As the word "Begin!" echoed through the arena, Yun Che and Yuanba surged forward, their auras flaring as they collided in the center with a thunderous clash of fists and forearms.
"Nice one, my boy," Yun Che grinned, his tone light, even playful. Yuanba clenched his teeth, locking eyes with him.
"Then let's take it up a notch."
With a sudden burst of force, Yun Che disengaged, and the two began exchanging blows at blistering speed—fists, elbows, knees, and kicks flashing faster than most eyes could follow. Though Yun Che was holding back, his attacks were methodical, clean, deliberate—testing Yuanba, pushing him.
Each strike echoed through the arena like war drums, resounding with impact and momentum. Yuanba, to the surprise of many, was adapting—adjusting his stance, refining his blocks, stepping into each clash instead of recoiling.
The crowd began to lean forward, mouths agape, as what they expected to be a one-sided show became something far more dazzling. Two figures danced in fierce rhythm, their close-quarters combat a spectacle of rising skill and instinct.
Yun Che's inner thoughts burned with pride. He's learning. He's actually learning in the middle of battle.
Then—boom!—a powerful double strike forced them both to leap back, only to charge again, fists colliding in a shockwave of sound and spirit.
The crowd had fallen into complete silence.
No cheers, no gasps—just wide eyes and held breath.
Hundreds of blows exchanged in mere minutes. A symphony of fists and feet. Every strike, every clash of bodies echoed like rolling thunder across the arena. It was a brutal ballet of power and instinct, too fast for most to follow, yet impossible to look away from.
"The fight's starting to get good," a familiar voice chimed in lazily.
Kon had finally escaped from being a chew toy in the inner world—freed from the playful torment of Yun Che's angelic Zanpakuto spirits. He'd lounged through picnic sessions, watched spirit duels, and now, unable to resist the pull of the real world, he peeked out—soul-side only—to enjoy the fight live.
Not far away, Jasmine had emerged in her tiny soul-sized form, invisible to mortal eyes. Perched calmly on Retsu's shoulder, she crossed her arms and watched in sharp silence.
Below, on the battlefield, fists collided again. This time, Yun Che didn't block—he allowed Yuanba's strike to land cleanly, his own fist crashing into Yuanba's face in return. A brutal trade. A warrior's test.
The shock of the simultaneous impact didn't even register to the crowd—they were too mesmerized by the sheer tempo of the match. One second Yuanba was in front of Yun Che—bam!—the next, he vanished in a flash, appearing behind him. A strike flew—only for Yun Che to blink away, countering mid-turn.
Then the real fight began.
Teleportation. Blurring speed. Counters and counter-counters. Each time Yun Che raised the tempo, Yuanba followed. His footwork refined. His strikes became cleaner, more purposeful. The instincts of a brawler, honed in real time against a master.
Yun Che smirked mid-exchange. "Now you're getting it."
He kicked the speed up a notch, just enough to widen the gap again.
On the spectator platform, Jasmine's eyes gleamed with interest. "That boy really is growing… Impressive. As expected from someone bearing the Tyrannical Emperor's Profound Veins."
"Ufuu… it's fast. Yuanba's really growing stronger," Retsu responded through the mind link, eyes shining with sisterly pride.
Mai, meanwhile, could hardly believe what she was seeing. Her lips parted, heart racing. The shy, kind Yuanba she'd known—was now a whirlwind of muscle, speed, and tenacity. He was catching up.
The thunderous clash of fists echoed through the arena like war drums.
Unlike the elegant and deadly dance between Xia Qingyue and Retsu—full of graceful weapon techniques and slow, calculated strikes—this battle was raw, fast, and primal. Pure hand-to-hand combat. No blades. No powers. Just fists, grit, and heart.
And it was beautiful.
Yun Che and Xia Yuanba moved with such speed that their silhouettes blurred, their bodies occasionally lifting off the ground as if their momentum alone defied gravity. Their limbs moved faster than most eyes could follow, fists clashing, blocking, weaving through each other like streams in a raging river.
The crowd could only gape, utterly frozen in awe.
Then—flash! Yun Che vanished.
He reappeared behind Yuanba.
Yuanba spun instinctively to counter—but he was gone again.
Boom!
A solid strike landed between his shoulder blades, sending him skidding across the arena floor. Dust and stone flew as he struggled to stabilize himself mid-slide, planting his foot with a growl and shooting forward like a cannonball.
Yun Che was already waiting, arms raised—and they clashed again. Fist met fist. Block met strike. A storm of blows raged between them once more.
Up in the stands, Mai stood up—hands clenched, eyes wide.
Then—"Let's go, Yuanba!!" she shouted like a soccer mom on game day. "Keep pushing! Kick his butt a little!"
Several heads turned in surprise… then smiled. Her cheeks puffed as she stomped her feet, shouting support with everything she had. Retsu and Mio covered their mouth, giggling. Nemu softly muttered, "She's getting into it."
Even Jasmine, still invisible on Retsu's shoulder, cracked a faint smirk.
Below them, the battle raged on.
Two brothers-in-arms—one teaching, one learning—each blow a lesson, each block a breakthrough.
Yuanba surged forward again, his golden aura flaring as he attempted another strike. Yun Che casually vaulted upward, evading the blow—but this time, Yuanba anticipated it.
Flash!
He teleported mid-leap and appeared behind Yun Che, locking his arms around him in a grapple.
"Gotcha!" Yuanba roared.
Up in the stands, Mai jumped to her feet, both hands cupped around her mouth. "YES! GET HIM! CHOKE SLAM!!"
Retsu, Mio, Nemu, and even Cang Yue collectively sweat dropped, turning to look at her like she'd completely lost her noble image. Thank God they're in the Blue Wind Imperial Family seating zone.
"Ufuu… She's so into this," Retsu murmured.
"She's more fired up than the actual fighters, Nee-sama" Nemu added.
Back in the arena, Yun Che smirked mid-air. "Not bad, my boy..."
With a burst of power, he flexed and broke free of the hold, twisting his body to drive a sharp elbow into Yuanba's cheek. Crack! The force sent him spinning, but Yun Che didn't stop there—he teleported once again and landed a powerful kick to Yuanba's back, launching him across the air.
