Seeing Champa enter his full-power state, Son Goku's expression turned solemn. He took a deep breath, and the energy around him began to stir. Goku knew he couldn't afford to be careless in the coming battle.
"Lord Champa, if you use your full power, my current form won't be a match for you," Goku said, his face growing heavier and his tone carrying a bit of helplessness. Goku's current Super Saiyan 5 form was indeed insufficient to contend with a God of Destruction at full power.
"Why didn't you think of that when you were kicking me? It's too late to surrender now!" Champa snorted coldly. His body turned into a streak of purple-red light, diving down from the sky. His fist condensed world-shattering Destruction energy, slamming hard toward Goku's face. Even the air was torn by this force, letting out a piercing shriek.
Facing this lethal blow, Goku didn't panic at all. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the silver-white light around him suddenly exploded.
Slap!
A fiery red flame erupted from within him. On the basis of Super Saiyan 5, he stacked the Super Saiyan God form. His silver-white fur took on a fiery red luster, his pupils turned a bright red, and he was surrounded by an energy aura of intertwined red and silver-white. His presence instantly exploded several times over, and even the ground was pressed into ripples by this energy.
Vados's beautiful eyes widened, and her staff nearly fell to the ground, a look of surprise on her face. This human from Universe 7 actually hides such a transformation? Stacking two powerful forms—this kind of talent is simply unheard of!
Hit was even more stunned, his mouth slightly open, unable to speak for a long time. Son Goku's form... no wonder he can contend with Champa. This power has already far exceeded the scope of ordinary warriors, even approaching the level of a God of Destruction!
Seeing Champa's diving fist, Goku was not to be outdone. His right fist condensed fiery red energy, slamming hard toward the sky.
Rumble!
Accompanied by a world-shaking explosion, two vast energies collided in the air, forming a massive energy shockwave that surged outward like a nuclear explosion. The energy aftershocks kicked up wave after wave of wind, sending rocks from the ground flying into the air and carving deep trenches across the land of the God of Destruction's realm. A corner of the distant mountains even collapsed from the shock, and dust filled the entire sky.
"What?" Champa was completely stunned. He felt as if his fist had hit an insurmountable high wall. The massive counterforce made his arm numb, and he was shaken back a dozen meters before he could barely steady himself. This human actually took my full-power strike? How is this possible? He's just a human!
Bang!
Goku seized the opportunity, his body shooting forward like an arrow from a bow. His elbow condensed energy and slammed heavily into Champa's chest.
"Puff... ah..." Champa let out a cry, spitting out a large mouthful of blood. His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into a distant rock and shattering it.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Goku didn't give Champa a chance to breathe. He quickly pursued, his fists, knees, and elbows attacking in turn, each move carrying powerful energy, launching a fierce assault on Champa like a violent storm. Champa was beaten back repeatedly, having no power to fight back, only able to barely defend with Destruction energy.
After a dozen seconds, Goku kicked Champa in the stomach, sending him tumbling to the ground. Champa slid a long distance across the ground before finally stopping. He jumped up in a rage, punching and kicking wildly at Goku. His moves were disorganized, clearly having lost his form, yet they were all easily dodged by Goku, who didn't even let his clothes be touched.
After another round of intense fighting, Goku seemed to suddenly think of something. He inconspicuously sold a flaw, deliberately slowing his dodging speed and exposing an opening in his chest.
Bang!
Champa seized this opportunity, a punch hitting Goku's chest.
"Puff..."
Goku symbolically spat out a large mouthful of blood, his body flying back a few meters. He sat on the ground, a pained expression on his face, clutching his chest and coughing.
Thinking he had succeeded, Champa quickly rushed over, preparing to continue the attack, but saw a white light flash around Goku.
Swish!
Goku used Instant Transmission and vanished. Champa missed and angrily turned his head to find Goku's figure, only to see him already beside Piccolo, clutching his chest and coughing with a pale face.
Champa quickly locked onto Goku's position, the Destruction energy around him exploding again, preparing to charge in for the kill. But he was stopped by Goku raising a hand: "Wait a moment, Lord Champa, stop fighting."
Champa stopped with a black face, his eyes full of rage and his tone ice-cold: "What? Scared now? Where's that arrogance from earlier?"
"I lost," Goku said as the fiery red aura around him quickly dissipated, returning to his base form. He laughed and said in a relaxed tone, "That form of mine just now was a burst type; it can only be maintained for a short time. Now my energy is almost exhausted, I can't fight anymore."
"Oh? So that's how it is," Champa narrowed his eyes and scrutinized Goku, the rage in his heart mostly subsiding. Champa was unwilling to admit that he had almost been defeated by Goku just now.
