The arena buzzed with chaotic energy.
Gasps, shouts, and murmurs rippled through the sea of spectators as they laid eyes on Yun Che's transformed figure. His golden flaming aura danced wildly, his hair gleamed like molten sunlight, and his presence seemed larger than life.
To the average eye, he had become a golden celestial—a figure straight out of myth.
Some elders and disciples stood up, eyes wide, hearts pounding. They could feel the difference—not in the form of cultivation level, but something deeper, more primal.
Warmth, pressure, and intensity washed over the arena like a rising tide.
"What… what kind of transformation is that?!" one sect elder gasped, gripping the railing tightly.
"It's like standing under the midday sun!" another disciple whispered, shielding his eyes.
However, not everyone was convinced.
Those who lacked the sharpness to sense the transformation's true amplification could only see the flash and fury of it.
"Hmph. Flashy tricks," a proud young master from a profound sect sneered, crossing his arms. "He's just trying to show off. His cultivation hasn't even broken through!"
"Indeed," an elder muttered, stroking his beard dismissively. "Golden hair, bright aura—cheap parlor tricks to impress the ignorant."
A few disciples, feeling threatened by Yun Che's overwhelming charisma, scoffed loudly.
"Tch. Just another pretty boy trying to act strong."
Yet their words rang hollow.
Deep inside, an unease gnawed at them—even if they couldn't explain it. Something about Yun Che's form screamed power beyond their understanding.
Meanwhile, the commoners, the younger disciples, and especially the women — their reactions were immediate and visceral.
"He's so beautiful…"
"Like a golden sun descended to the mortal world…"
"Who is he really?!"
Yun Che, unaware—or perhaps simply uncaring—of the frenzy he caused, simply stood there, relaxed and radiant, as if this overwhelming change was nothing more than breathing.
Ling Kun, who had been sitting calmly until now, shot to his feet, his eyes wide with disbelief.
Not just Xia Yuanba... but Yun Che as well?
Two young men—one after another—bathed in golden, roaring auras that shook the entire arena.
Yet...
Their cultivation levels hadn't budged from what was shown before.
Ling Kun clenched the railing tightly, his mind reeling.
"What kind of monsters are these two?! What freakish abilities are they hiding?!"
Meanwhile, floating above the stage, Yuanba stared at Yun Che, his own emerald-tinged golden flames crackling around him.
"Aniki… you too?" Yuanba asked, his voice a mix of wonder and confusion. "How... you have the same veins as me?"
Yun Che chuckled, his expression calm but confident—his blazing hair and aura making him look every bit like a war god descended.
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Originally, Yun Che hadn't wanted to call it "Super Saiyan."
After all, it wasn't truly the legendary transformation from the stories he loved — it was an evolved form of the Heretic God Arts.
Instead of turning his hair red like the original Heretic Transformation, his hair burned gold, and his eyes gleamed teal — matching the iconic image of a Super Saiyan almost perfectly.
But despite the resemblance, it wasn't the real thing.
The true Super Saiyan form was said to amplify a warrior's power fiftyfold — equivalent to crossing five grand realms in an instant.
If that were the case, his cultivation should have skyrocketed to the Grand Perfection of the Divine Soul Realm just by transforming.
Yet that wasn't what happened.
He wasn't a Saiyan. He didn't have the mythical Zenkai Boost cells that allowed them to grow stronger after near-death experiences. What he did have was a pseudo-version — his transformation only amplified his strength by fivefold instead of fifty.
But even that, in this world, was utterly monstrous.
A fivefold increase was enough to terrify even the mightiest below the Divine Realm.
Enough to claim the title of invincible among mortals.
His base strength, augmented by the Great Way of the Buddha, was already astonishing — 50 tonnes of unarmed power, along with a 5% recovery rate per minute for health, stamina, and profound energy.
His physical body, having reached the Grand Perfection Sovereign Profound Realm during his battle with Wrath in Huan Xuyi's sanctuary, granted him a lower-rank Saint Body, making him nearly invulnerable to conventional attacks below Divine Profound Realm.
His speed, already enhanced, was now on par with masters who specialized in Shunpo-like movement techniques.
But with the golden transformation active...
His unarmed offense skyrocketed to 2,500 tonnes of force.
If the system wasn't limiting him, one casual punch could splatter Yuanba's organs across the arena, killing him instantly.
His recovery rate also soared — 25% regeneration per minute across health, stamina, and energy reserves.
His speed? He didn't need to measure as 'too fast' was too slow.
Unlike the original Saiyan transformation, this form didn't drain stamina.
Instead, it burned from a "Saiyan Fuel Core" embedded within his profound veins, allowing him to maintain the transformation for extended periods.
Keeping it at 100% efficiency wasn't easy, though. The stronger the output, the more Profound Spirit Ki it devoured. A 1% of the Saiyan Fuel Core burns through 10,000 MP just to maintain.
Still, he wasn't dissatisfied.
Even a fivefold boost was no joke — it was overwhelming.
Yet, Yun Che couldn't help but daydream a little.
Someday, if he unlocked the Mastered Super Saiyan after maintaining the core at solid 100% for two hours, he could unlock the Mastered form and stay in this powered-up state indefinitely, without feeling the energy strain.
It was something he looked forward to — to fight, to soar, to live like the heroes he admired in his youth.
He chuckled internally.
Though knowing Retsu or Little Fairy... they probably wouldn't be happy with me walking around with spiky blond hair. Little Fairy might call me a delinquent and drag me back by the ear.
Still, deep inside, he couldn't help but feel a burning excitement.