But Yuanba flipped mid-flight and roared, increasing his speed in a golden streak as he launched himself back at Yun Che.
BOOM!
Their fists collided squarely against each other's cheeks—shockwaves rippling from the impact.
The crowd gasped.
Yuanba staggered, breath ragged but eyes burning with fighting spirit. Yun Che barely moved, the corner of his lip curving in admiration.
"Heh… that's more like it."
While Yuanba's strike hadn't even left a scratch on Yun Che, the fact that he kept adapting, kept pushing forward, made Yun Che proud. He was holding back, yes—but this wasn't just a spar. It was training. Growth.
And Yuanba was rising.
The clash resumed—fist meeting fist, blow for blow, neither of them relenting. With each strike, the two slowly rose into the air, their auras colliding like thunderclouds on the verge of eruption.
Eyes widened. Mouths stayed open. The arena was frozen in collective awe.
Then—BOOM!
A final punch met knuckle to knuckle. The collision ignited a shockwave that cracked through the air like a cannon blast. Dust rippled outward from the center as both Yun Che and Yuanba were flung apart, landing smoothly on opposite ends of the arena.
Yun Che stood tall, his arms relaxed at his sides, a wide smirk on his lips.
Yuanba, panting slightly, clenched his fists—and smirked right back.
For a moment, silence.
Then the crowd exploded.
Cheers roared through the stands. Shocked gasps turned into thunderous applause. Some even shouted disbelief—people couldn't wrap their heads around what they'd just seen.
"Impossible…!"
"He kept up with him?!"
Even Qin Wushang stood up in disbelief. His eyes were locked on the young man he once thought would enter the tournament, entering the tournament in the last minute—trading blows with Yun Che despite the latter was holding back a lot.
He trembled with emotion. "Yuanba… actually went toe to toe with him…"
The cheers reached a crescendo as shock morphed into awe.
"He's from Blue Wind Profound Palace, isn't he?!"
"That can't be right… someone like him? From a middle-tier sect?!"
Meanwhile, the patriarchs and envoys began whispering to their aides.
"Make inquiries immediately. If Blue Wind Profound Palace has a disciple like that… we must either recruit him or…" one elder from a top-tier sect narrowed his eyes.
"Or what?" a younger disciple asked.
"…Or ensure he doesn't fall into a rival's hands."
However, Yuanba is probably under the protection of his palace, his master and more importantly, the Blue Wind Imperial Family. They could only wish to be able to recruit him, let alone touch him.
In the middle of it all, Xia Qingyue watched in quiet disbelief.
Her brother—her little brother who once could not even cultivate—now stood in the center of the arena, having just exchanged hundreds of blows with her husband… and held his own.
He's even better and faster than her in terms of hand-to-hand combat.
It was overwhelming. And yet, her lips curled into the softest of smiles.
He had struggled. He had grown. And now he was seen not as a burden… but as a rising star.
But that pride slowly gave way to concern.
These people—these great sects—were already eyeing him like a pack of wolves discovering a golden sheep among chickens. She could sense it. She had been in those positions before.
"Yuanba…" she murmured, her violet eyes narrowing slightly. "You've become strong… father would be proud…"
"Wow… Aniki," Yuanba panted, a wide grin spreading across his face as he caught his breath. "I never knew I could keep up with your lessons."
Yun Che chuckled, flicking his wrist. "You're doing better than I expected. But maybe it's time I stop holding back a bit."
Yuanba raised his fists again, eyes gleaming with newfound confidence. "Bring it, Aniki!"
The moment they clashed again, however, the mood shifted. It became clear that Yun Che had indeed upped the tempo—his blows sharper, his movements tighter, faster.
Yuanba's fists met air. His blocks came milliseconds too late.
Clack! A strike to his side.
Wham! Another blow slipped through to his shoulder.
"Wha—!?"
And then—
BOOM.
A clean, resounding hit landed straight in Yuanba's stomach. The force was just enough to wind him but not injure—Yun Che was still holding back. Yuanba staggered back, eyes wide in surprise as he and fell on his stomach a few meters from Yun Che.
"Ugh… okay… that was cheating…" he gasped, wheezing out a weak laugh.
Yun Che grinned and crouched beside him, offering a hand. "Lesson one: confidence is good. But never challenge your master to go full throttle unless you're ready for the pain."
Yuanba grabbed his hand and pulled himself up. "Heh… Noted. There's no way for me to match you."
"There is one… sort of," Yun Che said, his tone suddenly serious. "You need to access that form of yours—the golden aura."
Yuanba blinked. "You mean… that one?"
"The same," Yun Che nodded. "But listen. You don't need to imagine Mai getting hurt again to trigger it."
Yuanba's face twitched, a faint grimace forming. That memory was raw.
Yun Che's eyes sharpened. "Did you know… your transformation is incomplete?"
"Incomplete?" Yuanba asked, stunned. "I thought that was all there is to it."
"Nope. That form you've used? It's just the False State—a fragment. There's more. Much more. It's divided into three levels: False, Complete, and Full Power… or as I call it, Perfected."
He patted Yuanba's shoulder, a smirk tugging at his lips. "And today, I'll help you take that next step."
Yuanba looked at him like he'd been hit by a lightning bolt. "How do you even know all this about my powers?!"
"Don't ask questions," Yun Che said with a playful shrug. "Just do."
By now, the crowd was abuzz with whispers. They watched intently as Yuanba stood still, closing his eyes. Slowly, the ground beneath his feet began to rumble.
He began to focus—not on rage… not on pain… but on clarity. Resolve.
A low hum of energy began to gather. His aura flickered like golden fire.
Back at the stands, Mai gripped the railing tightly, eyes wide with concern—and anticipation.
"Yuanba…" Xia Qingyue whispered, shocked at the rising pressure. This isn't the same energy as before.
Cang Yue, Retsu, and even Jasmine in her soul form turned their attention forward.
He wasn't just awakening.
He was ascending.
"Now… did you feel that tingly sensation on your back?" Yun Che asked, his voice calm but edged with purpose.