"As expected of Lord Champa, your strength is too great. I'm simply not a match. Being able to hold out for so long just now was all thanks to the form's burst," Goku praised repeatedly, his tone full of admiration.
"At least you have an eye for talent! That form of yours just now was indeed not bad, but if you want to surpass a God of Destruction, you're still a bit green!" Champa snorted and laughed triumphantly, his belly even sticking out. Although he had once been at a disadvantage during the battle, Goku had voluntarily surrendered, so in the end, he won!
However, Champa soon frowned again. Wait, didn't I want to find an excuse to fix him at the start? Now the battle is over, and I haven't given him a good beating yet. Should I find a reason to fight again? For example... the grudge from him kicking me earlier hasn't been avenged!
"Fighting you is really interesting. How about I have Vados heal you, restore your energy, and we continue?" Champa looked at Goku with interest, his eyes full of expectation. Champa hadn't fought so satisfyingly in a long time and hadn't had enough.
"Eh? Still want to fight?" Goku scratched his head with some difficulty, a conflicted expression on his face. If we keep fighting and I really hurt you, it'll be hard to end things.
Piccolo covered his face from the side. Lord Champa, Goku is giving you a way out! You actually don't appreciate it and insist on continuing. If you really get defeated later, you'll be the one losing face.
Hit's face was full of shock, and a stormy sea raged in his heart. This life's Son Goku is too strong! To actually be able to fight Champa for so long without losing—even though he lost in the end, it's already incredible! Hit finally understood that when Goku fought him and Cabba earlier, he was simply holding back. If Goku had used that form just now, they would have been utterly defeated long ago! Thinking of this, Hit broke into a cold sweat and even felt an urge to cry. It turns out I've been given a pass by Goku all along. Even if Goku didn't use this form, we couldn't win. This gap is just too big!
"Vados, hurry up and heal this kid, restore all his energy, let him return to his peak state, and we'll have another round!" Champa ordered Vados, his tone unquestionable.
Vados: "..."
Vados shook her head helplessly. Lord Champa is truly dense. Goku was clearly in the lead just now but voluntarily surrendered just to save your face. Not only do you not appreciate it, but you insist on continuing. If you really lose later, I can't help you.
"No need, no need, healing isn't necessary. I'll be fine after a short rest," Goku quickly waved his hands, rapidly changing the subject, fearing Champa would really have Vados heal him. "By the way, Lord Champa, I actually have a very important matter to discuss with you this time, regarding the Super Dragon Balls."
"I'm not interested in the Super Dragon Balls, fighting you is what's interesting! I haven't been this satisfied in a long time!" Champa snorted, clearly still immersed in the fun of battle, not wanting to hear about anything else. Even the temptation of the Super Dragon Balls couldn't distract him.
"Don't say that. This matter is very important, it concerns the safety of all universes! If something goes wrong, you won't even have the chance to find an opponent to fight later," Goku's tone became solemn, his eyes full of seriousness.
"Super Dragon Balls?" Champa's mouth twitched slightly, and he suddenly felt a bit guilty. Does Goku know about him having the Supreme Kai Fuwa help transport the Super Dragon Balls? Previously, Fuwa had secretly transferred a Super Dragon Ball from Universe 7 to the World of Void; only the two of them should know about this. How could Goku have noticed?
"Cabba said they encountered a Super Dragon Ball in space earlier and found a crack on it, with black gas swirling inside. It looked very strange. Lord Champa, do you know about this?" Goku stated his purpose. Since it involved the potential hidden danger of the birth of Evil Dragons, Goku had to confirm with more people. After all, this matter concerned the safety of all universes; the more people who knew, the more possibilities there were to respond.
"A crack on a Super Dragon Ball?" Champa was clearly stunned, the triumph on his face instantly vanishing. He turned to look at Vados, his eyes full of confusion. Champa had lived for so long and had never heard of a Super Dragon Ball developing a crack, let alone black gas.
"Yes, yes, Lord Champa, didn't you know about this? I thought you had noticed long ago." Vados nodded slightly, not denying it. She tapped her staff lightly, and the crystal ball at the top projected a clear image. In the image, a giant Three-Star Super Dragon Ball floated in space, its red patterns clearly visible. On the side of the Dragon Ball, there was a shallow crack a few centimeters long, with faint black mist swirling around it. If one didn't look closely, it was impossible to notice.
"There really is a crack." Champa leaned in to look at the image, but his face still held an indifferent expression. In Champa's view, such a shallow crack wouldn't affect the use of the Super Dragon Balls at all. As for the black gas, it might just be space dust.