The dream of his childhood was becoming reality — slowly, but surely.
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"No," Yun Che replied easily, smirking. "I have my own ways of evolving. You can feel it, can't you? Your levels... they've risen."
Yuanba nodded, clenching his fist as he tested the new strength surging within him.
"Yes... Same as you. I can sense it clearly now. Your cultivation... it's at the Fifth Level of the Spirit Profound Realm. Still... a little lower than mine. I admit it was easy to control compared to the incomplete one."
Yun Che tilted his head slightly, his smirk growing.
Something inside him—the wildness of the Super Saiyan nature—made him a little cockier than usual.
"Well..." he said, his golden aura crackling around him, "shall we test out our new powers properly?"
Yuanba grinned wide, pointing directly at him with fire in his eyes.
"I'll do my best. Let's go, Aniki!"
The air vibrated with tension as the two slowly floated higher above the arena floor, their golden auras lighting up the sky like twin suns.
The crowd collectively held their breath. Anticipation—pure, electric anticipation—hung heavy in the air.
Then—
Boom!
They collided once again, their fists slamming into each other with a force that shook the very earth.
The explosion of energy was far greater than before—shockwaves rippling across the arena, knocking back those standing too close.
Fist met fist, blow met blow, in a storm of golden light and roaring winds.
However, this time... Yun Che was faster. Sharper. Stronger.
He began landing clean hits on Yuanba—blows that should have broken bones or crushed organs due to his transformation. If he wasn't suppressed by the system, it might break his bones with one punch.
Yet Yuanba's body, enhanced by the divine strength of his veins, absorbed the punishment without faltering.
Even so, it was clear—
Despite Yuanba's monstrous endurance and impressive speed, he struggled to even graze Yun Che.
Each time he lunged, Yun Che would sidestep effortlessly, his movements like golden lightning.
From the stands, the audience could only see blurs of gold and emerald flames colliding again and again, their roars and shockwaves echoing like thunder.
"I see you," Yun Che said coolly, his golden hair flaring even wilder as he stepped back and charged up, golden sparks crackling along his body.
In a flash, his speed surged even further. Yuanba struggled to keep up, his eyes widening as Yun Che seemed to vanish and reappear like a bolt of lightning.
Before Yuanba could react—
Bam!
A solid punch buried itself deep into his stomach, forcing the air out of his lungs.
"Come on, Yuanba," Yun Che said with a smirk, his arms crossing casually over his chest, standing relaxed even as his golden aura roared around him. "You can do better than that, right?"
"Grrr..." Yuanba growled, his fists trembling with frustration.
Not willing to back down, Yuanba charged up, his emerald-tinted golden flames intensifying.
"You running away?!" Yuanba roared, pushing his body harder.
He lunged at Yun Che, his speed blazing to a new height, throwing a flurry of punches.
Clash! Clash! Clash!
The arena shook with the sheer force of their battle.
But every blow Yuanba threw—every single one—was blocked.
At the final strike, Yun Che simply raised his knee, catching Yuanba's fist with casual ease, the impact sending a dull boom across the arena.
"No!" Yuanba gritted his teeth, furious, pushing himself harder.
They clashed again in high-speed combat, a blur of gold and emerald streaks dancing in the air.
But no matter how much Yuanba pushed himself—
Every time he tried to land a hit—
Yun Che was one step ahead.
A quick feint.
A sidestep.
A brutal counterattack.
Pow! Pow! Pow!
Yun Che unleashed a high-speed combo, his fists and knees landing clean hits against Yuanba's defenses.
Every hit pushed Yuanba further back.
Every hit sapped more of his strength.
Despite Yuanba's monstrous endurance and his own newfound transformation, he had already shouldered over a hundred hits, unable to land even a decent strike against Yun Che's overwhelming speed and precision.
Finally, in a flash of movement too fast for the eye to follow—
Yun Che raised his elbow high—
And slammed it directly into Yuanba's stomach.
Boom!
The force folded Yuanba in half.
He staggered backward, gasping, before collapsing face-first onto the arena floor, his golden aura flickering.
The arena fell silent.
Everyone stared, mouths agape, as Yun Che floated above—untouched, unbent, his flaming golden hair and aura making him look like an unstoppable celestial being.
"Even after transforming, I still can't match you... Aniki," Yuanba groaned, his body aching from the barrage of hits. Despite his newfound powers, his confidence was thoroughly shattered.
Yun Che descended gracefully, his golden Super Saiyan aura blazing like a raging sun. He reached down and helped Yuanba to his feet, his touch firm but careful.
"Well," Yun Che said with a wry smile, "my speed is amplified five times over. I guess I overwhelmed you a little, huh?"
In truth, Yun Che was holding back.
The system had automatically suppressed his strength and cultivation, reducing his devastating power to a manageable level. If it hadn't, even a single serious blow could have crippled Yuanba—or worse.
With his body's strength multiplied fivefold, Yun Che had become a living weapon.
He mused briefly: If I had Super Saiyan during my battle with Wrath... it wouldn't have changed the outcome. This transformation only boosts my level by five—it's like opening three gates of the Heretic Arts. Still not enough to match a monster like it.
With a grin, he looked at Yuanba and said, "I guess we'll have to settle things another way."
Yuanba blinked, confused.
"Remember the technique I taught you back in New Moon Profound Palace?" Yun Che asked, his voice low, only for Yuanba to hear. "You've had two months. That should be enough time to master it."