Yuanba's eyes widened. "H-How do you know about that?"
Yun Che's smirk deepened. "Because that feeling means your energy is shifting—gathering toward the center. It's not just a reflex, it's a sign of potential… untapped."
Yuanba's breath caught in his throat.
"Back when you fought Ling Jie, you released it too early. That's why you only accessed the False State. This time, hold it. Focus it. Don't let it explode—contain it, refine it, and turn it into something more."
Yuanba closed his eyes, sweat beading on his forehead as he did exactly that. His body trembled. Beneath his feet, the ground began to quake. A low rumble coursed through the arena, and marble tiles shifted ever so slightly from the growing pressure.
Yun Che stood still, arms folded, a knowing grin on his face. He's doing it.
"RRAAAAHH!!!" Yuanba roared, and the entire arena trembled as a massive shockwave exploded outward from within him. Energy burst from his body like a geyser, raw and untamed. The winds howled. The sky seemed to darken for a moment.
Gasps filled the stands. Even the spectators from the great sects were stunned. This was no ordinary breakthrough—this was something primal.
Xia Qingyue's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. That power… it's so raw… wild… unlike anything I've ever felt. Her own cultivation was refined, gentle, and spiritual. But Yuanba's? It was like an untamed beast—ferocious and devastating. She could sense it in a way the others couldn't.
Was it their sibling bond? Or something deeper?
Retsu, Mio, and Nemu all exchanged shocked looks. They had seen power. They had felt it. But this… this was different. Yuanba's energy didn't come with elegance or precision—it came like an earthquake splitting the earth open.
"The aura…" Mio whispered. "It's not the same as before."
"It's purer," Nemu added. "More complete."
"Sugoi!!! This looks even better than watching from afar." Kon shouted before he was pulled by Mei to play with her.
From the stands, the marbles of the arena began to levitate, pulled by the unstable but rising gravitational pressure of Yuanba's power. Each passing second, the vibrations increased as the audience looked on in awe and dread.
Even top elders from sects like Xiao Sect, Burning Heaven Clan, and even the Heavenly Sword Villa stood up, their eyes sharp and calculating.
This power… we must investigate further.
Could this boy be swayed to join us?
Blue Wind Profound Palace doesn't deserve a monster like this.
Qin Wushang, watching from beside the Cang Wanhe, looked as if he had seen a ghost. "Yuanba… just what did Yun Che do to you…?"
Yuanba gritted his teeth, his teal eyes glowing brightly. His veins pulsed with gold as the transformation deepened. But unlike last time, there was control.
Yun Che watched with admiration. Just as I thought… That tweak I made to his Tyrannical Emperor Veins—it worked.
Unlike Qingyue's ability to store power within her unique inner world, Yuanba had something different: a charge. A literal buildup of energy over time, growing denser, heavier—until it reached critical mass. A dangerous ability, one people would kill to prevent from maturing.
But now?
Now it was too late.
Yuanba had taken the next step.
His eyes glowed a brilliant teal, not from rage—but from power awakening from the depths of his very core. Then, without warning, his hair began to rise slowly, caught in the currents of his own spiritual energy. The silver strands shimmered in midair… and then flickered—between silver and radiant gold, as though the heavens themselves couldn't decide what he had become.
Flicker… silver.
Flicker… gold.
Flicker. Flicker.
It pulsed like a heartbeat, like a light bulb struggling to stay lit—or preparing to burst.
Crackles of lightning slithered across his skin and aura, dancing wildly around him. They were faint, like sparks from an unstable core. But they were there—real and dangerous.
The audience could only gape in silence. Some even forgot to breathe.
No one could feel his cultivation… not clearly. And that made it worse. Because what they could feel was something ancient, oppressive, and untamed—like a god was standing before them, barely held together in human form.
Ling Jie staggered back unconsciously, jaw hanging open.
He wasn't even serious when he fought me…?
That wasn't even his final form?
The realization hit him like a hammer. His pride, which had just begun to recover, crumbled all over again.
Xia Qingyue held her breath, her heart pounding as she watched her little brother's power evolve before her eyes. His body is raw, violent, and overflowing… and yet, he's holding it together.
"RAAAHHH!!!"
Yuanba's roar thundered like a beast finally tearing free from its chains. His entire body ignited in golden light—blazing, overwhelming, divine. His hair shifted completely now, the last strands of silver vanishing into radiant gold. Lightning cracked from his fingertips to his shoulders, dancing with wild abandon as the transformation reached its peak.
Behind his back, the energy he'd gathered coalesced into a single, blinding point—then detonated outward.
"Now! Release it!" Yun Che's voice cut through the air as he sensed it—the threshold had been crossed.
And Yuanba did.
"RAAAAAAAAAHHH!!"
A blinding shockwave erupted from his body, like the sun exploding at midday. The golden light devoured the entire arena, bathing the coliseum in a holy brilliance. Wind howled. Stone cracked. The very sky seemed to tremble.
The ground shook beneath the feet of every spectator. The solid marble floor of the arena rose in pieces, floating like debris caught in the eye of a storm. Dozens of the arena's stone tiles cracked or hovered midair under the sheer force of Yuanba's awakening.
The world held its breath.
When the light finally receded, all eyes turned toward the center of the arena.
And then they saw him.
Xia Yuanba stood tall, unmoving—no longer the trembling boy with uncertain fists. His physique had refined itself, no longer oversized and raw, but sculpted and perfectly balanced. Muscle—controlled. Aura—contained. Energy—alive.
His hair was now a majestic gold, flowing upward and crackling faintly with arcs of lightning. His eyes—those burning, unwavering teal eyes—glowed with calm confidence, a storm hidden beneath still waters.
A warrior had descended.
Silence gripped the arena before it was shattered.
The audience erupted.
Shouts, gasps, and cries filled the stadium as sect elders, masters, and disciples all rose to their feet. The powerful stood stunned—sect masters of prestigious clans frozen in place.
"What… what kind of power is this!?"
"That's not the gold aura from before… this is something else entirely!"
"Is this… is this the final form from before?!"
"Impossible! That physique… that aura… how could the Blue Wind Profound Palace nurture something like this?!"
