Broly was still clutching his water bucket, gulping it down with a loud glug-glug. Hearing Son Goku's words, he took another swig before slowly nodding his head.
"You're drinking so much water. If a fight breaks out in a bit, what are you going to do if you have to piss?" Son Goku couldn't help but tease him, his eyes full of laughter.
"I'll just piss before the fight, won't I?" Broly grinned, revealing two rows of neat teeth with a look of total indifference. After speaking, he raised the bucket again and took another massive gulp.
The battle between Vegeta and Gas was still raging on.
After several exchanges, Vegeta once again fell into a disadvantage. Covered in wounds, he could only passively take the beating.
"Give up your pointless struggling!" Gas slammed Vegeta into the ground with a punch, creating a shallow crater. "To use such a ridiculous technique where you get stronger the more you're hurt—you're literally just seeking death!"
That said, Gas himself began to pant heavily, his chest heaving.
Vegeta's resilience had far exceeded his expectations.
Vegeta climbed up from the ground, gasping for air, but the smile remained on his face as he wiped the blood from his skin. "We're still far from over. This little bit of damage is nothing to me!"
"Is that guy a fucking zombie?" From the distant spaceship, Maki watched with her jaw dropped, unable to stop herself from吐槽. "He's been beaten like that, and he can still get up?"
"Kill him already! Gas! Don't give him another chance!" Oil was also getting anxious, shouting into the communicator with a tone full of urgency.
Bang!
Completely enraged, Gas slammed another heavy punch into Vegeta's face.
Immediately after, as if he had gone mad, Gas unleashed a violent barrage on Vegeta. Every punch hit home, and every strike was accompanied by the dull thud of bones.
Vegeta was knocked to the ground again, his body curled up, looking completely defenseless.
Yet after only a few seconds, Vegeta propped himself up on the ground and climbed back up with a smile, the fighting spirit in his eyes even more intense than before.
"For me, there is no such thing as a limit!" Vegeta roared, charging at Gas once again.
Gas was terrified by this suicidal stance. For a moment, he froze in place, instinctively covering his head with both hands, actually forgetting to counterattack.
However, just as Vegeta reached Gas, his body suddenly went limp, unable to support him any longer.
Thud!
Vegeta's head lolled to the side, and he collapsed to the ground like a pile of mush, completely losing consciousness.
Only then did Gas let out a long sigh of relief, his back already soaked with cold sweat.
Looking at the fallen Vegeta, Gas burst into laughter. "Hahaha! You idiot! This is what happens when you seek your own destruction! Using such a stupid technique and ending up breaking yourself—it really is the most fittingly stupid way for a Saiyan to die!"
As he spoke, light flashed in Gas's hand, condensing into a sharp, long dagger that glinted with a cold, lethal light.
Gas gripped the dagger and drove it toward Vegeta's head with full force.
He was going to settle this trouble once and for all.
Crack!
Just as the dagger was about to touch Vegeta's head, it suddenly shattered, turning into specks of energy that dissipated into the air.
Gas was stunned and whipped his head around to look at the nearby hilltop.
There stood Old Son, his eyes tightly shut, surrounded by a faint silver-white aura.
Just now, it was he who had released an invisible energy shield to block that fatal blow.
"You did this?" Gas reacted instantly, his tone full of rage.
Old Son didn't open his eyes. With just a thought, he controlled Vegeta's body, making it float slowly and land steadily beside him. Then, he raised his hand to lay down an even thicker energy shield, protecting Vegeta within it.
"It looks like the other me has learned the Ultra Instinct that suits him!" Son Goku's eyes lit up with excitement as he rubbed his hands together. "That's really incredible!"
"I drank so much water, but I'm still hungry." Broly rubbed his round belly, his face full of grievance, completely ignoring the fierce battle in front of him.
Son Goku: "..."