Yuanba's face paled slightly. He leaned in closer, whispering, "That, brother-in... I mean, Aniki... isn't it too dangerous? I tried it a few times in secret... It's terrifying. Even my master doesn't know about it."
"Don't worry about it," Yun Che shrugged casually, golden hair swaying with the breeze. "You have a very unique set of profound veins. You're practically born to channel energy outward. You just need a little guidance, that's all."
"But... I can't use it out in the open," Yuanba hesitated, scratching his head. Memories of the raw destruction the technique caused during his secret practice sessions made him shudder. "It's... too dangerous."
Yun Che smirked and crossed his arms.
"Dude, you're overthinking it. People here are out there throwing energy waves the size of mountains, blasting devastating sword strikes that can wipe out cities... and no one bats an eye. What's one more big explosion?" he said with a chuckle.
"Besides, most people here even think our Super Saiyan transformations are just flashy tricks."
"Tricks?" Yuanba blinked in disbelief. "But... but our aura bursts out and our hair transformed!" he protested.
"Yeah, well," Yun Che said, tilting his head with an amused smile, "in this world, some sects have techniques that make our transformations look tame. The Wu Clan? Their transformation techniques are even flashier than ours. Different colored hair, massive aura blooms, turn into animal beasts—it's normal here. Only those with extremely sharp senses can feel the true boost in our power. For most people in this arena—even the sect elders—our Super Saiyan forms are just 'cool special effects.' Nothing more."
"Awwww... I thought it looked awesome," Yuanba pouted, his shoulders slumping a little. He had hoped his golden aura and hair would shock the world more.
"It is awesome," Yun Che grinned, clapping a hand on Yuanba's shoulder. "But around here? It's just another Tuesday."
Yuanba laughed sheepishly not knowing what Tuesday is.
"Anyway, back to the technique I taught you," Yun Che said, his tone turning a little more serious. "You're being way too cautious. In this world, there are thousands of profound techniques that make even my arts look common."
"But..." Yuanba hesitated again. "I'm worried... what if you can't counter it?"
Yun Che grinned wide, his Super Saiyan aura crackling like wildfire.
"I've got my own countermeasures. Now stop whining and show me what you've got... or I'll beat it out of you!" he said teasingly, giving him a light shove.
"Yes, sir!!" Yuanba saluted dramatically before grinning wide and spreading his massive, dark-tinged Wings of the First Flight.
With a powerful flap, he soared high above the arena, his aura blazing bright in the sky—ready to unleash the forbidden technique he had been hiding all along.
As Yuanba soared into the sky, a buzz of whispers rippled through the arena.
"How is he flying? Isn't he only at the Sixth Level of the Spirit Profound Realm? Is it another hidden talent like Xia Qingyue?" someone from the stands asked in confusion.
"They do have similar family name, right? Are they cousins or siblings?" Another asked.
But the answer revealed itself in a dazzling sight: massive, sleek black wings extended from his back, flapping with powerful strokes as he hovered above the arena floor.
A hush fell over the crowd at first — the sheer visual impact of the dark wings cutting through the bright sky was mesmerizing.
But the awe was short-lived.
"Ah, they're just accessories," a sect elder from the Skysword Pavilion scoffed, stroking his beard. "Probably some sort of flying artifact or profound equipment."
"Pfft, had me thinking he awakened a divine bloodline or something," another elder beside him muttered, a hint of disappointment in his voice.
"Black wings, huh? Stylish, but not unheard of," another elder said calmly. "I've seen a dozen cultivators with better."
"Heh, probably some high-grade artifact crafted to mimic beast wings," one of the younger cultivators chuckled. "Flying swords are still faster."
"Still… it looks pretty badass," a junior disciple whispered under his breath, earning a smack on the head from his senior.
Even though flying was a common feat among stronger cultivators — with their spirit swords, arks, or beast fusions — Yuanba's dark wings still drew attention for their sheer theatrical flair.
Some elders gave a nod of approval. After all, in a world where appearance and momentum often swayed battle outcomes, a good show of strength (or at least the illusion of it) could tilt morale.
Yet, no matter how flashy it looked, most of the experts quickly dismissed it in their minds.
And so, their underestimation continued — much to Yun Che's hidden amusement.
Yuanba flew high above the arena, his black wings beating steadily against the air.
He took a deep breath, remembering Yun Che's training.
Slowly, deliberately, he curled his fingers inward and brought his hands together at chest level — one palm resting on the back of the other, both facing forward in the same direction.
At first, the crowd only watched in mild curiosity. But then—
WHOOOOM—
A sudden burst of purple light ignited between Yuanba's hands.
The energy rapidly condensed into a swirling ball of rampaging purple lightning, crackling and twisting like a living beast.
The very air around him shuddered. Small arcs of electricity danced wildly in every direction, some even slamming into the barrier protecting the spectators.
The arena fell into stunned silence.
"What the hell is that?!" a disciple shouted, shielding his eyes from the glare.
"Such violent energy…!!" an elder exclaimed, his expression growing serious for the first time.
"That's no ordinary technique!" another elder from the Heavenly Sword Villa shouted.
More and more eyes widened in shock as the purple ball grew larger, roaring with pure untamed force.
Even those who had earlier dismissed Yuanba's wings as 'cheap accessories' were now leaning forward in their seats, their faces pale.
A tremor ran through the arena grounds. Dust and pebbles floated upward as if gravity itself had started trembling in fear.
Back among Yun Che's group, Retsu's eyes widened.