The talk of recruitment, stealing, and even marriage proposals sparked like wildfire in hushed whispers.
On the upper balcony, Xia Qingyue had already risen to her feet, eyes wide. Her calm demeanor cracked as she stared down at her younger brother, her heart skipping a beat.
So this… is your true form, Yuanba?
Unlike the rest, she could feel it more clearly than anyone else—the raw, untamed, and destructive force humming within her brother. It was entirely different from her own refined, elegant power. His was like a golden tempest—violent, primal… divine.
Back with Yun Che's party, even Retsu, Mio, Nemu, and Cang Yue were left breathless.
"Ara…His power just entirely increased. Amusing…" Retsu whispered, eyes soft with admiration. "Should he lost, his battle with me tomorrow will be entirely amusing."
"It is, Nee-sama. He's evolving under Yuu-sama's teaching." Nemu added, blinking and she began jolting some notes. "Too fast for any standard measurement."
"Ufufu… at this rate, he'll catch up to any geniuses in this world," Mio mused.
Yun Che crossed his arms, a proud grin spreading across his face as he looked at his student—no, his little brother-in-law. He finally completed the form he was meant to match ever since he met him. The form of the Tyrannical Emperor Profound Vein. His muscles grew because of his power constantly gaining and he needed a release outlet. This was part of the veins' power, but he modified them to release in a form of changed evolution.
"Let's see what you can really do now," he said softly, golden flames beginning to flicker around his own fists in response.
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[Ding! – Complete Version of Tyrannical Emperor Veins Activated]
[Xia Yuanba has ascended to the Complete Form.]
→ Cultivation Level: +4
→ Current Level: 38 – Eight Level of Spirit Profound Realm.
→ Combat Prowess: Peak of Spirit Profound Realm.
→ Classification: S (Extreme Physical Dominance)
→ Amplification: Energy Output x4 | Sensory Acuity x4 | Physical Strength x4
Physique Adjusted:
→ Muscle mass optimized for maximum power-to-speed ratio.
→ Body reverted to a sleek, athletic build—refined and battle-ready.
→ Hair color stabilized: Gold.
→ Eyes: Teal – Emitting sovereign intensity.
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Qin Wushang stood up. His disciple was evolving in the middle of a battle? "I really found a gem among coals. If brother is here, he might regret giving Yuanba to me."
"This is it…" Yun Che said, a small grin tugging at his lips. "The complete version."
Xia Yuanba has always had the ability to fight two levels above him. With additional two levels from Super Saiyan, he can fight those of Peak Spirit Profound Realm.
Yuanba's chest heaved as golden light still shimmered faintly around him. His eyes, now a striking teal, stared down at his hands, trembling with a kind of wonder and disbelief.
"Aniki… this… this power… What is it!?" Yuanba's voice cracked slightly, overwhelmed. "My body… it feels so light. I feel like I can take on the world!"
He suddenly dashed forward—lightning-quick. Then he leapt into the air and flipped effortlessly, leaving golden trails behind his motion. He landed with a thunderous crack, cracking the marble beneath his feet just by touching down.
He clenched his fists.
His strength had solidified—controlled, precise, and explosive.
Each movement, faster.
Each breath, deeper.
He was no longer just raw potential—he had form.
Yun Che watched him with amused pride. "Well… if I had to name it, I'd say you look like a Super Saiyan."
Yuanba blinked. "Super… what?"
"Super Saiyan." Yun Che grinned. "You're not a Saiyan, but it checks out."
To the others, Yun Che might've sounded mad—referencing things no one else understood—but to him, it was a nostalgic joy. Yuanba now resembled an adult Trunks in full power, and the similarity made the inner otaku in Yun Che beam with satisfaction.
Yuanba chuckled, flexing his glowing fists. "I don't know what that means, but… I love it."
The golden light around him intensified again—not in pressure, but in presence.
The moment Xia Yuanba's power exploded across the arena, the entire arena stood frozen in disbelief. The blast of golden light had been blinding—sacred, almost divine. When the glow receded, all eyes were locked onto the youth standing tall at the arena's center.
His body radiated an overwhelming pressure.
His golden hair shimmered like sunfire.
His teal eyes glowed like twin stars.
And his aura—raw, primal, and unyielding—roared louder than any beast.
Not a single person was sitting.
"W-What is this aura?" Ling Wugou whispered while gripping the railing tightly.
"That's not a bloodline we recognize… is it?" Fen Moli muttered, his voice trembling. "Impossible... This child wasn't even considered a genius!"
Heads turned toward the Blue Wind Profound Palace seats, where Qin Wushang, Yuanba's teacher, looked just as stunned as the rest.
"That's... Yuanba?! How... when did he...?"
The air was thick with tension and hungry eyes.
Even Xiao Juetian leaned forward, his expression unreadable.
"No sect reported this boy possessing any divine physique," he muttered.
But amid the awe and scheming, one figure didn't move.
Xia Qingyue, stared in stunned silence from the Frozen Cloud Asgard seating zone.
She could feel it. Not just with her senses—but with her heart. His hidden aura increased directly to Peak of Spirit Profound Realm.
"Yuanba… what have you become…?"
Unlike the others, she could understand it—not through logic, but instinct.
His power was raw. Untamed. Destructive.
A polar opposite of her refined, graceful cultivation.
Yet there was… harmony in that contrast.
Is it because of our bond? Or… because I'm beginning to fall behind?
Her hand subconsciously reached for the hilt of Ice Phoenix Snowflower Ribbon. Even her brother is slowly getting better.
Meanwhile, the crowd finally erupted in full chaos—cheers, confusion, even fear.
To many, Xia Yuanba had transformed from a simple, muscular youth into an overwhelming force of nature.
And not a single soul could explain it.
Because none of them knew—
Xia Yuanba was born with the legendary, long-lost... Tyrannical Emperor Profound Veins.
Despite the overwhelming display of light, pressure, and aura… murmurs of doubt began to ripple through the crowd.
At first, there was silence—shock, awe, disbelief.
But then—
"Wait a minute… His cultivation level didn't rise at all."
"Yeah… I can't feel any difference. Is this just flashy nonsense?"