Son Goku rolled his eyes helplessly, no longer wanting to discuss the topic of eating with Broly.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Gas could no longer contain his rage. He released several purple-red energy waves from both hands, slamming them toward Old Son's protective shield like cannonballs.
The energy waves crashed into the shield with loud bangs, but they were unable to break through the seemingly thin barrier.
"Do you plan to hide in that shell for the rest of your life? If you have the guts, come out and fight me!" Gas roared at the hilltop, his tone full of frustration.
Snap!
The protective shield around Old Son suddenly vanished. He snapped his eyes open, a flash of realization in his gaze, and a composed smile appeared on his face. "As I thought, this really is what suits me best. Let's give it a try then."
"You're at death's door, and yet you're still so careless!" Gas chuckled, his tone full of contempt. "I'd like to see just what kind of capability you have!"
"That's just the kind of person I am. The more dangerous it gets, the calmer I become." Old Son laughed heartily, leaping lightly and floating in front of Gas like a feather. The silver-white aura around him flowed slowly, without the slightest hint of ostentation.
Boom!
In the next moment, a light as brilliant as the stars erupted from Old Son's body. The light grew more and more intense, dyeing the surrounding night sky silver-white.
"Another transformation? Is it silver or blue this time?" Gas wasn't panicked at all, the contemptuous smile still hanging on his face.
In his view, no matter how strong Old Son's transformation was, it couldn't possibly surpass him, the number one in the universe.
The light around Old Son grew even denser.
Strangely, however, Old Son's hair color didn't change; it remained black, with only a faint silver light flickering between the strands. His gaze became even more ethereal and sharp.
"Isn't the silver hair the strongest state? Why did you turn into this?" Gas finally furrowed his brows, a hint of unease rising in his heart for the first time.
He couldn't understand Old Son's state.
"The previous Ultra Instinct required me to maintain a peaceful heart to use it." A knowing smile appeared on Old Son's face. "But in this state, no matter what my emotions are, I can use the true Ultra Instinct! And right now, my heart is anything but peaceful. I am fucking furious!"
Seeing the composed yet determined smile on Old Son's face, the image of Bardock's face from years ago suddenly flashed in Gas's mind.
When Bardock had fought him back then, he had that same look in his eyes, that same smile.
"Shut the fuck up! I won't allow you to use that expression!" Gas roared. The fear and rage built up in his heart exploded instantly. His body turned into a purple-red streak of light, charging straight at Old Son. His fist, carrying world-destroying power, slammed toward Old Son's face.
Bang!
Both of their fists slammed into each other's faces at the same time.
Old Son's punch was full of power, directly snapping the horn on Gas's head, sending fragments flying.
Gas's punch, however, only grazed Old Son's cheek, failing to cause any damage.
Boom!
The energy released by the two of them shot into the sky, forming a massive energy shockwave that directly blew away Elec and the others' spaceship in the distance.
Elec, Maki, and Oil were pale with fright, quickly flying out of the ship and hovering in the air, watching the battlefield in shock.
Bang!
Gas was sent reeling by Old Son's punch, his body tumbling uncontrollably to the ground. He bounced several times before finally coming to a stop, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
Old Son adjusted his body and charged at Gas again, his speed so fast he left behind a trail of afterimages.
Gas's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly dodged to the side.
Old Son, however, suddenly teleported behind him and delivered a kick that sent him flying high into the sky.
"Kamehameha!"
Old Son condensed energy in both hands, a blue energy wave appearing in his palms. The energy wave grew larger and larger, carrying the sound of whistling wind as it shot toward Gas in the air at extreme speed.
Boom!
The Kamehameha hit its mark perfectly. Gas was blown back, covered in dust, his clothes tattered, and his expression grew even more unsightly.
"What... what the hell just happened?" Gas hovered in mid-air, his expression full of shock.
He hadn't even seen Old Son's movements before he was hit.
