Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out

Then his left fist followed, and several punches were thrown at Solo’s head, chest and side in quick succession, with tricky angles, fast and fierce.

Solo stood still, without even moving his feet. He raised his right hand, his five fingers spread out like a net, easily blocking all of Mulou's punches and kicks.

The fist struck his palm, producing several dull thuds, without even shaking his shoulder.

"Is this all the power you have? It's far too weak." Solo smiled contemptuously, flipped his right hand to deflect Mulu's fist, and simultaneously raised his right foot to kick out, his sole landing precisely on Mulu's cheek.

"boom!"

The kick was as powerful as a hammer blow. Mulu's dark red face caved in for a moment, and he was sent flying like a stone. His body crashed into a low table with cups and plates, bounced twice on the deep red carpet, and then came to a stop.

Mullu lay there, his face pressed against the ground, and didn't move for a long time.

However, Mulu quickly got up from the ground, supporting himself on his knees.

A clear shoe print appeared on his cheek, and the bloodstains at the corner of his mouth were thicker. His gaze was fixed on Solo, and his face grew increasingly pale, turning from dark red to a deep, almost iron-gray color.

"You have completely enraged me. I will make you wish you were dead!" Mulu squinted, his voice squeezed out from between his teeth, and suddenly raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

Solo naturally noticed Mullu's little gesture. His gaze followed Mullu's finger to the two-meter-tall robot standing there. The corners of his mouth curved slightly, and a hint of expectation appeared on his face. He did not intend to stop him.

The moment Mulou snapped his fingers, Mosco's body suddenly moved.

The two-meter-tall metal machine, which had originally resembled a sculpture, now emitted a slight motor sound from its joints. Its head tilted slightly, as if receiving a command. Its feet turned at an angle on the stone slab, and its body flashed. In the blink of an eye, it appeared beside Mulu.

"crunch"

On Mosco's abdomen, the metal shell slid open to the sides, revealing a circular entrance just large enough for one person to enter.

The interior is a dark control cabin, with joysticks and displays lined up on the cabin walls, emitting a faint blue light.

With a light leap, Mulu's small body landed in the entrance, the movement as practiced as if he had done it countless times.

The metal casing slowly closed behind him with a soft "click".

Mullu gripped the control stick with both hands, his gaze fixed on the display screen inside the cabin, his expression shifting from anger to ferocity.

"You're in deep trouble now!" Mosco's voice boomed from the loudspeaker, amplified with a metallic sheen. "I told you, I'll make you wish you were dead! Do you know who you've messed with?"

"Aren't you Mosco, the God of Destruction of Universe 3?" Solo chuckled and tilted his head. "Do I even need to guess?"

Mulu's expression froze for a moment in the cabin, his eyes flashed on the screen, and his face immediately turned extremely ugly.

This guy really is from another universe, otherwise he wouldn't have known my identity so easily.

"Which universe's God of Destruction sent you?" Muru roared through Mosco's loudspeaker, his voice even deeper than before. "Who is it? Who is deliberately targeting me?"

"You really want to know who sent you?" Solo chuckled dismissively, arms crossed. "Your strength is at the bottom of the entire universe, so whoever sent you, it's pretty much the same thing."

As he said this, Solo's gaze lingered on Mosco for a moment.

Although the robot's appearance was somewhat bulky, its entire body was covered with dark gray metal plates, and there were obvious mechanical structures at its joints, this was just a disguise.

Solo could sense that beneath that metal shell lay a power far exceeding what was on the surface.

"Snapped!"

Solo immediately erupted with purplish-red flames, and his aura suddenly surged.

Before Mulou could make a move, Solo sprang forward and rushed toward Mosco, moving as fast as a beam of light piercing the air.

"Bang bang bang!"

The two immediately engaged in a fierce battle within the palace.

Solo's fist and Mosco's mechanical arm collided in the air, and the force of the impact exploded outwards in concentric circles from the point of impact.

The moment the metal came into contact with the energy, tiny sparks flew out; the deep red carpet was lifted up and then fell back down by the shockwave; the oil painting on the wall slipped off the hook and fell to the ground with a dull thud.

The two figures collided repeatedly and then quickly separated in the main hall, leaving the entire palace in a mess.

After several rounds of exchanges.

Solo's body suddenly stopped, then transformed into a streak of crimson light, rising from the center of the hall, passing through the gap in the ceiling, and soaring into the sky.

"Trying to run? Too late!" Mulu sneered from inside Mosco's cabin, pushed the control stick with both hands, and Mosco's foot stomped heavily on the hall floor, his body following closely behind, soaring into the sky.

Solo didn't actually want to escape; he just didn't want to destroy the planet.

After all, there are so many beautiful young women on this planet, it would be a shame to destroy them, so we should save as many as we can.

For him, it doesn't matter where he fights, but there are some venues where he needs to be more careful.

"call out"

Solo was too fast; the crimson flames left a long trail in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, he broke through the planet's atmosphere and entered the vast starry sky.

The body slightly adjusted its posture in the weightlessness, then slowly came to a stop, suspended against the dark backdrop of the universe. Turning around, the gaze fell on the pale golden planet behind it.

When Champa, Bardos, and Fova saw Solo rushing towards them, they had already quietly found a place to hide.