"Tch. Probably just some cheap secret art meant to look impressive."
The mood started to shift.
From the outer sects to some of the top elders, many began squinting skeptically, trying to probe deeper with their spiritual senses… but found nothing they could grasp.
"It's just golden hair and dramatic lights. That doesn't mean power."
"What kind of transformation makes that much noise but shows no substance?"
"He's just bluffing. That power spike was hollow!"
Even members of the Heavenly Sword Villa and Burning Heaven Clan began crossing their arms with narrowed eyes, visibly unimpressed.
Only a few remained silent.
Those with deep cultivation—or the rare ones like Retsu, Mio, Nemu, Cang Yue, Xia Qingyue, and Yun Che—could feel the invisible depth in Yuanba's transformation. Not in sheer pressure or aura—but in potential. Even those with Haki like Little Fairy can also sense the transformation since Haki senses deep energy within the body.
"Fools," Jasmine muttered softly, still perched on Retsu's shoulder in her soul form. "That form isn't made to show off. It's meant to destroy. Still it is my first seeing its evolved state. Something never once recorded in the ancient archives."
Yun Che merely chuckled to himself as he watched the crowds dismiss his brother-in-law.
"Let them talk," he thought. "Let them believe it's just for show…"
Yuanba stood tall, his body radiating golden light. His newly fit and muscular frame glowed with power, his golden hair standing upright as if charged by divine energy. The air around him pulsed with heat and electricity, making it hard to breathe near him. Women across the stands couldn't help but gasp, their eyes drawn to the radiant figure like moths to flame.
Mai's lips twitched.
She saw them—those eyes full of interest, of desire. A dozen girls, maybe more, looking at her Yuanba like he was some golden trophy. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides. A pang of jealousy flared in her chest, unfamiliar and frustrating.
"He's mine…" she muttered under her breath.
Yun Che, arms crossed and calm as ever, gave a lazy smirk as he eyed Yuanba's transformation. "You know," he said, "I think we need to change your wardrobe. Those palace robes? Not doing it anymore. You just went Super Saiyan—you need a look to match."
Yuanba gave a sheepish grin. "Brother-in-law… with this form—this Super Saiyan—I think I might actually keep up with you now." He clenched his fists, still getting used to the lightness, the speed, the overwhelming power surging through his limbs. "So… ready to go all out?"
Yun Che raised a brow, amused. "Oh? Getting cocky now, huh?"
"Aha… I mean… only if you don't use fire… or swords… or anything crazy," Yuanba added quickly, scratching the back of his head.
Yun Che chuckled. "Easy there, Superboy. Just because you transformed doesn't mean you've mastered it. You've got raw strength—but no control. That's dangerous."
Then, his smirk deepened.
"But… since we're showing off today—" He took a step forward, his white coat flaring behind him as the very stage trembled.
"I didn't want to show you this just yet or use it with no particular reason. But I guess I need to run a field test anyway…"
Yuanba blinked. "Wait… what do you mean?"
Yun Che exhaled slowly. "You always wanted to catch up to me... but it was always my dream to have your kind power —"
Suddenly, the pressure shifted.
A red, demonic aura exploded from Yun Che's body like a thunderclap. The ground cracked beneath his feet. His eyes gleamed crimson. The crowd, still recovering from Yuanba's transformation, now watched in stunned silence as Yun Che's power doubled in an instant.
"He's… transforming too?" someone whispered.
The scarlet light twisted and roared around him like a living flame, mingling with his natural aura as Yun Che activated his energy fusion.
Yuanba's smile vanished.
Now what is he becoming?
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As Yun Che stood facing Yuanba, his crimson aura swirling like a storm around him, a distant look flickered in his eyes.
His mind flashed back—
—To the training realm, just a few days ago.
He had been experimenting, trying to understand the limits of his physical and spiritual energies. What began as routine testing spiraled into something unexpected. When he merged his Spirit Force with traces of Haki, something snapped inside his senses—like a dam breaking. The surge was so intense it nearly knocked his eyeball out of its socket. Painful, yes—but enlightening.
That moment was when the realization hit him like a lightning bolt.
The Heretic God Arts… weren't complete.
They were evolvable.
He had been so caught up in wielding and mastering the powers of his Zanpakutō, in refining his profound arts, that he'd forgotten the raw foundation of his cultivation—the Heretic Celestial Arts. The core power given by the Heretic Celestial.
It had been sitting there all along, waiting for him to take the next step.
Now, the pieces had finally clicked.
By channeling his Kenbunshoku Haki (Observation), his Busoshoku Haki (Armament), and binding them with either Reiatsu or Profound Energy or even his Spirit Force, something new was born.
A power that fused instinct, defense, attack, and willpower.
Some kind of Natural Energy.
Not one born from spirit or flame.
But one that mirrored the world itself.
Raw, adaptable, ever-shifting. Living.
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[Ding… New Energy Type Created]
[Ki]
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A ripple pulsed through Yun Che's soul as the system message echoed deep in his consciousness. But it wasn't just a system notification—it felt like an awakening.
Moreover, he started to feel kind of ecstatic.
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[Ki is now accessible to Host.]
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Ki, Latent energy. Life force. The root of all combat-based power.
Haki was merely the splintered form of it, separated over generations.
Kenbunshoku drew from the Mind.
Busoshoku from the Body.
Haoshoku, from the dormant Spirit—a spark that few ever awakened.
But now?
Now, all of them… could be reunited.
Ki wasn't just a new energy type. It was the original form—the source from which all other battle energies had once diverged. Reaitsu, Haki, even Profound Energy—they were simply expressions of the same fundamental essence… fractured over time.
Yun Che slowly exhaled, feeling the incredible density of this new Ki swirling inside his core. It wasn't wild or overwhelming—it was perfectly balanced. And it reacted instinctively with every cell in his body.
He Che opened his eyes—glowing faintly, like the calm before a storm.
A pressure stirred in the air, but it was subtle, almost imperceptible.
He wasn't unleashing it. He was becoming it.
Within his core, the fusion was complete.
His Ki was born not just from one path—but from many.