Vados smiled and said nothing more, just quietly watching Champa, waiting for his reaction.
"Lord Champa, do you really think there won't be a problem? I always feel that black gas is very strange. There might be danger, like... the birth of an evil existence," Goku continued to press, his tone full of worry.
"Oh my, even if the sky falls, isn't there Lord God of Destruction to hold it up? Don't you worry blindly." Vados chuckled, her eyes curving into crescents, her tone full of mockery. The crystal ball atop her staff even flickered with a cheerful light.
Goku rubbed his chin, looking at Vados's relaxed expression and then at the indifferent Champa, feeling that there was indeed some truth to those words. If even the Angel and the God of Destruction weren't nervous, his blind worrying was useless. Since they both felt the crack on the Super Dragon Ball was fine, he'd better put this matter aside for now.
"Kid, don't try to change the subject! Our spar just now isn't over yet, keep fighting!" Champa suddenly reacted, pointing at Goku and shouting irritably. His round body even leaned forward two steps; he clearly hadn't had enough.
"Still want to continue?" Goku scratched his head, a bit of difficulty on his face. If we keep fighting and I really hurt you, Lord Beerus will come to settle the score with me.
If things really didn't work out, Goku would just have to find an opportunity to knock Lord Champa unconscious to end this endless sparring match.
"Then... alright, let's continue." Goku was just about to agree when he heard Cabba's voice from not far away.
"Lord Champa, we're out!"
Cabba's voice carried a hint of exhaustion as he and Moro walked out of the glass door one after the other. Moro's head was hanging low, his face still stained with white cat litter, his eyes hollow with a look of utter despair. He even staggered as he walked.
Champa turned his head toward Cabba, his gaze sweeping over Moro before he instantly vanished in a flash. He was clearly impatient to check his "toilet."
"Eh? Lord Champa... why is your face all black and blue?" Cabba stood frozen in place, completely bewildered. Everything had been fine just a moment ago; how did Lord Champa end up injured after being gone for a short while? Who was so powerful that they could actually beat a God of Destruction's face black and blue?
"What happened? Did Lord Champa get into a fight with someone?" Cabba turned to ask Hit, his tone full of curiosity.
"It's nothing, don't worry about the details." Hit's expression was indifferent, but his eyes took a deep look at Son Goku, and a trace of an undetectable arc appeared at the corner of his mouth. To be able to beat a God of Destruction like this, there was no one else but Son Goku.
Cabba: "..."
Cabba instantly understood something, and a stormy sea raged in his heart. Could the injuries on Lord Champa's face have been dealt by Son Goku? This is too incredible!
In just a dozen seconds, Champa flashed back, a satisfied smile on his face. He happily patted Cabba's shoulder and even gave him a thumbs-up, praising, "Not bad, not bad, good job, Cabba! My cat litter is finally cleaned. You're much more reliable than Vados!"
"This... haha, it's what I should do." Cabba laughed awkwardly and scratched his head, but his mind was still pondering the injuries on Champa's face.
Champa suddenly turned and glared fiercely at Vados, his tone full of dissatisfaction: "Vados, we agreed before that you would be the poop scooper! And the result? I still had to check the cat litter myself; you didn't care at all!"
"Oh my, oh my... Lord Champa is a God of Destruction now, why are you still as petty as a child?" Vados sighed helplessly, her tone carrying a bit of mockery. "You used to be very well-behaved."
"You weren't like this before! You used to take the initiative to help me clean!" Champa snorted, his tone actually carrying a bit of grievance.
"In the past, Lord Champa was just a cute little kitten, fluffy and so lovable," Vados remarked, her eyes full of nostalgia. "Not like now, with such a big temper."
At these words, everyone present showed a look of surprise. Goku couldn't help but burst out laughing. Piccolo also raised an eyebrow slightly. So Lord Champa used to be a little kitten? No wonder he likes cat litter so much and is so tsundere.
"It was better when you were little—fun, obedient, and didn't throw tantrums," Vados remarked again, a shallow smile hanging on her lips.
"Don't mention the past again!" Champa's face instantly darkened. He glared at Vados in a rage, the Destruction energy around him starting to stir. He had clearly been poked in a sore spot.
"Oh my, oh my, I accidentally let out Lord Champa's embarrassing secrets. My apologies, my apologies." Vados laughed so hard her flowers trembled, and even her staff shook along with her.
Champa stopped paying attention to Vados and instead turned to Moro, a teasing smile on his face and his tone full of mockery: "That goat, you've eaten your fill, right? Was the food I gave you to your liking?"