The three hid behind several scattered meteorites, keeping their aura extremely low to avoid alerting Mosco to anything unusual.

Champa's gaze peered through the cracks in the meteorite at the starry sky, its tail hanging quietly behind it.

He had a clear understanding of the situation: it was best not to take action if possible.

If Solo can handle it himself, why not?

Solo hovered in the starry sky, his gaze fixed on the dark gray figure chasing after him below, and he slowly slowed down.

Mosco burst out of the atmosphere, with a few wisps of scorched and deformed air ripples still clinging to the edge of the robot's shell.

Sensing that Mosco was getting close, Solo suddenly turned his body and swung his right leg back like a whip, his foot landing precisely on Mosco's abdomen.

"boom!"

The force of the kick was transmitted through the metal shell into the cabin.

Mulu was sitting in the control seat when his body was violently thrown to the left side of the seat by inertia. His head hit the bulkhead, and his vision blurred.

A wave of dizziness washed over me, and my ears were ringing as if a swarm of flying insects were buzzing around inside.

At this moment, Muru deeply felt the strength of his opponent.

Even if I control Mosco, I can only manage a draw with him.

Mullu pressed his thumb twice on the control stick, trying to steady the aircraft, but the recoil from that kick had not completely dissipated.

From which universe did this human being originate?

Or is this guy a trainee Destroyer?

I've never heard of any universe having a trainee God of Destruction.

Mullu's mind raced.

Oh right, I remember now. I heard that the God of Destruction of Universe 11, Vermouth, took on a disciple who has become an apprentice God of Destruction. I think his name is Toppo.

Mulu shook his head, his face growing increasingly grim, the iron-gray hue turning into a deeper displeasure.

"It's such a waste to give Mosco to you." Solo's figure flashed and he was already not far from Mosco, with a hint of regret in his eyes. "Why don't you give him to me, and I can spare your life."

Mulu's gaze swept back and forth between the values ​​on the screen inside the cabin and the face of the long-haired woman outside. His pupils suddenly contracted as he finally understood the other party's purpose.

"You...you want to steal my Mosco? You're dreaming!" Mulu's voice boomed from the loudspeaker, filled with the fury of someone who had been stepped on, and he slammed his finger on the control stick.

Mosco raised his mechanical hand, his five fingers spread, his palm facing Solo.

"Snapped!"

A ball of purplish-red destructive energy condensed from Mosco's palm, slowly taking shape like a miniature star in the mechanical palm, emitting a chilling luster.

"destroy!"

With a wave of his hand, Mulu hurled the destructive energy in his hand toward Solo.

A crimson ball of light pierced the void, carrying a hissing energy fluctuation, and flew straight toward Solo.

"what!"

Solo let out a delicate shout, her voice carrying through the vacuum via energy, clear yet with a hint of reluctant resilience.

With a sudden flick of his slender hand, he met the incoming destructive energy head-on, like swatting a flying ball, and sent it flying.

The destructive energy deflected at the side of her palm, shooting obliquely into the distance, exploding silently in the starry sky, turning into a purple halo before dissipating.

"What?" Mulu's voice came through the loudspeaker, filled with barely suppressed surprise.

Solo looked down at her hand, which had just swatted away the destructive energy, her pretty face darkening as she silently cursed Bardos a hundred times.

You shameless woman, Bardos! You turned me into a woman, and now I have no fighting spirit left.

Once I surpass you in strength, I'll show you how to deal with you.

"You... I know who you are!" Muru said coldly, his voice coming through the loudspeaker with an air of self-assured certainty. "You're the trainee God of Destruction from Universe 11, right? I remember your name is Toppo!"

“No.” Solo shook his head, his tone calm. “Didn’t I say? I am Solo, the god of justice.”

"You're still pretending!" Mullu stared at Solo with suspicion, his voice rising a notch from the loudspeaker, "You're clearly that guy named Toppo in disguise! I remember that guy was a man, do you think I won't recognize you just because you've turned into a woman?"

Solo's lips twitched twice, and his gaze lingered for a moment on Mulou's dark red face, leaving him speechless.

Toppo is really tragic; he got blamed for this...it's really inexplicable.

I wonder what Toppo would think if he found out about this.

However, Solo didn't emphasize his identity too much. He wouldn't believe him anyway, so why bother?

"Weimeide, you bastard! I'm not done with you!" Mulu's voice boomed from the loudspeaker, filled with the anger of being fooled, and the air from his nostrils fogged up the display screens in the cabin.

In another hidden spot, behind the shadows of several meteorites, Xiangpa was lying on the edge of a larger meteorite, his mouth stretched almost to his ears.

With Wei Mei taking the blame for herself, Champa felt incredibly happy, her tail swaying gently behind her.

"Bardos, Fova, we absolutely mustn't show ourselves!" Champa whispered, his eyes gleaming. "Let that bastard take the blame for this!"

“Oh dear, I also think it’s a very meaningful thing to make others take the blame.” Bardos covered her mouth and chuckled, gently twirling the scepter in her hand.

"Mmm-hmm-hmm!" Fuva nodded vigorously, his gaze shifting back and forth between Champa and Bados.

The three of them exchanged another smile, each one more sly than the last.

However, just as the three of them were laughing happily...

"boom!"

Solo suddenly rushed forward and delivered a clean, powerful kick to Mosco's chest.