"Ara... that's not just a flashy trick anymore. His pose… it's similar to what Yuu-kun taught him back then." Retsu whispered in awe, her violet eyes shining. She remembered asking Yun Che what he had taught Yuanba, but Yun Che only shrugged and said, "I can't explain it… since I don't know how to do it myself. Only Yuanba can."
Mio, meanwhile, grabbed onto Nemu's shoulder in a playful panic.
"Uwaaa! That looks dangerous! Really dangerous!!"
Nemu merely nodded, glasses glinting as she furiously took notes, scribbling down every minor movement and the structure of the purple energy.
Mai lifted her gaze to the sky, her eyes softening as they settled on Yuanba.
He had already transcended what a normal cultivator could dream of — and she knew he would only continue to soar higher, leaving others in the dust. Yet, in her heart, she vowed she would never let herself fall behind.
Yun Che once told her that Yuanba had grown used to being surrounded by extreme beauties — Retsu, Mio, Xia Qingyue, Nemu — and yet, none of them stirred his heart the way she did. To him, they were breathtaking, yes, but familiar.
She was the one he had chosen — the one he wanted.
A shy smile bloomed across Mai's lips.
If he is willing to stay loyal to me forever... then I must be worthy of standing by his side, too.
Her thoughts wandered. Yuanba could remain forever young, his body untouched by the flow of time thanks to his profound veins and nature as a Profound Cultivator. Meanwhile, she — an ordinary girl — would eventually grow old and frail. Her husband would look young and strong while she became an old granny.
She couldn't accept that.
Not for herself.
Not for him.
She clenched her small fists with newfound determination.
I will cultivate.
Not just for herself, but for her sister's safety, for the future family she dreamed of sharing with Yuanba — and for the simple happiness of being able to walk beside him, forever young and strong.
After this match, she decided, she would go to Yun Che herself and ask to begin training.
The family shop, which was now bustling with more patrons than ever, would continue to thrive — a secure income for her little sister Mei and her parents. They would support her decision, she was sure.
It was time for her to pursue her own happiness.
It was time to live for her dreams.
She would cultivate diligently — perhaps sell her sushi and noodles on weekends to stay connected to her roots — but her heart was now set on forging a new path.
If Nezuko could grow strong at such a young age, why couldn't she?
She had the knowledge, the resolve, and now the motivation.
Mai's eyes gleamed with steely resolve as she watched Yuanba battle in the sky. His golden hair, blazing aura, and black wings made him look like a being out of a myth.
Yet even so, he was the boy who once awkwardly helped her carry groceries and help around her shop during his last holiday, who smiled warmly at her every chance he got.
She smiled once more, the warmth of her heart driving away any fear.
"Give me some time, Yuanba... I'll catch up to you. I promise."
Cang Yue sat relaxed, her hands folded neatly on her lap. The barrier surrounding the VIP area was enforced by powerful Kido spells, and the arena itself was protected by multiple layers of profound arrays. She trusted the protections — but even so, her heart thumped at the sheer pressure radiating from Yuanba's technique.
"Yun Che truly creates miracles…" she thought with a small smile.
Meanwhile, Yun Che simply crossed his arms, golden hair swaying slightly from the energy ripples Yuanba was generating. His confident smirk widened.
"Good. He finally got it working."
This technique was something only Yuanba could manifest. It was a testament to the monstrous potential lying dormant within his Tyrannical Emperor Profound Veins.
Up in the stands, Xia Qingyue sat stiffly, eyes glued to the sky.
Her heart stirred with conflicted emotions.
What... in the world did Yun Che teach him?
Transformations... techniques... unimaginable power... If I had followed him back then instead of remaining loyal to Frozen Cloud Asgard… what would have become of me?
Her gaze shifted subtly toward Chu Yuechan — Little Fairy.
For months, she had harbored a suspicion.
Little Fairy, the famed Ice Fairy who once despised men, returned to the sect three months after disappearing — stronger, sharper, different.
Even warmer.
She demonstrated abilities eerily similar to those Yun Che and Retsu used:
Precognition — sensing attacks before they were launched.
Energy Creation — forming weapons from pure energy.
And now, the Heavenly God Spiritual Veins… bestowed upon her just like a chosen disciple.
It was him.
He was the mysterious master who healed and rebuilt her.
Xia Qingyue's chest tightened.
An invisible wall now stood between her and Yun Che — a gap she could no longer cross with simple effort.
She turned her gaze upward again.
There he stood: Yuanba, golden hair blazing like the sun, emerald and purple auras swirling around him, black wings spread wide, power condensed in his hands like a miniature supernova.
A sight that could only be called... divine.
"What would have happened… if I had chosen differently?"
"If I had stayed by his side… as his loyal and faithful wife… trained with him for two years… would I now stand among the stars like them?"
Jealousy, regret, awe, admiration — all mixed inside her heart like a storm she could no longer calm.
Up above, Yuanba gritted his teeth, the wild energy threatening to spiral out of control. But he held firm, his arms trembling from the sheer magnitude.
Finally, the ball of purple destruction stabilized — a pulsing orb of chaotic energy so dense that even the sect masters couldn't help but stand up from their seats.
Whatever Yuanba was about to unleash... it wasn't just another flashy performance.
It was real. And it was terrifying.
Yun Che's smirk deepened as he watched Yuanba continue charging the rampaging purple energy in the sky.
"Back then... I couldn't even control my energy properly. No real Ki manipulation… not until I unlocked Haki."
He chuckled inwardly, remembering how frustrated he had been watching Yuanba's natural talent bloom.
It was pure jealousy.
Yuanba's Tyrannical Emperor Veins allowed him to mold and gather energy in a way Yun Che simply couldn't at the time.
