Just looking at the straight ki beam, unlike Muyangâs determination, Saiyan Bazita squealed a bit. A trace of disdain surfaced on his immature face.
He even squeezed his fist towards the Tri-Beam and smashed it.
Bang!
There was a dull sound. As Bazitaâs fist smashed in hard, Muyangâs Tri-Beam was shifted in a row direction, crashing towards the mountain at the other end.
Rumble!
The mountains crumbled, debris splattered, and thick smoke rose as if the sky was falling apart in front of them.
âI canât believe he blocked it!â Muyang couldnât help but draw in his breath. His expression was somewhat incredulous.
The Tri-Beam was already one of the most powerful moves he had ever mastered. Its savage domination could be said to be rivaled by few other moves.
Even strong fighters whose power level surpassed his by a lot would find it difficult to retreat from the Tri-Beamâs blast!
And now⊠it was such a move that could display his full strength to the fullest. However, it was blocked by the Saiyans in front of him.
His heart couldnât help but sink. Right now, his heart was born with the heavy feeling that Piccolo had when he faced Nappa during the Saiyansâ invasion of earth.
No matter what attacks were ineffective, all of it was easily bounced off.
Such different levels of crushing really make people feel hopeless and powerless.
Snap!
After blocking the Tri-Beam, Bazita looked even more aggressive, with seemingly inexhaustible ki on his body.
Sometimes when you thought about it, the Saiyanâs physique was a bit unreasonable. Seeing Bazita instantly leap forward, his entire body was like a raging rhinoceros.
The violent foot force brought up shock waves and air friction, making whooshing sounds.
Bang!!!!
Bazita kicked out and targeted Muyangâs chest.
Pfft!
Muyang couldnât dodge. His hands padded on its feetâ backs, and his body was blown away by Bazitaâs attack.
The tremendous force that entered Muyangâs body caused his face to turn white. A mouthful of blood spurted out, leaving two deep gullies under his feet.
Seeing that his target had been severely injured, Bazita, who had struck a blow, laughed arrogantly. He then moved his body continuously, appearing in front of Muyang once again.
A young face appeared in front of him with a coldness that was not appropriate for his age.
âI donât know what race you are, but since you look so much like Saiyan, Iâll let you die a quick death. No, no, no, that would be boring, letâs just kill you slowly.â
âWhat do you think⊠should I break your leg first, or your arm?â Bazitaâs mouth curled in a faint smile. A grimace flashed across his face.
Afterward, he raised his hand, and the fierce attack descended again.
Bang! Bang!
Muyangâs forehead was covered in a cold sweat. Bazitaâs vicious attack caused his expression to stagnate and his face to turn a little paler. However, Muyang was considered to be a veteran of a hundred battles.
Although he had suffered a significant loss, his reflexes were still there. After taking several heavy blows from his opponent, he used the techniques he had learned from Mr. Popo to avoid the bodyâs vitality temporarily.
âDonât think youâve necessarily won!â Muyang covered the wounds on his body with a calmness on his face that was extremely inconsistent with the situation.
In front of him, the young Saiyan might be a bit stronger, but he wasnât in a desperate situation yet!
If the skill that the earthlings were best at was concealing their ki, then another characteristic couldnât be left out.
That was their use of every trace of ki on their bodies to the point where they were outclassed.
Compared to the plutocratic Saiyans, Muyang still had his most significant advantage!
âOops, I canât believe I dodged that.â
Bazita barred his mouth. He was a little surprised, but the disdain in his eyes was evident. He was confident in his strength.
Bazita looked at Muyang and said indifferently, âSo what if you dodge it now? Itâs just for a moment, letâs see what other tricks you can play!â
âThen⊠please open your eyes and take a good lookâŠâ
Muyang looked at Bazita with a pale face. He smiled grudgingly and suddenly took a deep breath. He then gradually moved every bit of ki in his body.
âNo matter how much it is, Iâll move all the ki in my body!!!â
âAh!â With a painful shout, a vein protruded from Muyangâs forehead. All the muscles of his body followed suit, coiling up.
In this instant, the ki on Muyangâs body rose by a large amount, reaching its maximum destructive power. The intense burst of ki was not a small burden on the body, but now Muyang had no choice.
âTick!â âTick!â âTick!â
The scouter Bazita wore in her ear chirped rapidly. The data displayed above the frame began to rise steadily.
480, 490, 512, 540âŠ.
The ki reaction kept increasing and finally stayed at the value of 540 power level.
âWhatâs going on? He should have used his full strength just now, but why has his power level gone up by a large amount?â Bazita had never encountered a situation like this before. His eyes couldnât help but flicker with confusion.
Although the Saiyansâ power level was also divided into Base Form and Angry State. From the battle just now, the opponent should have already exhausted his full strength. However, now the opponentâs power level had actually increased by so much.
It didnât make sense; it really didnât make sense!
This was too confusing for Bazita.
Soon, a disdain look crept back into his cheeks. Bazitaâs lips curled up, and laughed presumptuously. âHahaha, I donât know how you improved your power level, but do you think you could escape death that way?â
âNo, no, no, you donât stand a chance!â Bazita shook his head, âTo tell you the truth, my power level has already reached 730, and even if you raised it to 540, you wouldnât be a match for me!â
After saying that, as if showing off his power, Bazita released the restrictions on his body.
Suddenly, an overwhelming pressure of oppressive ki made the vegetation shiver. Muyangâs body had also trembled as if a thousand weights had been pressed down on him.
âA match for you or not, arenât we going to know after the fight?â His dark eyes flickered with cold light. Muyang sank and tried his best to resist Bazitaâs pressure.
âI wonder if you know what youâre talking about!â
Seeing that the opponent was still acting like a tough talker even after he had released all of his ki, Bazitaâs killing intent rose once again.
His eyes were bloodshot. His face was slightly fierce, and his body exuded a dark and terrifying yet chaotic aura.
The light wind blew the sand and dust. Bazita and Muyang looked at each other, looking for the right moment to strike.
Phew!
Suddenly, the two figures flashed at the same time, appearing together in the next moment.
Muyangâs attack was very decisive, as he had already used his power to maximum effect. If he was not decisive enough to strike and unable to defeat his opponent, he could only retreat as soon as possible.
One hand stretched forward, the other hand clenched his fist, ready to make up for the blow. Just like what Muyang had always said, his attacks never exhausted his strength; he always kept a share as a preparation.
Fearlessly, the air caved in, and the fierce attack exploded with terrifying ki. Upon facing Muyangâs violent attack, Bazita seemed to be much more at ease.
However, because Muyangâs fighting skills were far superior to Bazitaâs, it made each of Bazitaâs attacks feel like hitting cotton, with a feeling of vain.
This feeling infuriates Bazita!
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Why couldnât you kill the 540 power levels guy in one hit, even when you have 730 power levels?
âThud!â
A violent impact, like a yellow bell, the lingering shockwave spread in all directions. It bent the trees within thousands of meters.
Muyangâs strength was ultimately not as strong as some of Bazitaâs. After the protracted battle, Muyangâs face became more and more ugly. Beating iron still relied on oneself, even with his rich skills; he was still not a match for Bazita.