"It looks like I've gained the upper hand." A smile appeared on Old Son's face as he shot into the sky, catching up to Gas and unleashing a barrage of punches and kicks.
"Not bad, the other me is fighting really well!" Son Goku commented silently from the side, then whispered to himself, "It seems this kind of Ultra Instinct is the one that truly belongs to him, right? It feels a bit similar to my previous Ultra Instinct Sign, but even more flexible."
Broly stood to the side, still silent, just clutching his water bucket and taking an occasional sip. His eyes, however, were fixed on Old Son, clearly drawn in by this strange Ultra Instinct.
"No, I always feel like there should be an even stronger Ultra Instinct." Son Goku scratched his head, lost in thought, his face full of confusion.
"Ha!"
Old Son suddenly opened his mouth, spitting out a massive ball of silver-white energy. Like a pillar of light, it directly covered Gas.
Gas was instantly blown back, smoke rising from his body and a few strands of his hair scorched. He was absolutely fuming.
"Hahaha! That's fucking hilarious!" Vegeta, lying on the ground, had slowly woken up. Seeing Gas's pathetic state, he couldn't help but laugh. The laughter pulled at his wounds, making him grimace in pain, yet he couldn't stop. "To think that kind of fighting style actually counts as Ultra Instinct? Kakarot, you bastard, you really always manage to come up with some weird shit!"
"This is the power of the number one in the universe that I obtained by sacrificing my dignity to make a wish to the Dragon! How dare you mock me!" Gas was completely enraged, his fury reaching its peak. He quickly condensed energy in both hands, transforming it into all sorts of strange and bizarre weapons.
Swords, spears, axes, and morning stars—they hovered in the air in a dense formation, glinting with a cold light.
Whoosh!
With a wave of his hand, these weapons shot toward Old Son like a rainstorm. Every weapon carried powerful energy, as if they were going to impale him.
Old Son's body flickered flexibly in the air, like a light butterfly, easily dodging the onslaught of all the weapons.
Just then, a giant morning star ten times larger than the previous ones suddenly fell from the sky, blotting out the entire heavens. Carrying the weight of a mountain, it slammed toward Old Son.
Old Son didn't dodge. Instead, he leaped up, jumping onto the morning star. His body flickered flexibly on the hammer's surface a few times before he grabbed the chain and slammed it downward with force. "I'm sending your own weapon back to you!"
The giant morning star reversed direction, slamming toward Gas with full force.
Gas's face changed drastically. He quickly raised both hands, condensing a thick energy shield to block the morning star's attack, his teeth grinding audibly. "This is a hammer I condensed myself! How could I possibly let you hurt me with it!"
Bang!
Taking advantage of the gap while Gas was blocking the morning star, Old Son suddenly appeared behind him and delivered a heavy kick to Gas's chest.
Gas was sent flying on the spot like a broken kite, slamming straight into the distant earth and creating a massive deep crater. He couldn't climb out for a long time.
"Hey, Gas, what the hell are you doing?" Elec flew up and landed beside the crater, looking at the pathetic Gas with a tone full of dissatisfaction.
"Elec?" Gas looked up, his eyes full of confusion, clearly not having recovered from the heavy blow just now.
"What did you become the number one in the universe for? Let's hear it!" Elec grabbed Gas by the neck, lifting him out of the crater, and asked angrily, his tone full of disappointment.
"To... to make the Heeter family the number one organization in the universe!" Gas answered with difficulty, his neck being squeezed so hard he could barely breathe.
"Exactly! To achieve that goal, what must you do?" Elec pressed again, his eyes full of madness.
"Kill... kill the Saiyans!" Gas gritted his teeth, a flash of ruthlessness in his eyes.
"Wrong!" Elec shook his head violently and corrected him sternly. "The one you need to kill is Frieza! Killing the Saiyans is just a part of the process! Don't forget, our ultimate goal is to overthrow Frieza's rule!"
