novelbin Chapter 350: The Winner Has Been Decided
Chapter 350: The Winner Has Been Decided
An immortal body.
The ability to keep learning and growing stronger in the middle of battle.
An opponent like that, in theory, should have been impossible to defeat.
And from the looks of the fight, the battlefield seemed to be proving the Crown Prince's words right.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The new Broly had completely abandoned defense, returning to the most primitive and savage style of combat.
Or rather, after sacrificing his reason in exchange for power, he was now fighting purely on instinct.
Every punch he threw sent tremors through space itself.
For a moment, even the purple-haired Broly was being suppressed, forced backward under the onslaught.
The new Broly slammed a vicious headbutt into the purple-haired Broly's forehead.
Clang!
The purple-haired Broly's body snapped backward and flew away.
The new Broly chased after him immediately, his fists turning into a blur of afterimages as he hammered blow after blow into his opponent's chest and abdomen.
Bang bang bang!
The dull thunder of impact echoed across the entire arena, so dense it made everyone's scalp tingle.
Under the aftershocks of that ferocious exchange, countless trenches were gouged into the arena floor.
The purple-haired Broly's chest caved in from the beating, and the blood he spat stained the sky red.
"How is this possible...?"
On the viewing platform, Caulifla stared in shock.
"That guy was getting beaten down just a moment ago, and then suddenly he became that strong. What is that transformation called?"
"It's not just the transformation," Levos said gravely, his gaze fixed on the arena. "He has a lot of other abilities too."
"Other abilities?" Yamcha asked, confused.
"His regenerative ability is absurd. It's not quite on Zamasu's level, but there's no way someone could reach that just through training alone."
"You mean..."
"That's right," Levos said flatly. "A Dragon Ball wish."
The abnormalities on the new Broly's body naturally hadn't escaped the notice of some of the sharper observers.
After watching for this long, Levos had already pieced together most of what was going on.
That fused transformation of Super Saiyan 4 and Beast Form probably wasn't something the other Broly had created on his own.
More likely, it had been achieved through some kind of Dragon Ball wish under very specific conditions.
Just as he was thinking that, a somewhat ingratiating voice echoed inside his mind.
It was Shenron Aodebiao.
"You guessed right, Lord Levos. That guy really is carrying the power of a lot of Dragon Ball wishes."
"For example: immortality, eternal youth, increased potential limits, enhanced learning ability, and the forced ability to master the techniques of other powerful fighters..."
"In that timeline, every one of those Saiyans has five or six wishes on them that were used to strengthen their bodies."
Levos had not expected the dragon to know their background so clearly, or to be able to communicate with him so freely.
Most of what Aodebiao had just listed, Levos had already guessed.
"Then do you know what Dragon Balls they used to make those wishes?"
"The traces on them show only Earth's Dragon Balls," Aodebiao replied immediately, and with absolute certainty.
"They never used the Namekian Dragon Balls or the Super Dragon Balls?"
"No."
That meant Emperor Vegeta of that timeline was not truly invincible after all.
But it also reminded Levos of something.
The existence of the Super Dragon Balls was an enormous unstable factor.
If every villain were able to get stronger over and over through wishes from the Super Dragon Balls, just like Zamasu had, then how could anyone possibly keep up?
Unfortunately, Levos had no solution to that problem yet.
Back in the arena—
The purple-haired Broly, who had been knocked away, abruptly halted himself just before crashing into the barrier.
He lowered his head, and from within him rose an even more terrifying, even purer aura of violent brutality.
The sneering grin and mocking expression from before were gone.
In their place remained nothing but absolute fury.
"Good."
"You've made me angry."
Boom!
The purple aura of Ultra Ego exploded upward at once.
His long purple hair stretched even farther, now falling to his waist.
Ultra Ego Full Power!
This was the form with which he had once effortlessly defeated the evil Saiyan Cumber and endured Levos's so-called "Super Saiyan 5."
At that moment, Broly's aura stunned every God of Destruction present.
This was not surpassing them.
This was overwhelming them completely.
"That... that power!"
Heles cried out in disbelief, her face full of shock.
"Impossible! How can a mortal's power reach this level?!"
Champa slumped weakly against the back of his spectator seat, looking as if life had lost all meaning.
"What is it with every Broly being this terrifying...?"
The new Broly seemed to sense the danger, and his attacks instantly became even more frenzied.
He drove a punch forward, and silver-gray energy swept out toward his opponent like a storm.
The purple-haired Broly simply raised his right hand.
And spread his five fingers.
