Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1632 Father and Son Game
Boom——! ! !
A deafening explosion ripped through the sky, and the energy sphere veered off course at the last moment before being intercepted, transforming into a twisted beam of blazing light that shot straight into the heavens.

It tore through the atmosphere, pierced through the thick clouds, and then exploded violently—not an ordinary explosion, but an extreme release of energy that devoured everything.

The sea of ​​clouds was instantly evaporated and dispersed, forming a huge hole with a diameter of several kilometers, as if a piece of the sky had been forcibly dug out, revealing the dark and cold deep space of the universe behind it.

The shockwave spread out in a ring, pushing the higher clouds into a majestic ring-shaped mountain. Sunlight shone directly down from the hole, casting a huge and distorted spot of light on the ground.

"Piccolo—!!!"

The Flute Demon Child whirled around, his green face contorted with rage, his eyes flashing with a terrifying ferocity.

His aura surged wildly, revealing the extremely unstable energy within him.

He roared furiously at the intruder: "What are you doing! How dare you stop me?!"

Bick hovered in the air, his expression as cold and aloof as if it were a thousand years of ice.

The wind whipped his cloak, making it flutter loudly, but he remained as steady as a rock.

His icy gaze met the flute-wielding demon boy's fury without flinching.

"Our goal is revenge, not the destruction of this planet."

His voice was deep and filled with unquestionable authority.

"You've lost control, Demon Child. You've let anger consume your judgment."

"Come on this!"

The Flute Demon Child interrupted sharply, his aura surging violently with rage.

"Have you forgotten who we are? We are the Demon Race, feared throughout the universe! Destroying enemies and conquering planets—that's how we do it!"

"and then?"

Bick retorted coldly, his gaze sharp as a knife.

"Who can rule over a worthless speck of cosmic dust? How can the demon race flourish? Revenge without even a foothold is nothing but meaningless self-destruction! What you need to learn is not power, but thought!"

"How dare you lecture me!"

The Piper's roar was filled with the fury of being offended, but he no longer looked at Piccolo, instead locking all his killing intent onto the unyielding figure in front of him—Son Goku.

His body exploded with energy again as he charged forward with even greater speed, and a fierce hand-to-hand combat ensued once more, the muffled thuds of fists and feet colliding resembling heavy war drums.

Just then, Bick's attention turned to the other side.

Son Gohan, having just recovered from the shock of his father's near destruction, is now intently watching his father's battle.

A cold smile curled at the corner of Bick's mouth.

"Hmph, kid."

Piccolo's voice caught Gohan's attention.

"I'll show you firsthand what I've learned from you stubborn humans—not just strength, but also the tactic of using any means necessary to achieve your goals!"

He suddenly thrust out his right palm, and a dazzling beam of energy instantly condensed—

"Magic Beam!" Gohan's pupils contracted, and his fighting instincts, honed through long and arduous training, made him almost instinctively dodge to the side.

The scorching beam of light whistled past his combat suit, the resulting wave of heat burning his skin.

However, just as he thought he had successfully evaded it, Bick's five fingers suddenly twisted!
The magic cannon, which had already missed its target, drew a sharp arc in the air, defying common sense, like a venomous snake controlled by an invisible hand, unexpectedly biting its target!
"What?!!"

Son Gohan had no idea that energy attacks could be manipulated in this way, and it was too late to react!
"boom!!!"

The massive explosion completely engulfed him, with flames and thick smoke shooting into the sky, and debris and dust violently blasting outwards in a ring.

Bick didn't pause for a moment, nor did he even look at the result of the first shot.

His arms became a blurry afterimage, and the energy within his body poured out wildly without reservation.

"Boom boom boom boom boom!!!"

One after another, tracking magic beams erupted from his hands, weaving a deadly web of death in the air, relentlessly bombarding the epicenter of the explosion from all sorts of extremely tricky angles.

Every shot was incredibly precise, and every strike contained the terrifying power to shatter mountains.

The continuous explosions sounded like a symphony of destruction. The earth trembled violently, and smoke and dust filled the air, completely obscuring the view, as if trying to wipe that area and the boy in it off the face of the earth.

This astonishing scene also shocked the main battlefield.

Piper Boy delivered a powerful punch, temporarily forcing Goku back. He glanced at the area that had been relentlessly bombarded and wrecked beyond recognition, letting out a sharp, cold laugh: "Hmph! Goku, do you see that? Your son is about to be blasted into cosmic dust by Piccolo! This is the end result of you bringing him here to die!"

Son Goku released his arm, his face showing no worry but rather a signature, excited, and fighting spirited smile, the corners of his mouth turning upwards confidently: "Is that so? But I have a feeling Gohan won't be defeated so easily. And..."

His eyes flickered slightly, as if he were implying something, "You all seem to have forgotten something."

At this moment, although Sun Wukong's aura was equally powerful and his fighting stance was flawless, a closer look revealed that both he and his son, Sun Gohan, seemed to be bound by an invisible, heavy shackle, with an extremely subtle unnaturalness in their flow.

Beneath their bright orange martial arts uniforms and suit linings lies a weight far beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

Neither the enraged Piper nor Piccolo, who calmly launched his fierce attack, had yet to realize this crucial detail—this seemingly evenly matched battle, in which they even had a slight advantage, was not conducted under fair conditions from the very beginning.

Once the shackles are broken and the true power that has been dormant emerges, the balance of this battle of revenge and protection will tilt dramatically, in ways that defy everyone's expectations!

On the other side of the battlefield, Bick's saturation bombardment seemed to have finally come to an end.

The billowing smoke and dust slowly settled, revealing a massive crater that had been completely destroyed, reduced to lava and scorched earth.

However, right in the center of that giant pit, a faint but extremely tenacious aura not only did not disappear, but instead, like steel being tempered, began to rise and expand tenaciously and at an astonishing speed!

Bick's brows furrowed, and for the first time, a look of seriousness and surprise appeared in his cold green eyes.

He clearly sensed that within those ruins, a dormant, enormous energy, far exceeding his expectations, was awakening with a roar, driven by anger and determination!
Son Gohan's clothes were tattered, and he also took off his weights.

Combat power skyrocketed from 400+ to 500+!

"Nani!"

Bick's pupils contracted.

(End of this chapter)