Dragon Ball: I Became Cell in a Doomed Future

Chapter 347: The Beast Warrior From Another Timeline

Facing the purple sphere of destruction energy Champa had condensed in his hand, cold sweat trickled down Yamcha's forehead.

If he took it head-on, he would die without question.

He took a deep breath and pushed the divine power he had just obtained to its absolute limit.

"Come on!"

With a roar, not only did he not retreat, he instead charged straight at Champa!

"You've got a death wish!"

Champa was just about to fire the energy sphere.

But halfway through his charge, Yamcha suddenly twisted his body in a bizarre motion and dropped into a high-speed slide along the ground.

His target had never been Champa.

It was the edge of the arena!

He was running!

"Trying to stall for time?"

Champa sneered, immediately seeing through Yamcha's plan.

He dismissed the energy sphere and burst forward with a speed completely at odds with his bulky frame, chasing after him.

"It's useless! In front of me, you don't even qualify to run!"

Yamcha said nothing, pouring all his focus into running and evading.

He was slower than Champa, but his footwork was far more agile.

Every time, just before Champa's attack landed, he would evade by the narrowest possible margin.

Bang!

Champa slammed a fist into the ground. A moment ago Yamcha had been standing there, but now he was already dozens of meters away.

"Damn it!"

Champa followed with a flying kick, the force of it tearing through the air. But Yamcha borrowed that very gust to flip backward and widen the gap again.

On the viewing platform, everyone understood what was happening.

"He's wearing Champa down!" Krillin shouted excitedly.

"Exactly!" Tien's eyes gleamed. "Lord Champa may be powerful, but his build is what it is. A prolonged high-intensity chase drains him far more than it drains Yamcha!"

"Well done, Young Master Yamcha!"

Bados narrowed her eyes into slits.

"My, my. It looks like this tactic is a perfect counter to Lord Champa. At this rate, Mr. Yamcha might become the first contestant to defeat a God of Destruction."

Her voice was not loud, but it carried clearly to the nearby fighters, and their expressions shifted at once.

That gave them an idea.

If they ended up facing Champa later, they could use the same approach.

A good tactic.

Stolen.

Levos turned his head and immediately saw the foxlike, sly smile on Bados's face.

Poor Champa. His own angel was constantly setting him up.

On the battlefield, the chase had already gone on for five full minutes.

Sweat had started to form on Champa's forehead.

Even his breathing had grown heavier.

"Huff... huff... you little punk!"

He stopped, bracing both hands on his knees and sucking in air.

Yamcha, by contrast, had also spent a great deal of energy, but he was clearly in better shape than Champa.

"What's wrong, Lord God of Destruction?" Yamcha stopped in the distance and grinned. "Already out of steam?"

"You... want... to... die..."

Champa's face darkened to the color of liver.

He was a God of Destruction, yet he had been toyed with by a mortal and run ragged until he was panting like this.

It was the greatest humiliation of his life.

"I'm angry now..."

Champa straightened up, his eyes turning extremely dangerous.

"I was still holding back because killing is forbidden, but now I don't care. I'm going to blast you into dust!"

Boom!

Champa stopped holding back. A vast tide of destructive divine power erupted from him without restraint!

This time he did not form one giant energy sphere. Instead, he transformed his divine power into thousands upon thousands of fist-sized purple bullets.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The next instant, those projectiles turned into a rain of purple meteors, covering every corner of the battlefield!

An indiscriminate barrage attack!

Yamcha's expression changed instantly.

There was no room to dodge this kind of attack!

He crossed his arms in front of his chest, divine power surging madly outward to form a red energy shield.

Boom boom boom boom boom!

Explosions rang out without pause, like the end of the world had arrived.

The entire arena was swallowed by purple destructive light.

Yamcha's shield filled with cracks in the first second and shattered in the second.

The remaining projectiles all struck his body directly.

"Urghhhh!"

After one scream, everything fell silent.

At the center of the battlefield, a bottomless crater had appeared.

Yamcha lay at the bottom, his whole body charred black, thin streams of smoke rising from him. He had completely lost consciousness.

He had lost, but in his own way, he had developed a strategy for everyone else to defeat Champa...

Back in the stands, Champa turned toward Levos with a smug grin.

"Well? See how smart I am? Your whole group worked out that tactic together, and I broke it instantly!"

"You really wanted to kill Yamcha just now?" Levos asked flatly.

"Tch! I know exactly how much force to use. Besides, if you hadn't suddenly raised his level, this fight wouldn't have forced me to hit that hard in the first place."

Champa sounded displeased. In his eyes, he was already half a companion of Earth, and yet these people had still treated him like an enemy and toyed with him.

Even now, he was still breathing a little hard.

Bados watched from the side and, for once, gave him praise.

"Lord Champa, if you keep training at this intensity, your power will soon rank among the top three Gods of Destruction."

"Top three? How is that possible?" Champa wiped his sweat and clearly did not believe it.

"It's true. The other Gods of Destruction do not have divine power as abundant as yours. And with this level of stamina training, it will not be long before your strength returns to its peak."

"Divine power more abundant?" Champa froze, then suddenly understood why. "Levos, just how much of their power did you drain?"

"Only... every last drop, I guess," Levos answered honestly.

Right now, the nine Gods of Destruction were relying mostly on physical ability and hand-to-hand combat.

Their divine power recovered slowly. Once used, it was gone. They could only struggle bitterly at what amounted to the level of mortal combat.

At the same time, in another arena, the battle had already entered its hottest phase.

Trunks versus the Crown Prince.

"Haahhhh!"

A red divine aura surged into the sky around Trunks.

After being strengthened by Levos, he was already fully proficient in the power of Super Saiyan God.

Yet across from him, the Crown Prince only stood there in silence, his face blank.

"So that's all?" the Crown Prince said coldly. "Too weak. Weak enough that I can't even get interested."

As soon as the words fell, his figure vanished instantly.

Trunks' pupils shrank, but he did not have time to react.

Bang!

A heavy punch landed squarely in his abdomen.

Trunks' body folded like a shrimp. Sour bile sprayed from his mouth as he shot backward like a cannonball, slamming hard into the arena barrier.

"Cough... cough..."

He slid down to the ground, feeling as though all five of his internal organs had shifted out of place.

"How... is this possible..."

"Your power..."

The Crown Prince slowly walked up to him and looked down from above.

"Your eyes are good. They're full of unwillingness."

"But unwillingness alone can't bridge the gulf between us."

Boom!

An aura far more violent, far more primal than Trunks' erupted from the Crown Prince's body.

Silver-gray hair.

Crimson pupils.

Beast Form!

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