouds echoed throughout the heavens and earth!
This time, it's not just a simple sound.
The materialized sound waves, visible to the naked eye, transformed into rings of destructive air currents, spreading wildly in all directions!
Where the sound waves passed, hard rocks and tenacious, unique vegetation appeared!
Even the entire land was instantly crushed into the most primitive powder!
The sound waves were about to expand their destructive range further, tearing this peaceful planet to shreds.
Turles, who had been observing quietly, finally made a move.
He took a step forward.
The figure vanished suddenly.
Hirudegarn's roar abruptly stopped.
Its massive body suddenly stiffened, as if an invisible hand had gripped its throat.
The two eerie green flames in the empty eye sockets flickered and contracted wildly at this moment, revealing a kind of instinctive warning.
It's a deadly level of alertness!
His eyes shone with a brilliant golden light!
A fist wrapped in dazzling golden light appeared in front of it in an instant.
Just as that golden fist was about to touch Hirudegarn's dark red body...
Hirudegarn's massive, mountain-like torso!
It suddenly transformed into an incredibly dense cloud of black mist.
Turles ' fist pierced right through the black mist, hitting nothing.
The power in the fist has lost its target for release.
But energy doesn't just disappear into thin air.
That terrifying fist pressure transformed into an invisible destructive impact, blasting straight towards the distant horizon behind Hirudegarn.
Son Goku and the others were intently watching the battlefield in the distance.
Sudden!
An indescribable, terrifying pressure descended from the sky!
"Ugh!"
Piccolo's expression changed drastically. He immediately crossed his arms in front of him and unleashed his inner energy without reservation to desperately resist the sudden impact!
"What... what was that?!" Krillin scrambled to his feet, covered in dust and dirt, his face filled with the shock of surviving a close call.
"I don't know... It seems like it's just... just wind pressure..." Tien Shinhan struggled to his feet, his three eyes filled with shock.
Tapion nearby, also looked utterly astonished!
This power!
That's terrifying!
He had initially worried that Turles was simply overconfident in his own strength because he had never witnessed the true power of Hirudegarn!
Now it seems that blindly confident people... are like Hirudegarn saying...
This power far exceeded his imagination!
No wonder!
No wonder Frieza Force was able to become the army of justice in the entire universe!
That's the power!
He must be the embodiment of justice!
Turles slowly withdrew his fist, lost in thought.
He also ignored the terrifying destruction caused by his punch.
The air behind him.
The dissipated black mist began to recombine.
Tumbling, wriggling, reorganizing.
Within seconds, the massive upper body of the Phantom Majin Hirudegarn re-formed, completely intact.
Its hollow eye sockets, burning with will-o'-the-wisps, stared intently at Turles's retreating figure.
It opened its gigantic skeletal maw.
"Roar--!!!"
Another roar.
It seemed to be filled with... provocation and mockery.
It was as if they were mocking Turles's earth-shattering punch, deeming it nothing more than a futile performance.
It was as if it were declaring that it was an existence that could not be killed.
Turles slowly turned around.
"So that's how it is! This is blurring!"
" Phantom Majin Hirudegarn!"
"Indeed, they should not be underestimated!"
Turles ' attack missed, but he was not discouraged at all. He just hovered quietly in mid-air, locking onto Hirudegarn below, which was reforming itself.
Hirudegarn felt Turles's gaze, the ghostly green flames in his empty eye sockets flickered violently.
It opened its skeletal jaws, baring its fangs and claws, and unleashed a series of deafening roars at Turles, attempting to crush the soul of this tiny creature before it with terrifying demonic pressure!
However, Turles remained motionless.
He simply crossed his arms and watched it quietly.
Hirudegarn didn't move for some reason.
Their eyes met.
They stared at each other, wide-eyed.
The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat subtle and extremely eerie.
In the distance Trunks and Son Goten peeked out, looking at each other with puzzled expressions.
Son Goten scratched his head, muttering in confusion, "W-what's wrong? Master and that monster aren't moving?"
"Yeah, why aren't they playing anymore?"
Trunks was also completely bewildered; he couldn't understand the situation at all.
What was supposed to be a tense, life-or-death duel, on the verge of erupting, suddenly turned into a staring contest.
Son Goku, who had been silent all along, stared intently at the distant battlefield with a solemn expression, and then spoke his opinion in a deep voice.
"My brother is probably waiting for that guy to make a mistake."
"However, that guy was also wary of the power of my brother's punch. He didn't dare to make a move before my brother did, afraid of giving him an opening..."
"That should be right... Although Turles' attack just now missed, the power he unleashed... speaks volumes..." Piccolo added.
Tapion nodded in agreement upon hearing this!
He had never seen Hirudegarn so cautious before!
Mr. Turles's power!
They actually managed to give this monster some kind of intelligence...