Turles scanned his surroundings.
As far as the eye could see, there was only scorched earth.
The once vibrant green planet is now nothing but endless cracks and bottomless ravines.
The air was thick with the pungent smell of burning and blood.
His perception spread out without reservation, like an invisible giant net covering every inch of the entire planet.
Dead silence.
Apart from Grand Elder Mulin, who was lying on his deathbed in a deep coma at his feet, no other Namekian life force could be sensed.
Not a single one.
Turles ' dark red tail, which had been swaying slightly behind him, suddenly stopped.
The arms that were crossed over the chest slowly lowered.
Without the Planet Namek Dragon Ball and without Grand Elder's potential development, I might not be who I am today.
The vow of protection made before the Grand Elder back then now sounds like an incredibly ironic joke.
The promise has completely vanished.
"Without Planet Namek, perhaps I wouldn't be who I am today..."
Turles recounted his story in a gentle, unhurried manner, his voice revealing no emotion whatsoever.
"I never imagined I would witness them suffer a second catastrophe in this universe."
A deep crimson tinge appeared in the depths of his eyes.
"I don't think I've kept my promise to the Grand Elder... Planet-Eater, huh? That's infuriating."
On the scorched earth opposite, Moro's lips curled into a smile.
He also started walking, approaching Turles at a leisurely pace.
Two figures approached step by step on this desolate wasteland.
The air seemed to freeze.
Moro stared unabashedly at Turles's muscular body covered in dark red hair, letting out an almost intoxicated sigh.
"What a wonderful taste! Just looking at it is captivating..."
He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.
"Should I be happy or worried that such a powerful life form as you has been born in the universe?"
Before he could finish speaking...
As the distance between the two grew closer.
Their steps remained steady, showing no sign of acceleration whatsoever.
But in that void, invisible to the naked eye, rings of air had already exploded one after another!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The continuous, muffled, and oppressive crackling sounds in the air were deafening!
The scorched earth beneath their feet was torn open with jagged, spiderweb-like cracks as they walked towards each other in what appeared to be a calm exchange of blows!
They still didn't stop.
They have already completed countless probing attacks and defenses at a speed beyond perception!
Sudden.
The countless afterimages that kept flashing and colliding in the void suddenly froze.
Moro stumbled almost imperceptibly as he moved forward.
He paused slightly in place.
A thin bloodstain suddenly appeared on his left cheek, oozing a faint red color.
Moro's smile froze for a moment.
Subconsciously, she reached out and gently brushed her cheek with her fingertips.
A warm, moist sensation came through.
The flippancy and amusement in his eyes lessened slightly.
The smile remained on his face.
"This feeling..."
Moro brought his blood-stained finger to his lips, stuck out his tongue, and greedily rolled the drop of blood into his mouth, savoring it carefully.
"I'm actually starting to worry... why is that..."
Before he finished speaking, the dark purple magic power around him, which had been just dissipating, suddenly surged!
The raging demonic flames were no longer ethereal vapors, but had transformed into living beings, writhing and swirling wildly along his curved ram horns, emitting eerie hissing sounds.
The temperature of the entire scorched earth seemed to plummet at that moment.
The next instant.
A new round of high-speed clashes has begun!
In the void of mid-air, rings of white gas, visible to the naked eye, exploded one after another. The continuous sonic booms converged into a muffled thunderclap, making the entire planet hum.
The scorched earth, under the terrifying pressure generated by the clash between the two, was forcibly cut into a series of crisscrossing abysses!
A loud explosion followed.
And it was as if nothing had happened!
Moro reappeared on the scorched earth, raising his hand to wipe away a newly added bloodstain on his right cheek.
This time, the wound is a little shallower than the last one.
On the other side, Turles also appeared, reaching out and subtly rubbing his right shoulder.
The twitch on his face was fleeting.
In this round, the two were evenly matched!
"Are you alright, monkey?"
Moro put the bloodstain from his fingertip into his mouth and let out a sneer.
Turles flicked his dark red tail and returned the sneer.
"Old goat, quite tough bones."
The two of them vanished from the spot at the same time!
This time, the dull thuds of punches and kicks were clearly much more substantial!
Turles swept his leg out, but Moro blocked it with his arms. The shockwave from the kick flattened a distant, remaining mountain range.
Moro swung his claw, Turles dodged to the side. The five purple energy blades slashed through the sky, leaving five deep claw marks on the ground.
The pace of the fight quickened, and the blows from both fighters became increasingly heavy.
Turles had a scratch on his cheek, while Moro's chest was dented.
The wounds continued to multiply on the two of them.
The reservations and tentative approaches were gradually torn apart!
Ha!
With a roar, Turles stopped suppressing the power within him!
boom--!!!
Dark red flames erupted from his body like a volcano!
The power of the Limit Form erupts forth without reservation!
"Snort!"
Moro was not to be outdone. Faced with Turles's surging aura, he merely snorted coldly.
The immense magical power within him was unleashed in this moment!
A deep, pure black-purple pillar of energy shot into the sky from beneath his feet!
In an instant, the world of New Namek seemed to be completely severed by two completely different forces.
On one side was a raging, dark red aura, and on the other side was a deep, malevolent, blackish-purple magic.
The sky was forcibly torn into two colors!
Moro was genuinely surprised.
He had already made the assessment of Turles as the most powerful life form he had ever seen in his life.
However, the sheer power and ferocity of the man in front of him exceeded his expectations.
Despite his full pressure, the opponent was able to hold on tightly, and even showed signs of turning the pressure back!
How is that possible?
You need to understand, it's not just about him regaining his youth!
Over the past five years, he has secretly devoured the life energy of countless planets on the edge of the universe!
Although they were all low-quality, barren planets, over time, his power had already reached an unprecedented level!
Confident that he had surpassed Moro in his prime, he found it hard to accept that he would be stuck in a stalemate in a direct confrontation of power!
Meanwhile, Turles's heart was also in turmoil.
This guy...
Turles' clenched fist trembled slightly.
His own power, under the guidance of Merus in the Sacred World of the Kai, was baptized and tempered by absorbing God Ki.
The quality of its energy is completely different from what it was before.
Unexpectedly, the first real opponent they encountered proved to be a problem.
Although it seems that the two are evenly matched and it is difficult to determine a winner.
But Turles could keenly sense that Moro on the other side was still holding back.
Before this, Merus had instructed him on some of Moro's special abilities!
The other party hasn't used a single one yet!
Of course, Turles himself also had a countermeasure up his sleeve.
The " Spirit Fission " is, in theory, the best way to counter this kind of devouring and Fusion ability.
However, he dared not easily reveal his trump card when facing this guy.
Facing such an enemy...
One wrong move can lead to utter ruin.
Both sides are cunning foxes, seemingly harboring no good intentions...