Pff.
A small sound rang out.
That fist, which carried overwhelming might, had been caught in his hand.
The dark violet aura began to burn along that arm.
In the new Broly's blank white eyes, there seemed to flicker a trace of confusion... and fear.
His instincts were warning him to retreat.
It was as if something about his opponent exerted a suppression that came directly from bloodline itself.
"It's over."
The purple-haired Broly vanished.
In the next moment, he appeared behind the new Broly.
No flashy technique.
Just a simple hand strike.
His hand swept lightly across the back of the new Broly's neck.
Shhk—
A huge head flew into the sky.
Blood sprayed upward like a fountain.
But the headless body did not fall.
At the severed neck, flesh buds writhed frantically, as if trying to regrow a new head.
"So what if you have immortality?"
The purple-haired Broly's voice was ice-cold and utterly devoid of emotion.
He extended one finger, and at its tip condensed a tiny dark-purple sphere of energy.
"Then I'll destroy you until not a single cell remains."
"Hakai—!"
The energy sphere burst at once.
It transformed into countless rays of destruction, completely engulfing the headless body of the new Broly.
There was no violent explosion.
Only silent annihilation.
The new Broly's body broke apart inch by inch, disintegrating into the smallest particles before vanishing into the air.
Even the severed head still suspended in the sky was reduced to nothing.
Destruction was consuming him faster than regeneration could restore him.
At last, the arena was left empty.
It was as if the new Broly had never existed at all.
The viewing stands fell into complete silence.
Only after a long while did the Gods of Destruction come back to themselves.
"That really was a destruction technique!"
"A mortal actually mastered something like that?"
"I don't know how he trained that Hakai power, but it's stronger than what we've cultivated over tens of millions of years..."
"Fortunately, he triggered the no-killing rule."
Just then, Full Metal Cell Max appeared in that arena without warning.
Then he stopped the purple-haired Broly before he could act again.
"You can't destroy the remaining tissue too. If you do, you'll lose your eligibility for the match."
As he spoke, he bent down and picked up a writhing severed limb at their feet.
Then Full Metal Cell Max announced that the Broly of this timeline had won.
After that, he left the arena carrying that still-moving piece of flesh.
The battle between the two Brolys came to an abrupt and unexpected end.
And the destruction displayed by this timeline's Broly left an extraordinarily deep impression on every powerful fighter present.
Meanwhile, in another arena, one of the most anticipated matches of all was also approaching its conclusion.
Son Goku versus Kakarot.
Boom!
The blue Kamehameha and the dark-purple Destruction Kamehameha were still locked in a dead clash.
The terrifying energy storm had ripped apart the ground, and the entire arena was already nothing more than a field of ruins.
Sweat beaded across Goku's forehead.
Against the opponent's attack infused with the power of destruction, even his Super Saiyan 4 Full Power state was beginning to strain.
"Is that really all you've got?"
Kakarot's voice was full of disappointment.
"You're far too weak."
The moment he finished speaking, he suddenly dispersed his own energy beam.
Goku froze for a second, unable to pull back in time, and his blue beam shot straight toward Kakarot.
Yet before the beam could touch him, Kakarot's figure vanished like a ghost.
Not good!
Alarms screamed in Goku's head.
He spun around sharply, only to find a fist wrapped in purple aura rapidly enlarging in his vision.
Bang!
The punch landed squarely on his face.
The force sent his whole body flying away.
"Kh..."
Goku spat out a bloody mouthful of saliva and shook his dazed head.
So fast.
And this guy's way of fighting...
"You don't understand combat at all," Kakarot said as he slowly walked toward him, looking down from above.
"Your fighting is full of unnecessary movements. Unnecessary emotions."
"You enjoy battle."
"I end it."
Goku grinned and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"You're right."
"But if you can't enjoy fighting, then what's the point?"
Boom!
His aura surged again as he rushed forward on his own initiative.
"Naive."
Kakarot spat out the word with disdain.
As Goku threw a heavy punch, Kakarot simply tilted slightly and dodged with ease.
At the same time, his hand chopped down toward Goku's wrist joint.
Goku was startled and hurriedly tried to retract and change his move.
But Kakarot's attacks followed him like a shadow, unbroken and relentless.
Every one of them was precise.
Every one of them was lethal.
Eye gouges, throat grabs, groin strikes, attacks to the back of the knee—
Every move abandoned any sense of beauty, existing only to destroy an enemy with maximum efficiency.
Goku was forced back again and again.
Every action he made, the other man had already anticipated.