Even though he had the knowledge, he lacked the means to use it himself.
And so, he had taught Yuanba the basic principles of Ki control — despite not being able to use them himself.
"Look at you now, little bro. Making me proud."
Now, things were different.
Now, he had evolved his Spirit Forceinto Profound Spirit Ki through the system's guidance.
Now, he could cultivate and control Ki.
Now, he could finally do it.
The one move he had always dreamed of since his childhood — watching heroes from another world unleash it with pure heart and determination.
A mischievous glint flashed in his golden, teal-tinged eyes.
He spread his legs apart, stabilizing himself at the center of the arena. His Super Saiyan aura flared even stronger, golden light roaring around him.
"If I can cultivate Ki now... then I can finally do it. I can finally live my childhood dream."
He brought his hands together, palms cupped, drawing them to his side.
His energy began to surge, gathering between his palms into a brilliant blue core.
He couldn't help but mutter under his breath in Japanese — a whisper of pure respect and gratitude:
"Thank you… rest in peace… Akira Toriyama."
The move he had waited a lifetime to perform was finally within his grasp.
As he focused, the crowd buzzed, confused at first — wondering what he was doing standing there with such a focused posture.
Mio screamed, pointing, "Waaa! Danna-sama is doing something too!!"
Nemu's pen snapped under the pressure of her own excitement. "Yuu-sama's gathering… something… something huge!!"
Cang Yue's calm demeanor flickered slightly — the aura Yun Che was gathering made even the reinforced barriers groan under pressure.
Xue Ling and Lin Yueru as well as Jin Mulan had to use profound energy to enhance their sight. To even see through.
Xia Qingyue clutched her chest unconsciously.
What... what is he doing now?!
Meanwhile, Little Fairy's lips parted slightly. "...He's really going to do it. This rascal is really going overboard again!"
Up in the air, Yuanba's energy reached critical mass.
On the ground, Yun Che's cupped hands began to glow brighter and brighter.
The two brothers — no — two Super Saiyans — were about to clash in a way the Profound Sky Continent had never seen before.
"Ka"
"Me"
The ground beneath Yun Che was crumbling further, forming a massive crater as the debris rose and circled him like a storm.
His body stood firm in the center of it all — golden hair blazing upward, teal eyes narrowed in focus, and his hands still locked in that familiar stance.
The energy between his palms burned brighter and brighter, forming a condensed sphere of searing blue light.
"Ha...!"
Yun Che's voice rumbled like thunder as the gathered energy reached a critical point.
The crowd could barely breathe.
Some couldn't even keep their eyes open from the blinding radiance that engulfed the entire arena.
The elders, sect masters, and even the instructors who had been prepared to storm the stage... froze.
Their instincts screamed at them.
If they interfered now, they would die.
Even Ling Kun, who had faced countless dangers in his life, broke into cold sweat watching the scene unfold.
What kind of move is this?! It's not a profound technique... it's something completely alien!
"Me!" Yun Che shouted as the gathering sequence is almost complete.
Meanwhile, Retsu clutched her fists, her lips quivering with excitement.
"Muuuu! I must learn this from him!! I'll beg him to teach me!" she cried out, almost bouncing on her seat.
"I'll learn it first!" Mio shouted as she clung onto Nemu, who was writing down everything furiously despite the vibrating ground.
Cang Yue, normally composed, leaned forward breathlessly — her heart pounding.
She remembered...
The move he once unleashed with his Bankai, Hihio Zabimaru: The giant bone snake that used the red beam that obliterated everything in its path — with one shot.
Back then, it needed a Bankai's full power.
Now... he no longer needed a Bankai.
Little Fairy narrowed her eyes in awe, her thoughts swirling.
How much has he grown? How deep is his potential?
Even Jasmine, deep within Yun Che's soul space, recalled the ancient battlefield of the Azure Dragon Trial — when Yun Che's Bankai fired the massive red blast that decimated thousands of stone soldiers in one breath.
Now he can recreate that destructive force — using only his body and Ki control alone? Without relying on the power of Zanpakutō or Bankai?
"Incredible…"
High above, Yuanba gritted his teeth as he felt the pressure building below.
He too was charging his devastating purple blast — but compared to Yun Che's gathering force, his energy felt wild and untamed.
If I don't finish this quick, I'll lose before it even starts!!
Yuanba screamed internally, pouring every ounce of strength into the growing purple sphere between his hands.
On the arena floor, the debris fully levitated around Yun Che now, orbiting him like moons around a planet.
Yun Che inhaled deeply.
And then—
"ANIKI! TAKE THIS!!"
Yuanba roared with all his might, thrusting both hands forward.
"GALICK GUN!!"
A colossal surge of energy erupted from his palms, blasting out in a spiraling, fuchsia-colored beam.
The very air trembled as the Galick Gun screamed forward, tearing through space with unimaginable speed and fury.
The entire arena shook violently.
The protective barriers around the stands flared into visible light as they strained to withstand the sheer destructive power.
"THAT BEAM—!!"
Someone from the crowd cried out in panic.
"It's gonna destroy the whole stage!!" another screamed.
Yet Yun Che stood his ground.
His Super Saiyan aura blazed brighter than ever, golden hair whipping wildly in the torrent of energy.
His hands locked steady as the brilliant blue Kamehameha gathered in his palms — its light so blinding that some could only see his golden silhouette within it.
The ground beneath him — no, the entire central platform — cracked open, veins of light spreading outward as if the arena itself was splitting apart from the pressure of the two attacks.