Moro's face turned from red to white. He was so angry his whole body trembled, and his teeth chattered. You call that 'eating your fill'? Can that stuff even be eaten? It's simply an insult!
"Since you've eaten your fill, let's continue our previous spar. I haven't had enough fun yet." Champa smiled triumphantly. Bullying Moro was much more comfortable than bullying Son Goku. Bullying Goku was easy to get injured; bullying Moro was simply a steamroll.
"I am Moro, the one who eats energy! I am not a dog! I don't eat that kind of filthy stuff!" Moro roared through gritted teeth, his voice trembling. "So my strength hasn't recovered to its peak at all because I haven't absorbed any energy! Gag..."
As soon as Moro finished speaking, he couldn't help but bend over and vomit heavily. The experience in the cat litter just now was too disgusting; just thinking about it now made him feel nauseous.
"So you treat energy as food. You should have said so earlier." Champa realized, nodding thoughtfully, his tone completely indifferent. "If I had known, I would have gotten you some energy to eat."
Moro was so hateful that several veins popped on his forehead. If he hadn't been unable to beat Champa, he really would have wanted to rush up and tear that fat cat's mouth apart!
"What, do you need me to get you some energy to eat? I guarantee you'll eat your fill." Champa smiled and said lightly. He lifted his right hand slightly, and a ball of purple-red energy instantly condensed in his palm, with a faint scent of Destruction emanating from it.
"As long as I eat my fill... gag... I definitely won't lose to you!" Moro said through gritted teeth, his eyes full of unwillingness. As long as he could absorb energy, he didn't believe he couldn't beat this fat cat.
"Fine, then I'll satisfy you." Champa said, flicking his finger.
Whoosh!
The ball of purple-red energy slowly floated toward Moro. The speed wasn't fast, just enough for Moro to catch it.
"Vados, undo his seal so he can absorb energy." Champa called out to Vados again, his tone carrying an unquestionable command.
"Alright, Lord Champa." Vados said, tapping her staff lightly on the ground.
Ding!
With a soft sound, a pale-white energy wave spread out, enveloping Moro. Moro instantly felt his whole body shake. His previously sealed abilities were restored in an instant, and the magic in his body began to stir. He stared greedily at the floating purple-red energy ball, his eyes flashing with light, and suddenly opened his mouth wide.
Snap!
Moro swallowed the energy ball. As the energy entered his body, he immediately felt a powerful force surging within him. His stomach was instantly full, and his magic returned to its peak state. Moro looked at Champa in shock, his heart full of confusion. What exactly is the origin of this big fat cat? Just throwing an energy ball can actually make me recover to my peak instantly?
"Since you've eaten your fill now, let's continue! Let me see how strong you are after eating your fill." Champa beckoned to Moro, his tone full of provocation.
The corners of Moro's mouth curled up into a confident arc. The magic in his body surged wildly, and black mist surrounded him. Moro now felt full of power and confident he could defeat Champa.
"It seems you're very confident. I wonder if you'll be able to smile later." Champa snorted, crossing his arms in front of his chest with a look of watching a good show.
"What you did to me just now, I will definitely pay you back tenfold!" Moro roared, his body shooting up like an arrow from a bow, whistling toward Champa. His fist condensed black magic, slamming hard toward Champa's chest.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Moro launched a fierce attack on Champa, his fists falling like raindrops, each punch carrying powerful magic. The surrounding air was distorted by the blows. However, Champa still stood elegantly in place, even slowly turning his body, letting Moro's fists hit his body and back without even moving a step.
"Use some force! Didn't you just eat? Why is your strength still so small? It's like scratching an itch." Champa snorted, his tone full of disdain. He even reached out to pat the dust off his body.
Moro was stunned on the spot. He immediately stopped his attack and leaped back fiercely, opening up some distance, his eyes full of disbelief. My full-power attack actually can't even make Champa move an inch? How is this possible?
"You, you, you... who exactly are you? Why are you so strong?" Moro's eyes widened, and he stared at Champa in bewilderment, his voice trembling.
"Who am I? Don't you know?" Champa snorted coldly and turned to look at Cabba and the others. "Didn't you tell him my identity?"
Cabba and the others shook their heads together, their faces carrying the expression of watching a show.
"You can say it now, let him die knowing the truth." Champa smiled triumphantly, his chin slightly raised, looking high and mighty.
"Moro, this is Lord Champa, the God of Destruction. He is the most powerful god in our Universe 6." Cabba introduced him solemnly, his tone full of awe.
To be continued…
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