The precision of his Profound Energy, rooted in human cultivation.
The ferocity of his Shinigami Reiatsu—sharp, cold, disciplined.
The madness of his Hollow power—untamed, destructive, chaotic.
The purity and focus of his Quincy energy—refined like light itself.
And the will of his Haki, carved through sheer battle-hardened instinct.
These forces did not cancel each other out.
They amplified each other—like a perfect storm held in balance by a single soul.
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[Ki Acquired: Variant-Type. Host's Ki is not bound by a single race or realm. It is custom—tailored by evolution.]
[Unique Energy Created — Host's Spirit Force has reached its Third Evolution.]
[New Energy Type: Profound Spirit Ki]
The fusion of Haki, Reiatsu, and Profound Energy has evolved into a unified and superior force—Ki born from spirit and cultivation, not bloodline.
[System Update:]
Energy Pool (MP): Base MP increased to 100,000 MP gain per level increased from +1,000 → +2,000 Current supported charge limit: 150,000 MP
[Ability Unlocked: Spirit Charge]
Host may now naturally replenish energy through the Great Way of the Buddha, though this regeneration cannot exceed the 100,000 MP base cap. Spirit Charge allows the host to overcharge energy beyond its natural limit—up to the temporary max of 150,000 MP. However, the energy will decrease overtime until it goes back to its base value. Surpassing this cap will cause latent energy to burst outward as Spirit Aura. This aura is invisible to most cultivators, undetectable by standard spiritual senses, even when violently active.
[Follower Application — Ki Awakening:]
Followers who have successfully fused Haki and Reiatsu or Profound Energy may awaken their own version of Spirit Ki. Reiatsu-based cultivators gain an overcharge buffer of +40,000 MP once awakened. Profound Energy-based cultivators gain an overcharge buffer of +20,000 MP once awakened. This increase is temporary and will decrease over time unless stabilized through future evolution or mastery.
[Note:]
The current evolution is incomplete. The full potential of Profound Spirit Ki remains unknown. Additional fusions, divine harmonizations, or ancient catalysts may further alter or perfect this power.
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"Holy hell... Ki and Spirit Charge can be learned by anyone who's awakened Haki and merged it with their own energy." Yun Che muttered to himself, eyes wide with realization. "Retsu and Jasmine are going to hound me the moment they catch wind of this."
He could already picture their eager, determined faces. The thought made him grin—and shudder a little. The potential they would unlock once he taught them how to wield Ki was staggering. Not just ordinary Ki... but Spirit Ki, or Profound Ki—a new evolution, born from merging their innate power with this ancient force.
Just imagining the scale of their attacks, their strength, their presence... it sent a thrill down his spine.
If Retsu's icy precision and Jasmine's cosmic might were terrifying before, what would they become with this fused power at their fingertips?
"What of Mio, Nemu or even Cang Yue? So many untapped potentials." He wonders. "System, bring up all MP levels of the others."
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[Current Reaitsu and Profound Energy Limit of host's follower of Host's followers.]
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Unohana Retsu – Level 70 (Grand Perfection Sky Profound Realm)
Cultivation Level = 70,000 MP
Essence of Yin and Yang = 20,000 MP
Yachiru's Hollowfied Bloodline = 10,000 MP
Unohana Nemuri = Level 30 (Grand Perfection True Profound Realm)
Cultivation Level = 30,000 MP
(She can break her limit by diverting her attributes to Intelligence which increase her energy pool by additional 5000MP per attribute point. If all attribute points are channeled towards Intelligence – She can gain additional 25,000MP.)
Limit Break Attribute should she divert all 20 attribute points to Intelligence – additional 100,000MP for 10 minutes.
Mio – Level 98 - Eighth Level Sovereign Profound Realm.
Cultivation Level = 98,000
Darkness and Space Attribute = Additional 20,000MP
Cang Yue – Level 60 – (Grand Perfection Earth Profound Realm)
Cultivation Level = 30,000 MP
Yin Lunar Ultimate Body = Additional 30,000 MP
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"What about Xia Qingyue?" Yun Che asked. Wondering the little wife's potential.
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[Additional Information]
Xia Qingyue – Level 60 – (Grand Perfection Sky Profound Realm) (Unsynchronized)
Cultivation Level = 30,000 MP
Nine Profound Exquisite Body (Unawakened) = Additional 100,000 MP
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"Holy… 100,000 MP?!" Yun Che's eyes shot wide open. "This Nine Profound Exquisite Body is something else!"
But that wasn't all. Amid the shock, he felt something stir deep within him—something new. A foreign yet familiar current pulsed through his veins: Profound Spirit Ki.
The final piece.
The last requirement to evolve his Heretic Celestial Arts. If every form can be evolved, imagined what would happen if he achieved the Seventh Realm and evolved it.
His mind snapped back to the arena, where Xia Yuanba still stood, radiating his blinding Super Saiyan-like golden aura. Yun Che smirked, excitement surging through him. Without hesitation, he began to charge up after activating the Heretic Arts First Realm – Heretic Soul.
The build-up of power didn't go unnoticed. Across the stands, Retsu, Mio, Nemu, Cang Yue, Kon, Jasmine, and Little Fairy all snapped their heads toward him. Each of them, having cultivated Haki, felt the shift—an overwhelming presence swelling beyond comprehension.
Even Xia Qingyue, thanks to her unique body, sensed the impossible.
Their eyes widened in unison.
Yun Che wasn't just charging up.
He was surpassing his limit in terms of his Heretic Arts.
And to awaken the next stage of the Heretic Arts… he had to go beyond everything he was.
"H-He… when did he achieve this?!" Jasmine shouted in disbelief, her soul form perched on Retsu's shoulder.
"Mouuu~ That Yuu-kun!" Retsu pouted, waving her fists cutely. "He never told us he could charge up his energy! I knew something felt different these past few days—stronger, deeper. I was right! When he comes, I'll ask him to teach me!"
"No! Teach us too, Danna-sama!" Mio chimed in eagerly, bouncing with excitement.
"Yuu-sama's energy signature has changed," Nemu noted, already scribbling in her notebook. "This data must be documented immediately."