Yun Che narrowed his eyes, calm and focused.
"Come on, Yuanba..." he muttered under his breath with a grin.
Then —
With a mighty roar —
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
He unleashed it.
The Kamehameha or the Turtle Destruction Wave. The legendary technique of Son Goku from Dragonball.
The Kamehameha exploded outward from his hands, a titanic wave of blue energy that clashed directly against Yuanba's surging Galick Gun.
BOOOOOM!!!!
The moment the two beams collided, a shockwave of pure energy rippled outwards, flattening the arena's surroundings.
The audience screamed as the barrier around them flared to maximum intensity, shielding them from the deadly blast.
The center of the collision became a raging storm — purple and blue beams grinding against each other, neither side giving way.
The arena floor crumbled and cracked.
Chunks of stone were vaporized instantly from the sheer pressure.
Yun Che gritted his teeth, pouring more Profound Spirit Ki into his Kamehameha. His power was suppressed to match Yuanba. Somehow, this was fun to him.
The energy core in his chest — the Saiyan Fuel — roared to life, sending even more strength into his muscles.
Meanwhile, Yuanba's veins bulged as he screamed, his black wings flaring wide, fighting to pour every ounce of strength he had into his Galick Gun.
Above, clouds began to swirl unnaturally, drawn by the clash of powers below.
Two Super Saiyans —
It wasn't just an attack.
It was a dream given form.
It was the Galick Gun versus the Kamehameha.
The clash between Yuanba's Galick Gun and Yun Che's Kamehameha shook the very foundations of the arena. Tiny pebbles levitated across the battleground, swirling like a storm caught between two mighty tides.
If not for the reinforced barrier, the audience would have been pelted by the debris. Even so, the protective dome vibrated violently under the pressure, groaning as if it could barely contain the titanic forces colliding within.
In the spectator seats, Retsu, Mio, and Nemu watched with eyes shining like children witnessing a dream come true.
The power of the Kamehameha — they had only seen it in stories Yun Che told them. Now, seeing it with their own eyes, they burned with excitement.
Muuuuu!! They swore silently: they had to learn it. No matter what.
Cang Yue, usually composed, stared wide-eyed, her breath caught in her throat. Beside her, Xue Ling, Lin Yueru, and Jin Mulan also stood frozen in awe.
Jin Mulan clenched her fists at her sides, feeling a fire ignite deep within her heart.
If I had that kind of power... could I restore the Jin Family to its former glory? Could I protect everything that was once lost?
For the first time in a long while, she dared to hope.
Xue Ling, still stunned, gazed intently at Yun Che.
No wonder these girls grew so powerful by his side. He didn't just teach them strength — he showed them a future beyond anything the Profound Sky Continent could offer.
She smiled softly.
He leads them... and they willingly follow. Maybe I could ask for some tips? One day, Yue'er will surpass me, I can't let her protect me when that time comes.
Lin Yueru looked up at the two warriors clashing in the skies, a strange tightness in her chest.
Once, she had mocked Yun Che, called him a pervert without second thought. Now, realizing how strong he had become — how strong he had made those around him — she felt a cold sweat down her spine.
Had she unwittingly escaped death by his mercy?
Maybe... just maybe, it wouldn't be wrong to ask him for guidance.
Not for herself alone — but for the sake of Cang Yue, the princess she had sworn to protect.
Her hands curled into fists, a quiet determination flashing in her eyes.
After this tournament, I will seek him out. Even if I must bow my head to ask... I will become stronger. I must protect the people dear to me.
The fairies of Frozen Cloud Asgard narrowed their eyes, channeling their advanced senses to block out the blinding lights engulfing the arena. Even then, they struggled to fully grasp the battle taking place before them.
In their hearts, a single thought echoed:
Yun Che… is he truly still human?
The power he unleashed was beyond anything they had ever witnessed.
Each of them, once proud of their cultivation and discipline, now found themselves questioning — could even Xia Qingyue stand against him?
Xia Qingyue herself sat silently, her heart a maelstrom of emotions.
Watching the beams of power tear through the sky, she clenched her trembling hands tightly under her sleeves.
Have they already surpassed me…?
It wasn't just about strength — she knew that now. Battle experience, instinct, mastery — all of it created a gulf wider than raw power alone could measure.
She remembered the night he left her — the night she stood on that hill, watching his back disappear into the unknown.
She should have gone with him.
She should have stayed by his side, fought beside him, learned from him.
But instead... she stayed bound to a promise, a marriage without love. And now, the distance between them was like heaven and earth.
He was already beyond me back then... and now, he stands even higher... like a star I can only glimpse from afar.
A shiver ran through her.
Then… what is the point of tomorrow's battle?
Facing such overwhelming strength, could she even land a single blow?
Could she even stand before him without being swept away?
Xia Qingyue closed her eyes, letting the waves of energy crash against her spirit.
No — she could not waver. Not now.
Even if she was outmatched. Even if she knew she would lose.
She would fight.
She would pour every ounce of her cultivation, every shard of her pride, every drop of her will into that battle.
Even if it was only a tiny step forward — even if she collapsed at his feet — she had to know how far she had come since the day they parted.
To know his true self. If he isn't the Xiao Che I meant to marry, then I'll find out who you are.
She opened her eyes again, shining with unwavering determination.
Tomorrow... I will give everything. Even if I fall.
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"Haaa!!"
Yuanba roared, pouring every ounce of his strength into the blast. His beam surged forward, pressing Yun Che's Kamehameha backward — inch by inch.
