The smoke and dust in the deep pit had not yet completely dissipated.
A golden burst of flame suddenly shot into the sky, instantly tearing apart the billowing smoke and dust.
Baby, clutching her slightly sunken belly, hovered in mid-air, her face contorted in a grimace.
You're asking for it!
A crazed killing intent flashed in Baby's eyes!
He transformed into a raging golden meteor, carrying an aura of annihilation, and forcefully crushed Granolah below!
He was going to use absolute power and absolute speed to tear this guy who dared to offend him to shreds!
However, Granolah, trapped in the deep pit, remained unusually calm in the face of this devastating attack.
His right eye, burning with an eerie red light, was now clearly reflecting the rapidly falling golden meteor.
After awakening his Planet Cereal person potential, the "universe's strongest" power he gained through the Dragon Ball truly began to resonate with his fighting instincts.
It's fair to say that he's already unleashed about 70-80% of the power he possesses, the strongest in the universe...
In the sniper's specialized perspective, Baby's seemingly flawless and ferocious offensive appeared as if it had been slowed down.
That was the weak point in the flow of energy, the stiffness in the transition of movements, the only flaw in this powerful body!
The golden meteor arrived in an instant.
Granolah only shifted her body slightly to the side.
They escaped unharmed.
"What?!"
Baby startled.
Before he could change his move, Granolah delivered a powerful punch, imbued with green flames, with pinpoint accuracy to his armpit, striking a faint red dot.
That's the valve of air, the node where power operates!
"Ugh--!"
Baby out a shrill scream, and the violent golden aura around her momentarily froze, her attack collapsing on the spot.
Granolah gave him no chance to catch his breath.
His figure moved like a shadow, delivering a vicious knee strike that slammed into Baby's jaw.
Immediately following was a swift elbow strike to his back.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A series of dull thuds echoed through the air, each punch landing squarely.
The situation has quietly reversed!
At this point, Baby was gradually losing ground!
They've even started to show signs of being at a disadvantage!
All of this was keenly observed by Turles on the other side of the battlefield.
While dealing with Hatchiyack, who was charging at him like a mad dog, he also kept an eye on the battle situation on the other side.
Granolah's fighting style opened his eyes.
That kind of extremely precise, direct, and deadly fighting style...
After regaining his composure, Turles used Granolah and Baby's battle to distract himself, forcibly isolating his mind from his body!
Turles focused all his vision and analytical abilities on Granolah's fighting trajectory, cutting off his brain's intervention in his defensive actions and forcing his body to react on its own.
"Roar--!!!"
Hatchiyack felt deeply insulted that Turles dared to turn away and watch the show while facing him.
Its resentful core erupted with a blinding pink light, and its fists slammed into Turles like giant meteorites.
Bang!
A heavy punch landed squarely on Turles ' left shoulder.
Turles grunted as his body was sent flying, crashing into and smashing through more than a dozen ruined buildings.
But he seemed to feel no pain. When he stood up from the ruins, his eyes were still fixed on the battlefield on Baby's side!
Hold on!
The body will move on its own!
Hatchiyack went completely berserk, unleashing a torrent of violent pink energy waves and a barrage of heavy punches that engulfed Turles like a storm.
Turles was repeatedly wounded during the attack, his dark red fur stained with mottled blood, but he gritted his teeth and refused to let his brain issue any commands to defend or retaliate.
They just watched helplessly as they were passively beaten.
With this unconventional approach and dual focus, miracles began to happen.
The body seemed unable to withstand the terrifying pressure of being on the verge of life and death, and muscle fibers and cells began to find their own way out.
Hatchiyack unleashed another sweeping leg kick that created a sonic boom that tore through space.
Turles's mind was still analyzing Granolah's next landing point.
But his legs seemed to have eyes, leaping with an incredibly tiny range.
Hatchiyack's attack grazed past his feet perfectly, allowing him to avoid it.
Um?
Turles' heart skipped a beat, but he immediately suppressed his surprise and continued to focus all his attention on observing the other battlefield.
Immediately afterwards, Hatchiyack unleashed a barrage of heavy punches.
Turles ' body was like a leaf fluttering in a gale.
Lean to the left, swerve to the right, lean back...
The dodging movements became increasingly agile and fluid!
There are no unnecessary movements, and no delays in the brain processing information.
Turles ' breathing became extremely steady, and his body relied entirely on his perception of airflow and killing intent to evade, gradually getting into a better state!
Turles was immersed in this wondrous state.
His body seemed to merge with the surrounding airflow, each dodge appearing so smooth and free, the range of motion incredibly small, yet precise to the millimeter.
However, as the battle intensified, Hatchiyack's characteristics as a collection of resentment began to emerge.
In its utterly irrational mind, the deep-seated hatred for the Saiyan race and the humiliation of being blindly mocked by Turles were intertwined in a frenzied struggle.
This purely negative emotion transformed into tangible resentment.
"Roar--!!!"
Hatchiyack let out a deafening roar that reached the heavens!
The core of resentment in its chest flickered wildly, and the pink flames around it erupted like a volcano, causing its size to expand once again!
Speed and power surged a second time at this moment, defying all reason!
boom--!
He could even clearly feel the wind generated by each of Hatchiyack's attacks brushing against the dark red fur on his body.
A powerful punch, exceeding Turles's physical limits, landed squarely on his chest.
Turles was sent flying like a meteorite, crashing through several broken metal peaks before finally coming to a stop.
Dust billowed into the sky.
Amidst the ruins, Turles wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly stood up.
He took a deep breath and completely withdrew his attention from Granolah and Baby.
There is no room for trial and error anymore.
This monster gets more and more energetic the more you fight it.
Fortunately, regardless of the purpose, he has Granolah to help him share the burden with Baby!
Otherwise, even two fists can't fight against four hands!
Turles suddenly opened his eyes.
He transformed into a dark red lightning bolt, crashing head-on into Hatchiyack!
Two figures, one large and one small, collided violently in mid-air!
Turles's heavy punch clashed head-on with Hatchiyack's massive fist.
The terrifying shockwave spread wildly in a ring outwards, completely leveling the ruins within a radius of several kilometers, and even causing ripples to appear in the distorted space.