"We're definitely questioning him when this is over," Cang Yue huffed, arms crossed as her eyes stayed fixed on Yun Che's growing aura.
"Bastard can charge up?!" Kon yelled from the sidelines, practically flipping out. "Why didn't he tell me?!"
Meanwhile, Xue Ling, Lin Yueru, Mai, and Jin Mulan exchanged confused glances. They could see the swirling energy, but the details escaped them.
"That rascal…" Little Fairy muttered, stunned. Yun Che's aura was visibly flaring like wildfire, yet his cultivation remained at the Peak of the True Profound Realm. The contradiction was staggering.
Across the arena, Xia Qingyue stood frozen. Her unique body allowed her to sense something the others couldn't—the raw, untamed essence of Profound Spirit Ki.
"How much farther… are you going to leave me behind?" she whispered, her eyes trembling with both awe and pain.
On the arena floor, Xia Yuanba felt it too. His eyes locked onto Yun Che, who was still charging, his energy roaring like a tempest.
Something awakened within Yuanba in response. His red aura flickered, twisted, then exploded into a greenish flame-like blaze, drawing gasps from the crowd.
"RAAAHHHH!!!" he roared, his body crackling with new power as the emerald flames surged around him.
He too… was breaking past his natural limit.
Not to win, just for fun.
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Within Yun Che's true inner world, something profound was taking shape.
At the heart of the boundless calm sea, a singular sphere emerged—glowing faintly, like a delicate orb of orange-tinted glass. It pulsed with a strange warmth, its surface translucent and smooth, reflecting the very essence of his soul.
Slowly, the sphere began to rotate, orbiting the core of his spirit.
Then—a single star ignited within it.
The flicker of light grew stronger, more defined, as the first star solidified inside the glassy orb. A new energy core had been born. Not Profound Energy. Not Spirit Energy. But something entirely beyond—an evolution forged from the fusion of Ki, Spirit, and Haki: Profound Spirit Ki.
The single star orb began to spin faster.
Golden strands of energy rippled out from the orb, weaving themselves into the very fibers of Yun Che's soul core, reinforcing and reshaping it. His inner world trembled with the sheer pressure of transformation.
In the real world, everything changed in an instant.
From Yun Che's body, golden flame-like energy exploded outward in a majestic burst. It wasn't just light—it was power made visible, a divine blaze that surged around him like a crown of fire.
The ground cracked beneath his feet. The air shimmered from the heat.
The audience—Retsu, Jasmine, Yuanba, and everyone watching—froze in disbelief.
Even Xia Yuanba, mid-transformation, stood paralyzed.
"He's... transforming just like me," he muttered, eyes wide with wonder. But no—this was different. Yun Che's aura wasn't just changing.
It was ascending.
To activate the newborn core within him, Yun Che had to charge beyond his limits. His MP surged, climbing steadily—120,000... 130,000... 145,000...
And then—150,000 MP.
The moment that threshold was crossed, the excess energy was drawn inward, siphoned directly into the glowing orange energy core within his soul. The one-star orb spun faster and faster, devouring the flood of power as it approached full capacity—100%.
All across the arena, gasps and shouts rang out.
Yun Che's body trembled. His hair began to grow and rise, defying gravity as energy surged through him. His aura exploded outward—golden light clashing and merging with emerald flame, creating a stunning display of divine power.
Then came the roar.
"RAAAAAHHHH!!"
With a cry of pure intensity, Yun Che unleashed it all. The newly awakened energy core within him burst open, radiating a blinding wave of power.
In a flash of golden brilliance—his hair transformed, taking on a brilliant shade of gold, shimmering with power and standing upright like a living flame, with a few bangs cascading naturally around his face. It was wild, regal... and unmistakably inspired by Son Goku.
The arena shook.
His golden flaming aura surged, expanding outward—visible up to 50 meters into the sky like a divine beacon. The warmth of his presence washed over the coliseum, pressing against skin and soul alike.
Even the elders of the great sects, ancient and seasoned, rose to their feet—not because they could measure his strength, but because they felt it.
The intensity. The purity. The transcendent force that didn't belong in the mortal realm.
And then he stood still, transformed, eyes burning like suns.
Yun Che… had ascended.
The moment Yun Che's transformation completed, a shockwave of wind and heat erupted from his body, sweeping across the entire arena like a blazing storm.
The air warped, the ground trembled, and the sky above shimmered under the weight of his golden, flame-wreathed aura.
Every elder—no matter their rank or cultivation—rose to their feet in stunned silence.
It wasn't just powerful.
It was overwhelming.
Even Xia Yuanba, in his blazing emerald aura form, looked like a candle next to a raging sun.
"Sugoi!" Retsu gasped, her eyes shining as she remembered her Fox Reiryoku Cloak flared slightly in resonance when she last activated it. The more tails she used, the more it amplifies. "Yuu-kun… he ascended! His cultivation just jumped—by five whole levels! That golden hair is kind of a nice touch."
"Five?!" Jasmine's soul form trembled with disbelief. "The Heretic Soul… it was only supposed to give a twofold boost. Did he just evolve it? Not double, but fivefold?!" Her voice cracked with awe.
"That Danna-sama!!" Mio puffed her cheeks, fists clenched in frustration and admiration. "That's it—when he comes back, we're going to make him spill every last secret!"
"Agreed!" Cang Yue snapped with a resolute nod, her eyes never leaving the golden inferno on the field.
Nearby, Nemu adjusted her specialist glasses, already halfway through her fifth page of notes.
"Nee-sama," she said calmly, her tone a mixture of reverence and scientific curiosity, "do you feel it? His energy... it's not the same as before. It's not just stronger—it's entirely different. Like a new lifeform."
The sky itself seemed to bow to Yun Che's ascended form. His golden flame aura burned like a sun brought to earth. He stood tall, silent, radiating a might no one had seen before.
The Heretic Soul had evolved.
It became his childhood dream transformation.
And now, the world would witness what came next.
"This… this is the power you've been hiding from me?" Jin Mulan's voice trembled as she stared at the golden-haired figure below. "Is this why you vanished for five years?"
Beside her, Xue Ling and Lin Yueru watched with wide eyes, awe written plainly across their faces.