To the spectators, it looked like Yuanba had the upper hand. Victory seemed inevitable.
Yun Che, however, only smirked.
He thinks he can win a beam clash against me? Cute.
Because unlike Yuanba, he had one more card to play.
Due to avoid unfairness, sort of…... his cultivation was suppressed at the Peak of the True Profound Realm. Even with Super Saiyan active, it only pushed him to the Fifth Level of the Spirit Profound Realm — just almost matching Yuanba's cultivation.
But now…
"System, unlock suppression to Fifth Level Spirit Profound Realm," Yun Che commanded inwardly.
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[Ding… Suppression Removed.]
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Instantly, a surge of raw power flooded through his body.
His strength snapped into place — full, complete, and unrestricted.
The moment his real power was unleashed, the clash began to shift.
Yuanba's beam, which had been overwhelming Yun Che, suddenly stalled.
Then, horrifyingly to Yuanba, it began to push back.
"Wha...?"
Yuanba widened his eyes, feeling the reversal happening faster than he could react.
Yun Che's smirk deepened.
"And the best part?"
He grinned as golden lightning crackled across his body.
"The evolved version and devolved version of the Heretic God Arts… stacks."
With a single shout that shook the arena —
"BURNING HEART!"
A red fiery aura erupted around him, surrounding his gold aura like a stacked gold with outer red aura.
Another twofold amplification crashed down on top of his Super Saiyan form.
The entire arena felt it — the pressure, the seismic shift in power.
The beams, once equal in size, now tilted savagely in Yun Che's favor.
His Kamehameha ballooned, swelling into a roaring wave of light.
The very air split apart as it surged forward.
Seeing the inevitable, Yuanba gritted his teeth and leapt aside just in time —
As Yun Che's beam tore through his attack, shattered the sky barrier, and blasted straight into the heavens.
A deafening boom followed.
Light illuminated the entire arena like a second sun before slowly fading.
Then—
Silence.
Absolute, stunned silence.
The entire arena was deathly quiet, the only sound the crackling remnants of the energy clash that had just shaken the very world itself.
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The arena was deathly silent, every soul frozen in awe at the power that had just been unleashed.
Never before, in the long history of the Blue Wind Ranking Tournament, had such a spectacle been witnessed — a display so overwhelming it seared itself into the hearts and memories of everyone present.
Even Ling Yun, once seen as a paragon of talent, was utterly eclipsed.
The grand performances of the top four finalists had shattered all previous expectations.
Xia Qingyue's crystalline Domain of Ice, Unohana Retsu's towering Water Dragon, Xia Yuanba's golden-haired transformation, and now Yun Che's titanic, blue Kamehameha —
each had revealed a strength that soared beyond the known limits of the Profound Sky Continent.
This tournament had become more than a competition.
It was history being written before their eyes.
Far beyond the arena, those who watched from distant cities and sects through spiritual artifacts trembled in their seats, grateful — and envious — that they could bear witness to such grandness.
Many could only dream of standing among the crowd today, to feel the earth-shaking might in person.
And as if that wasn't enough, Princess Cang Yue had herself unveiled strength unseen before.
By her own hands, she had defeated Ling Yun, rising to claim the fifth place in the tournament — a place no one had expected, solidifying her as a proud emblem of the Blue Wind Imperial Family.
For a long moment, the arena was frozen in absolute silence.
Then—
BOOM!
The stands erupted like a volcano.
Cheers, gasps, and shouts of disbelief filled the air as the spectators finally remembered how to breathe.
"Heavens above... what did I just witness!?" an elder gasped, clutching the rail.
"That... that wasn't just a profound technique! That was something from the legends!" cried another, voice cracking with excitement.
"He pushed it into the sky! That blast could've wiped out the entire arena if it hit the ground!!"
Nobles, sect disciples, merchants, and even ordinary civilians were all on their feet, screaming, clapping, whistling—some even shouting Yun Che and Yuanba's names at the top of their lungs.
Several elders from prestigious sects stood frozen in place, staring at the aftermath, their minds reeling at the terrifying control and raw force they had just witnessed.
Many of the younger disciples — even those hailed as prodigies — looked at each other with pale faces.
Compared to that clash… what were their skills? Petty tricks?
"This... this is the real pinnacle of the Spirit Profound Realm," an instructor muttered in awe.
"No... no, it's more than that. It's already the realm of monsters…"
Frozen Cloud Asgard disciples, usually reserved and graceful, were murmuring excitedly amongst themselves, their elegant image forgotten for once.
Some even clutched at each other's sleeves, wide-eyed and trembling, their admiration for Yun Che and Yuanba reaching new, indescribable heights.
In the royal seating area, even the Emperor, Cang Wanhe had unconsciously risen from his throne, his fists clenched tight, knuckles white.
"What monstrous talents…" he whispered, barely believing his own eyes.
"These four… no, these five... will carry the future of Blue Wind Empire."
The announcer, Ling Wugou, opened his mouth to speak—
—and for the first time in the tournament's history, completely forgot his lines.
All he could do was stare blankly at the battlefield, mouth agape, before he finally stammered out:
"I-I... I have no words…"
The atmosphere was electric.
The Blue Wind Ranking Tournament had transcended itself.
Today, it was no longer about who won or lost — but about who had the privilege to witness such a day.
"Brother-in-law… I don't think I can continue anymore," Yuanba panted heavily, dropping onto his bottom with a loud thud. The golden gleam of his hair faded away, returning to its usual grey, and the muscular definition he carried in his transformed state quickly receded. He looked a little smaller now—more like the Yuanba everyone knew.