Old Son had also flown over by now. Seeing Elec pressuring Gas like this, he was momentarily speechless. "Hey, I say, there's no need to force him like that, is there? If you want to fight us, we're ready anytime, but forcing your own people like this is a bit much."
"Shut the fuck up, Saiyan! You have no say here!" Elec glared at Old Son, then said in a low voice, "Gas doesn't have a next time. This is his last chance!"
"What do you mean?" Old Son was stunned, a bad premonition rising in his heart.
Boom!
A purple-red energy even more powerful than before suddenly erupted from Gas's body. The energy was violent and scorching, and the surrounding ground began to crack.
Strangely, however, Gas's face began to age at a speed visible to the naked eye. His hair started to turn white, and his eyes were full of exhaustion, yet they also carried a hint of madness.
"He's burning his own life in exchange for powerful energy." Son Goku quickly made the judgment and couldn't help but shake his head. "Why be so persistent? For the sake of being the so-called number one in the universe, you're even throwing away your life."
"If you ask me, just kill the bastard and be done with it. Why go through all that trouble?" Broly took a sip of water and said flatly, his tone full of confusion.
"You... what the hell is wrong with your face?" Old Son looked at Gas's aged face in shock, a hint of pity actually rising in his heart.
Gas didn't answer. The energy on his body grew even more powerful. Suddenly, he reached out into the air, and a massive force acted upon Old Son.
Old Son's body instantly flew toward Gas uncontrollably. His neck felt as if it were being gripped by a giant invisible hand, making him grimace in pain and wear a look of agony.
"I'm going to snap your fucking neck! I'll make you pay for what you just did!" Gas sneered, his eyes full of murderous intent.
Old Son struggled desperately. Suddenly, he used Instant Transmission, appearing behind Gas in the blink of an eye. His fist condensed energy as he slammed it toward Gas's back.
However, Gas's speed was several times faster than before. He whipped around and slammed a punch into Old Son's face.
Old Son felt like his nose was about to be smashed sideways. Blood flowed freely as his body flew backward, slamming heavily into the ground.
Just as Old Son was about to climb up, he found Gas's figure flicker, already appearing behind him. Gas grabbed his shoulders with both hands and slammed him backward with force.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Old Son's body was like a broken kite, smashing through one tree after another before finally slamming into a giant boulder, which shattered instantly.
Whoosh!
With another wave of his hand, Gas's surrounding energy condensed into a massive tornado.
The tornado swept in like a giant beast, pulling Old Son high into the sky and spinning him continuously, as if it were going to tear his body apart.
"Don't even think about escaping!" Gas condensed energy in both hands, a purple-red streak of light appearing in his palms. The light grew thicker and thicker, carrying a terrifying aura as it shot toward Old Son in the air at extreme speed.
Old Son struggled desperately within the tornado. Seeing the incoming light, he hurriedly condensed all his energy, forcibly breaking free from the tornado and dodging to the side.
The purple-red light grazed his chest and shot into the heavens, finally exploding in the distance and forming a massive mushroom cloud.
Boom!
A violent energy shockwave swept out. Caught off guard, Old Son was hit by the blast, instantly losing his balance and falling straight from the sky like a broken kite.
Thud!
A dull impact rang out as Old Son slammed heavily into the ground, creating a shallow crater.
Rubble flew everywhere. Old Son let out a muffled groan, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth; he had clearly taken a hard fall.
"See? As long as he wants to do it, he can still pull it off," Elec stood in the distance, watching the scene with a triumphant smile on his face, his tone full of certainty.
Maki's expression, however, grew increasingly solemn. Her brows were tightly furrowed, and after a moment of silence, she whispered, "Winning is all well and good, but don't you think there's something wrong with the way he looks?"
Just as she finished speaking, the situation on the field changed abruptly.
Snap!
Gas's figure was like lightning, instantly rushing in front of Old Son. He grabbed him by the neck and held him high, letting out a frantic, arrogant laugh from his throat, his eyes full of the pleasure of cruelty.