"How intense is this Yun Che…" Xue Ling murmured, barely able to tear her gaze away from the battlefield.
The scene mirrored a battle from not long ago—when Unohana Retsu and Xia Qingyue, two breathtaking women with absolute command over ice, clashed with unrivaled grace and force. But now...
Two young men stood across from each other.
Both golden-haired.
Both wrapped in blazing auras.
"That rascal…" Little Fairy whispered, her tone laced with disbelief. First firebending, now this—some kind of energy amplification art? The magnitude, the refinement... it couldn't be ordinary.
Was it like his eyes—something only he could cultivate?
Nearby, Murong Qianxue turned to her fellow sister.
"Sister Yuechan… did you sense anything unusual from him?"
Little Fairy paused, then shook her head. "No… but I'll admit, his power has increased a lot."
She didn't dare tell the truth. That Yun Che's cultivation hadn't just climbed—it had soared, by five entire levels. If anyone knew, questions would follow... ones she couldn't answer.
At the edge of the viewing platform, the Feng Twins stood speechless but Nezukos on their laps didn't seem to mind.
"He looks so beautiful…" Feng Hanyue whispered.
"That Yun Che… he never stops surprising us," Feng Hanxue added, eyes sparkling with admiration and shock.
And yet, Xia Qingyue said nothing.
Her fingers curled around the edge of her robe, gripping tight.
The gap between them… it was growing again.
If Yun Che revealed his true cultivation level—then amplified it with this new golden-haired form—how could she ever catch up? Could she even last a moment against him tomorrow? Would she end up like before… dragged around by Retsu and then allowed to win out of pity?
The thought stung deeper than she dared admit.
Far above, Gong Yuxian slowly returned to her seat, her brows furrowed.
She had felt the heat, the intensity of the energy… but couldn't sense it. Yun Che still registered as Peak True Profound Realm. Was he concealing the truth? Or had he broken through to a level she simply couldn't comprehend?
Just like Xia Yuanba.
Yun Che stood calmly at the center of the arena, golden flames spiraling around his body like a living storm. His hair blazed upward, untamed and luminous, glowing with divine fire. The 50-meter golden aura rippled with every breath he took, making the very atmosphere tremble.
Yun Che stood tall at the center of the arena, his figure radiant under the storm of golden energy swirling around him. His body was firm and fit, a perfect balance between lean muscle and refined strength, exuding a wild yet controlled power.
His golden hair, spiked upward with an untamed brilliance, flowed almost naturally into a style eerily reminiscent of Son Goku—a living embodiment of both strength and freedom.
And now...
He wasn't just a warrior.
He was a spectacle.
Every woman in the arena found their eyes drawn to him—magnetized, enchanted, breathless.
His presence, his energy, even the way he simply stood — it all whispered of untouchable power and irresistible allure.
The girls closest to him — Retsu, Mio, Cang Yue, and Nemu — felt their blood boil.
Retsu's gentle smile twitched as she gripped the edge of her sleeve, her calm composure faltering ever so slightly.
Mio puffed her cheeks out adorably, glaring at the starry-eyed girls in the crowd.
Cang Yue huffed under her breath, folding her arms tightly against her chest.
Nemu, adjusting her glasses, began scribbling in her notes furiously — but a faint pout betrayed her normally stoic expression.
They could feel it—the sudden surge of jealousy—as Yun Che became not just a fighter on the stage, but the dream of every woman watching.
He had become the candy and the apple that every woman in the arena hungered for.
And they weren't about to let that stand.
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[Ding—!]
[Congratulations, Host. You have successfully achieved the evolution of the Heretic Soul.]
[The system has automatically renamed the transformation according to your suggestion—]
→ Super Saiyan ←
[Evolved Heretic Soul: Super Saiyan]
Description:
The evolved form of the Heretic Berserk Arts, the Heretic Soul has transcended its limits after merging with Profound Spirit Ki. Now reborn, this transformation is known as Super Saiyan—a divine evolution that surges with raw potential and spiritual ferocity. Only those with acute senses can sense the change within the host's body.
Effects While Active:
Cultivation boost: +5 levels (replacing the previous +2)
Stat amplification:
Offense: x5
Defense: x5
Speed: x5
Intelligence: x5
All Bankai, Kido Arts, and Zanpakutō abilities are empowered and amplified 5x during transformation.
Core Mechanism: [Saiyan Core]
Powered by a newly formed energy core, the Super Saiyan Core (Saiyan Core) must be fueled using your Profound Spirit Ki. This core enables the transformation, but:
Warning:
Saiyan Core consumes significantly more energy than the original Heretic Soul.
Once depleted, the host will automatically revert to base form.
Next Evolution Path Unlocked:
Perfected Super Saiyan – Achieved by maintaining 100% Saiyan Core for at least 120 continuous minutes. The system will unlock constant Full Power Super Saiyan which is increased stat amplification while retaining energy efficiency.
[Should host needed to use the original Heretic Soul, it will still be available]
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Outwardly, he looked composed.
But internally, his thoughts raced.
"This power…"
He could feel it—every fiber of his being pulsed with overwhelming energy. His senses were sharper, his spirit steadier, his aura denser than ever before.
"So this is the evolved Heretic Soul…"
For a moment, even he couldn't believe it. The Heretic Soul, once a forbidden art known for its double-edged nature, had now bloomed into something divine. Its chaotic energy had been refined, harmonized with the newly born Profound Spirit Ki.
His cultivation had surged five whole levels—something that should've been impossible in a single step. But here he stood, living proof of what could happen when limitless potential meets perfect fusion.
"If the Heretic Soul can evolve to this point…"
His gaze narrowed slightly, emerald eyes glinting.
"Then what would happen… if I evolved the rest?"
The ones he already unlocked. The Heretic Soul, Burning Heart and Purgatory.
Could they all ascend? Could each be fused, awakened, and reshaped just like this?
"If so… then this power is just the beginning."
His lips curled into a faint, knowing smirk.
The crowd marveled at his aura, but none of them knew the truth.
Yun Che hadn't just transformed.
He had unlocked a new path.