Yun Che watched with a thoughtful smirk.
So the muscles were simply the manifestation of all that bottled-up power. Once the energy disperses, the body naturally returns to normal.
"You're right," Yun Che said, crossing his arms casually. "This Super Saiyan transformation really is taxing. It burns through your stamina like crazy."
"How do I transform back?" Yuanba asked, scratching the back of his head in confusion.
Yun Che chuckled, slapping his palms together. "Normally, Super Saiyan needs anger as a catalyst to transform. Rage is the fuel."
"But can't I just… use that 'tingly feeling' behind my back?" Yuanba asked innocently, tilting his head.
"You can," Yun Che replied, smirking. "But it's better to master transformation through rage first. That way, you can call upon it anytime, even under pressure."
Then Yun Che cracked his knuckles and gave Yuanba a sideways glance.
"Now, transform."
Yuanba blinked, bewildered. "Uh… how do I—?"
Yun Che's expression turned playful but firm. He clapped his fist into his palm with a loud smack.
"Boy… don't make me repeat myself."
"Yes, sir!!" Yuanba said, nearly jumping to his feet.
He took a stance, closing his eyes and focusing. The air around him stirred as he recalled that simmering rage—the injustice, the helplessness, the burning need to be stronger. He clenched his fists tighter.
"HAAAAAAAA!!!"
BOOM!!!
An explosive shockwave burst outward as golden energy erupted from him. Yuanba's hair flared back into its brilliant Super Saiyan gold, and his teal eyes burned with power. His muscles bulked up slightly again, and the ground beneath him cracked from the sheer force he unleashed.
Yun Che nodded approvingly, a rare look of pride flashing in his eyes.
"You really do have a knack for this," he said, smirking.
He's learning faster than I expected… He might surpass even my expectations someday.
Yun Che's golden aura flared once more, Super Saiyan energy crackling around him like lightning. His spiky hair stood wild and proud—reminiscent of the legendary warrior Goku.
He narrowed his eyes at Yuanba with a grin.
"Let's settle this… with one final punch."
Yuanba blinked, surprised. "One last punch?"
"Yeah. Put everything you've got into it," Yun Che said firmly. "All your Ki. No holding back."
Yuanba clenched his fists. His golden aura roared to life as he nodded. "Right!"
Both men shot into the sky. While flight was normally a privilege of those in the Sky Profound Realm, Yuanba's wings—a rare treasure—granted him flight. But Yun Che's ability to fly with no visible aid had left the elders and audience mystified. Just how deep did his powers run? Especially with Cang Yue and Unohana Retsu recently revealing strength beyond comprehension.
Some elders in the crowd murmured among themselves.
Perhaps for the next Blue Wind Ranking Tournament… entry should be restricted to those below the Spirit Profound Realm.
Otherwise… no one else stands a chance.
Hovering above the arena, Yun Che turned to Ling Wugou below.
"Elder Ling! Can you restart the match for one final clash?"
Ling Wugou looked baffled but nodded. "Are… are you two ready?"
Both warriors gave a solemn nod.
"BEGIN!"
BOOM!
They exploded into motion—blurs of golden auras streaking across the sky like shooting stars. The pressure of their speed created afterimages, then sonic booms as they collided head-on. The crowd held their breath, stunned into silence.
High above, they shouted in unison.
"HAAAAAA!!!"
Their fists met in mid-air.
CRACK–BOOM!
The collision echoed like thunder, a shockwave rippling across the entire barrier. Even reinforced walls trembled. Dust kicked up across the arena. Everyone gasped as they witnessed the two warriors collide with the force of falling stars.
Yun Che's fist landed squarely on Yuanba's cheek. Yuanba's punch struck Yun Che's jaw at the same time.
Time slowed for a moment.
Their fists still on each other's face and Yun Che's Burning Heart and Super Saiyan aura disappeared. Leaving only his golden hair.
Yuanba's golden glow flickered. "Brother-in-law…" he muttered with a faint smile, "…I really can't beat you. Even with Super Saiyan. But this… this was the best fight I've ever had."
With that, the golden aura around him faded completely. His body reverted, hair returning to grey, and his eyes rolled back as he began to fall from the sky—unconscious.
"Yuanba!!" Mai screamed from the stands, leaping up in panic.
But before he could hit the ground, Yun Che flashed downward in a streak of light and caught him in his arms—gentle and steady.
"You did well," Yun Che whispered. "You're strong… One day, let's rise even higher. Together."
Ling Wugou, still stunned by what he witnessed, finally raised his hand and declared:
"Blue Wind Profound Palace's Xia Yuanba is unable to continue! The victor—representing the Blue Wind Imperial Family—Yun Che! He advances to the Grand Finals!"
The arena erupted with thunderous cheers.
A moment that would be etched into history.
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Grand Finals
Frozen Cloud Asgard Xia Qingyue
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Blue Wind Imperial Family Yun Che
Third Place Battle Placing
Blue Wind Imperial Family Unohana Retsu
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Blue Wind Profound Palace – Xia Yuanba
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At the same time, Yun Che smiled as the last notification surprised even him.
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[Ding...… Great Way of the Buddha Experience Points +1000]
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"Not bad, my boy. I actually felt that." Yun Che mused seeing the passed out Yuanba in his arms. Even with his current cultivation powered up by Super Saiyan, he was able to pierce his Lower Ranked Saint Body with his full powered punch. Even if +1000 XP is merely a simple punch but he could still feel it.
"Not bad..."