Immediately after, he condensed a ball of purple-red energy in his left hand, which transformed into a giant fist-shadow, slamming it down hard against Old Son's cheek!
Bang!
Old Son didn't even have a chance to resist. He was sent flying by the punch, his body scrubbing a long trench into the ground.
Dust flew everywhere, and the rocks along the way were smashed to pieces.
"Hahahaha!" Gas landed on the ground, hands on his hips, laughing wildly. He swept a contemptuous gaze toward the fallen Old Son, as if admiring the pathetic state of his prey.
"He looks a lot older, and his aura is unstable," Oil said in a low voice, staring at Gas's face.
"Don't worry, his power hasn't decreased," Elec waved his hand, chuckling with a look of total indifference. "Not only has it not decreased, it's even stronger than before. This is exactly the effect I wanted."
"Huff... huff... huff..."
Old Son propped himself up on the ground and climbed up with difficulty, his chest heaving violently and his breathing heavy.
Not far away, Son Goku watched the version of himself from this world in silence, his brow slightly furrowed.
Broly, meanwhile, was still clutching his large water bucket and drinking. With a few loud glugs, the entire bucket was empty, as if the fierce battle on the field had nothing to do with him.
"Your body and power are already out of balance. Forcing it will only backfire on you," Old Son steadied himself and turned to look at Gas. His voice carried a hint of exhaustion, yet it remained firm.
"Out of balance?" Gas let out a cold laugh, a flash of madness in his eyes. "My power has been sublimated within my body!"
As the words fell, Gas suddenly delivered a kick, the tip of his foot carrying a sharp, piercing wind as it slammed into Old Son's chin!
Crack!
Old Son was sent flying into the air by the kick, performing a somersault in mid-air.
However, Old Son quickly adjusted his posture. A faint blue glow rose around him as he dove down from the sky, fists clenched, aiming for Gas's chest.
Seeing this, Gas also clenched both fists. Purple-red energy condensed on his fists, transforming into two fist-shadows larger than his own body. Grinning, he charged toward Old Son.
The distance between the two grew closer and closer, the roar of the energy collision sounding as if it were right in their ears.
However, just as the two were about to collide.
Whoosh!
A golden streak of light suddenly shot into the sky from the distance, like a sword piercing the darkness. It passed precisely between the two of them, forcibly interrupting the duel.
Everyone present was stunned, instinctively looking toward the source of the light.
There stood Granolah, hovering in mid-air, surrounded by golden energy. His gaze was as sharp as a hawk's; clearly, that streak of light just now had been released by him.
"Granolah?" Seeing him, Old Son's eyes first showed surprise, followed by a hint of joy.
"Tch, damn brat, showing up to get in the way again!" Seeing Granolah, Elec's face instantly darkened, and he cursed through gritted teeth.
Whoosh!
Granolah ignored Elec. His figure flickered, turning into a golden light that rushed in front of Old Son. He threw a punch, actually knocking Old Son straight down from the sky!
Boom!
Old Son slammed into the ground again, kicking up a cloud of dust, the crater deepening even further.
Gas stood in place, completely stunned by this sudden turn of events.
Was he helping him, or helping that Saiyan?
"Hahaha! It looks like his hatred for the Saiyans hasn't vanished!" Seeing this, Elec reacted instantly, laughing madly. "Good! Granolah, you're very wise! As long as you slaughter the Saiyans, I can hire you to work for us again—double the pay!"
To everyone's surprise, Granolah landed beside Old Son, reaching out to help him up. With a solemn expression, he said, "I heard your father's voice in a dream. He hoped I could do what needs to be done now to make up for the mistakes of the past."
Old Son: "..."
Old Son looked at Granolah, momentarily speechless.
If you're going to fight Gas, just go for it. Why the fuck did you hit me?
To be continued…
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