Chapter 29

(Bonus Chapter for the 200 powerstones. Thanks For the Support. Also, MC isn't nerfed...)

"Kaio-ken… Times… 20!" Lianchen roared, his voice trembling under the strain of the immense power coursing through him. His muscles tensed, his veins bulging as his body endured the overwhelming force he unleashed.

The frozen world around him groaned under the pressure, its stability faltering for a moment before it began to fortify itself, growing stronger in an attempt to contain the sheer magnitude of Lianchen's newfound power. His aura burned brighter, the green and red layers swirling violently, threatening to consume everything in their path.

"Amazing… truly amazing," the disfigured man said, his scarred face lighting up with an unsettling grin. "You're an unrefined jade, a diamond in the rough. Your father isn't even worthy of having unleashed you from his balls." His words, though crude, carried a twisted sense of admiration as his bright eyes remained fixed on Lianchen.

"The Gate of Wonder… Open!" Lianchen roared, his voice booming as a brilliant blue aura burst forth, intertwining with the green energy already radiating from his body.

The blue aura wasn't energy in itself, it was the result of his sweat instantly evaporating under the sheer heat and strain of his exertion. This technique, borrowed from the world of Naruto, shattered the natural limits of his body. By opening the Gate, Lianchen removed every restriction on his power, unleashing more than 100% of his body's full potential.

The air crackled with intensity as his strength skyrocketed, his power increasing by a staggering 50 times on top of everything else. The overwhelming surge sent shockwaves rippling through the frozen world, forcing it to grow even more resilient to withstand the terrifying might Lianchen now wielded.

"You created all of this… wonderful," the disfigured man said, his voice laced with awe as he took in the chaotic destruction around them.

The small world trembled under Lianchen's power, its very fabric on the verge of collapse. If not for the frozen state locking reality in place, the world would have been destroyed countless times over. Yet, even this frozen safeguard was being pushed to its limits, the force sustaining it growing stronger by the second, just to keep up with Lianchen's ever-increasing power.

"I will win!" Lianchen roared, his voice shaking the very fabric of the frozen world. His power, now trillions of times greater than when the battle began, radiated an overwhelming force that seemed to bend reality itself.

Floating higher, Lianchen ascended into the sky, his towering form illuminated by his crackling aura. He came to rest at a point that seemed to mark the divide between heaven and earth, his presence a declaration of defiance against the heavens themselves.

The heavens rumbled, their vast expanse gathering with purpose as The Sword of Rupture began to take form. The blade shimmered with an otherworldly brilliance, its presence radiating both destruction and beauty.

The disfigured man froze mid-motion, his eyes locking onto the sword. For a moment, his expression softened, almost mesmerized, as if he had fallen in love with the weapon's overwhelming majesty.

"That's my third strongest attack… this is my second strongest," Lianchen growled through gritted teeth, his voice filled with both strain and determination.

Before the disfigured man's disbelieving eyes, a massive cannon began to materialize, its structure crackling with energy as it took aim directly at him. The man instinctively stepped back, his composure faltering as he felt the overwhelming presence of the weapon.

The cannon wasn't just drawing power from the heavens, it was stealing it. The heavens resisted, their divine energy pushing back with fury, yet Lianchen turned their struggle into fuel. With every moment, the cannon grew larger and more fearsome, reaching heights that seemed unmatched, as if it could obliterate not just a man, but the very concept of existence.

"As parting words, allow me to tell you the truth!" Lianchen declared, his voice echoing like thunder across the trembling battlefield.

The Sword of Rupture in his hands began to glow with an almost blinding radiance, spinning violently as it drew upon the might of Heaven and Earth. The air quaked, and the frozen world seemed to strain under the sheer power building within the blade. This was no ordinary strike, this was the sword's strongest attack, a culmination of its divine purpose.

"I speak of genesis. The elements amalgamate, coalesce, and bring forth the stars that weave all of creation. Return everything to the Origin! Enuma Elish!" Lianchen chanted, his voice resonating with the primordial force of creation itself.

Winds of unparalleled destruction erupted, tearing through reality with such ferocity that even the power of time was erased, leaving only the void in their wake. The world seemed to hold its breath as the heavens trembled under the weight of the incantation.

At the final word, Lianchen pointed the Sword of Rupture toward the disfigured man, its energy spiraling into a concentrated force of annihilation. At that exact moment, the cannon, now fully charged with stolen power from the heavens, unleashed its devastating blast, the two attacks converging with apocalyptic fury.

The disfigured man stood unmoving, his gaze fixed on the converging attacks. His expression was one of faint disappointment, as though witnessing something that failed to meet his expectations.

With a single, heavy sigh, a wave of unimaginable power rippled outward, severing Lianchen's connection to Heaven and Earth in an instant. The Sword of Rupture's might, which had promised to unravel creation itself, shattered under the weight of that sigh, its brilliance extinguished.

But the cannon? That was different. Its essence was unique, defying even the laws of existence. This wasn't just an attack, it was annihilation incarnate. It burned what should never burn, destroyed what should never be destroyed. If unleashed upon the immortal realm, it would reduce even that hallowed domain to nothing but ashes.

Anything that existed under the heavens, no matter how sacred or invulnerable, would be consumed by this ultimate attack.

Boom.

The cannon's devastating flames, capable of consuming all under the heavens, were suddenly sliced clean in half and extinguished as though they had never existed. The disfigured man lowered his handless arm, his movements unhurried, almost casual.

Lianchen stared in shock, his mind racing to comprehend what had just happened. The attack, his ultimate strike, had been erased effortlessly. The disfigured man met Lianchen's stunned gaze with a calm, almost indifferent expression as if this display of power was beneath him.

"You draw power from the heavens, but I stand as their equal," the disfigured man said, his voice calm yet heavy with authority. "You will never defeat me with stolen power, boy. The gap between us is insurmountable. You're a finite number, desperately trying to reach infinity. Grow a hundred times stronger each second, a billion times stronger, it doesn't matter. The difference between us is beyond comprehension."

Lianchen's eyes widened in shock, the disfigured man's words cutting deeper than any blade. For the first time, reason flickered back into his once pupilless eyes. The overwhelming truth behind those words sent a chill down his spine, and, instinctively, he took a step backward.

The disfigured man advanced, his movements unhurried but purposeful, his presence alone enough to force Lianchen to retreat. For the first time in his life, the young Saiyan knew fear.

"The moment this battle began, you had already lost," the disfigured man said, his voice as calm as the stillness before a storm. "Because deep down, you knew you had lost. You lied to yourself, convincing yourself of victory. But lying to yourself... how can you ever hope to tap into your full potential when your power is tied to your mental state? How can you defeat anyone if, in your heart, you've already admitted defeat?"

His steps were measured, unhurried, yet each one covered an impossible distance, closing the gap between them in an instant. Before Lianchen could fully grasp it, the disfigured man stood directly in front of him, his presence suffocating, his words cutting deeper than any blade.