Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1655 Battle
"Turbine-Booster-Air-Power Wave!"

Sun Wukong's shout seemed to tear apart the silence between heaven and earth, each syllable carrying a tremor of energy.

Unlike any previous time he had used it, this time the energy waves surging from his palms radiated a deep, pure, and cold blue glow.

Unlike the massive and terrifying energy waves of the past, this one was extremely condensed, only as thick as an arm. However, the highly compressed energy density at its core caused a slight distortion in the surrounding space. Light passing by seemed to be completely swallowed up, emanating a destructive aura that made one's soul tremble.

Vegeta's pupils suddenly contracted; the battle-hardened Saiyan prince possessed a beast-like intuition for energy fluctuations.

A chilling warning instantly shot through his spine!

He didn't even have time to think about what this strange blue light meant. His survival instinct drove him to cross his arms in front of his chest, and the massive amount of energy in his body surged out wildly without reservation, trying to build the strongest energy shield in an instant.

However, it was too late.

The speed of that turbocharged airflow exceeded the limits of visual perception, like a blue death beam piercing through the void, without the slightest pause or attenuation.

The defensive layer that Vegeta hastily erected, which was strong enough to withstand the energy of a planetary explosion, was easily and silently pierced through by this extremely condensed blue light, just like thin ice under a scorching blade!

"Pfft-"

A dull, teeth-grinding tearing sound rang out. The blue light struck Vegeta squarely in the center of his chest.

There was no explosion, no shockwave; all the destructive power was extremely restrained at the moment of contact, and then suddenly released!
Vegeta felt an indescribable pain explode in his chest, as if all the organs in his chest cavity had been instantly pulverized by the highly compressed energy.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body as if struck head-on by a colossal energy cannon, completely out of control, transforming into a blurry afterimage as he was thrown backward.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—!
A series of deafening explosions followed one after another.

Vegeta's body crashed through seven or eight towering rocky mountains in the distance. Each mountain crumbled and collapsed the moment he passed through, stirring up clouds of dust and debris that blotted out the sun.

Finally, he managed to stop his retreat amidst a pile of rubble that had been completely reduced to ruins, almost completely buried in it.

Sun Wukong slowly descended from mid-air, his toes lightly touching the ground.

The ever-pulsating blue arcs of electricity around him gradually receded back into his body like a docile pet, but his clear eyes shone with a light of understanding and wonder.

He clearly felt that the way the "qi" in his body was undergoing a fundamental transformation.

The "five times turbo boost" that originally required deliberate maintenance and precise control was now being integrated into his fighting instincts at an astonishing speed, as natural as breathing.

A strong premonition rose in his heart—perhaps in the near future, this efficient, powerful, and explosive energy state will no longer be a move that needs to be actively activated, but will become a normal state that is as easy as an extension of one's own arm and is present at all times!
In the distance, the huge pile of rubble suddenly exploded.

Vegeta staggered to his feet from the smoke and dust, looking extremely disheveled.

His prized combat suit was completely ripped apart at the chest, revealing a horrific, charred, and even somewhat crystalline wound. Blood streamed down his forehead from the gash, tracing lines across his face, contorted with pain and rage. He gasped for breath, each breath exacerbating the devastating pain in his chest.

However, what was even deeper than the physical trauma was the emotional shock.

The inherent contempt and arrogance towards lower-ranking soldiers in his eyes had vanished without a trace, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity and astonishment that almost solidified into reality.

He stared intently at Sun Wukong in the distance, whose aura had changed drastically. His voice was hoarse from his injuries, yet it still carried the questioning tone of royalty:
"Kakarot... what kind of technique is that?!"

Sun Wukong calmly looked back, a smile on his face that belonged purely to a warrior finding his way forward: "This is the wisdom of Earthlings, Vegeta. You rely too much on the immense power that your race is born with, but you have never calmed down to think about how to use every bit of energy more efficiently, how to compress and purify it, and unleash a power far exceeding its original amount."

Upon hearing this, Vegeta fell into a brief silence.

Blood dripped down his chin, splashing into dark red flowers on the rocks beneath his feet.

A few seconds later, he suddenly let out a low, twisted laugh, which grew louder and louder until it almost turned into maniacal laughter, filled with a frenzied fighting spirit and a kind of excitement that had been thoroughly provoked.

"Interesting... Haha... Hahaha! This is so much fun! Kakarot!"

He abruptly stopped laughing, a terrifying glint flashing in his eyes.

"It seems this trip to Earth was indeed worthwhile! You, a low-ranking soldier, have actually fallen to this level!"

But then, his expression turned incredibly ferocious and resolute.

"However! That's all for now! Kakarot! I'll show you what the true, innate power of the Saiyan Prince is! This is a gap that your petty cleverness can't bridge!"

Before he finished speaking, Vegeta suddenly raised his right hand, and a peculiar, gentle energy, different from ki blasts, began to rapidly gather and swirl in his palm, emitting a pale and cold glow like moonlight!

“That’s…?!”

The smile on Sun Wukong's face vanished instantly, and an extremely ominous premonition welled up in his heart.

His terrifying memories from his youth instantly resurfaced—on that full moon night, as he looked at the full moon in the sky, his body uncontrollably swelled and deformed, transforming into a giant ape that had lost its mind, and its tail was the key to all of this!

After cutting off his and Gohan's tails, he thought that threat was long gone.

But at this moment, Vegeta actually created one out of thin air using his own power!
The soft ball of energy detached from Vegeta's palm, rapidly rising into the sky. As it ascended, it expanded and deformed, eventually stabilizing and transforming into a huge, complete, pale sphere emitting eerie bultz light—an artificial moon suspended directly above the battlefield!
Although it did not actually fly out of the atmosphere, its size and brilliance were no different from a real full moon!

The Boltz Light—the curse and source of power hidden deep within the Saiyan bloodline—began to engulf the entire battlefield like an invisible tide.

(End of this chapter)