The combat skill Goku had always been proud of was worthless in front of him.
After barely avoiding another strike, Goku finally couldn't help asking,
"Why is your fighting filled with killing intent?"
"Because the weak don't deserve to live," Kakarot answered coldly. "In the world I come from, mercy is the original sin."
He did not care about fair play in the slightest. While talking, he suddenly fired off a front kick without warning.
It slammed brutally into Goku's stomach.
"Ugh!"
Goku's body folded over like a shrimp.
"You're too naive."
Kakarot seized Goku by the throat and hoisted him into the air.
"With a personality like yours, you could never survive in the universe."
In his other hand, the light of Ultra Ego gathered over his clenched fist.
"Let me teach you the one true principle of combat."
"And that is—never show your enemy the slightest mercy!"
Bang!
The punch landed squarely in Goku's chest.
The pink aura of Super Saiyan 4 Full Power shattered at once.
Goku's pupils lost focus.
Then the light in them faded.
Kakarot let go, and Goku's limp body dropped to the ground.
"Son Goku—unable to continue fighting."
"Winner: Kakarot."
Full Metal Cell Max declared the result.
All the Earth fighters on the viewing platform were stunned.
Bardock looked at the two sons, whose personalities were completely opposite, with a deeply complicated expression.
"Kakarot..."
...
In the arena of Gohan versus Wild Beast—
There were no beam struggles here.
Only the most savage form of close-quarters brutality.
The two fighters in Beast Form smashed into each other again and again in an arena already reduced to rubble.
Gohan's expression was razor-sharp.
He was doing everything he could to analyze every movement his opponent made.
But the more he analyzed, the heavier his heart became.
The other man's fighting had no logic, no structure—he was like a true wild beast, driven purely by instinct.
And yet precisely because of that lack of logic, every attack managed to seal off all of Gohan's escape routes.
"Haha! What are you thinking about? Are you trying to figure out how to beat me?"
Wild Beast forced Gohan back with a single punch, a strange smile on his face.
"It's useless. The gap between us is way too big."
"I only kept talking because I wanted to play with you a little longer before knocking you out."
Gohan's heart shook violently.
He was already fighting with extreme difficulty, yet the other man still had more to spare.
Wild Beast's nonstop chatter battered not only his body, but his will.
"This is really boring. You're just like all the others—too scared to talk back to me?"
Gohan clenched his teeth, refusing to let the other man's words shake his resolve.
He suddenly raised his energy to the highest point and unleashed his strongest strike at Wild Beast's chest.
But Wild Beast did not dodge.
He let Gohan's punch land on him, while at the same time driving his own fist into Gohan's shoulder.
Crack!
Bone shattered.
Gohan's shoulder blade broke instantly, and the pain made him grunt, halting his momentum.
Wild Beast, on the other hand, merely had his chest cave slightly inward—only for it to restore itself in the very next second.
He didn't even frown from the pain.
Instead, he smiled even wider.
"See? You still don't have it in you."
"When you hit me, you were still holding back. You were afraid that if you went all out, you might accidentally kill me."
"But me?"
He licked his lips.
"All I want is to devour you. Leave not even your bones behind."
"Only by eating you can I become stronger."
"In our world, if you don't consume your enemy down to the last scrap, you can't even sleep at night."
Gohan's pupils contracted.
He could neither understand it nor accept it.
Another version of himself had become such a monster—one who delighted in devouring his own kind.
What exactly had happened to him?
How had he turned into something so evil?
When Gohan imagined the countless lives this version of himself must have slaughtered in his own timeline, killing intent slowly began to rise in his eyes.
"Yes! That's it! Let your killing intent out! Come on, use your strongest move and kill me!"
Wild Beast stopped attacking and spread his arms wide, standing there in place.
Energy began to gather at Gohan's fingertips, his aura climbing higher and higher.
His momentum reached its peak.
This strike would decide everything.
"Special Beam Cannon—!"
Gohan roared, pouring all the power inside him into the spiraling beam of light, which blasted straight through Wild Beast's chest.
"Oh? A very strong attack. But unfortunately, you still can't kill me."
Wild Beast disappeared from where he stood.
When he appeared again, he was already behind Gohan.
With no flourish at all, he simply drove his fist forward, punching straight through Gohan's chest.
"I'm curious," he whispered, "with the exact same wound... can you survive it?"
Gohan's pupils lost focus, and he collapsed unconscious.
Son Gohan had lost the ability to continue fighting.
Winner: Wild Beast.
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