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"I'm here to play with you."
Golden flames suddenly exploded at the edge of the arena, and Lin Ye's figure shot into the air, trailing a long tail of light. The silver vortex in his palm spun faster and faster, and the energy of the Time-Space Collapse Fist caused the surrounding air to distort. The Saiyan emblem left by Gabe was burning hot on his chest, and the runes climbed up his neck along his veins.
"Oh?" Jiren raised an eyebrow, adopting a defensive stance for the first time. "Finally getting serious?"
The moment fists collided with palms, the entire arena seemed to be silenced. Immediately afterward, a devastating shockwave erupted from the point of contact, black and gold energy swirling into a vortex that sent three fighters attempting a sneak attack flying. Two of them had their combat suits torn apart by the energy turbulence before they even hit the ground, screaming as they crashed off the stage.
"The contestant from Universe 6 is eliminated! The contestant from Universe 3 is eliminated!" The Grand Priest's voice was calm and even.
Lin Ye's arm trembled slightly, a sharp, stabbing pain shooting through his bones. The system screen flashed alarms frantically: [Jilan's energy core has gone berserk, current power level reached 80% of God of Destruction level. Immediate evacuation recommended!]
"Evacuate?" He suddenly laughed, gritting his teeth and channeling more energy into his fist. "System, overload the 'Angel Training Program,' directing all energy to your right arm!"
[WARNING! This procedure will cause permanent nerve damage. Do you wish to proceed?]
"implement!"
A silver light suddenly exploded in Lin Ye's eyes, and the previously chaotic golden flames instantly became as smooth as flowing water. His body seemed to break free from the shackles of his mind. Just as Jiren's fist was about to hit, his toes touched the ground at an incredible angle, forcefully shifting half an inch. This was the prototype of the Ultra Instinct taught by Whis.
“That is…” Beerus suddenly sat up straight on his throne, his tail taut like a steel needle, “This kid actually broke through in battle!”
Goku jumped high in the preparation area, almost knocking over the energy table behind him: "Awesome! Lin Ye has finally mastered Ultra Instinct! That move just now was exactly the same as what Whis taught him!"
Jiren's fist grazed Lin Ye's waist, the shockwave tearing through his combat suit. Watching Lin Ye's fluid, effortless dodge, surprise flashed in his grey eyes for the first time: "This level... you actually managed to comprehend it at a time like this?"
“It’s not enlightenment, it’s a memory.” Lin Ye’s silver hair danced wildly in the wind, and the energy of the Free and Ultimate made his skin glow like pearls. “Someone once taught me that fighting is not about using your brain, but about using your heart.”
His figure suddenly split into dozens of afterimages on the arena, each carrying real energy fluctuations. Jiren's fist shattered three afterimages in succession, only to find that Lin Ye had already circled behind him, his silver fist aimed directly at his back.
"Interesting." Jiren blocked with a backhand, his arm muscles bulging instantly. "This level is what makes me go all out!"
The black flames suddenly surged, their surface adorned with spiderweb-like golden patterns. Lin Ye's system frantically alarmed: [Energy reaction exceeding the level of a God of Destruction detected! Energy readings are skyrocketing exponentially!]
"Boom..."
Their fists collided again, and the energy barrier of the entire arena rippled violently like water. Piccolo quickly covered his face with his arms; he could feel the shockwave carrying a force powerful enough to tear a planet apart, and the alloy floor at the edge of the ring shattered layer by layer like biscuits.
"Madmen..." Frieza hovered in mid-air, his golden aura trembling slightly. "Are these two trying to blow up the entire arena?"
Lin Ye's arm had lost all feeling; the exertion of the Freedom Ultimate Technique was more intense than he had imagined, and he could hear faint cracking sounds coming from within his cells. He looked at the increasingly bright golden lines on Jiren's arm and suddenly recalled the look in Gabe's eyes when he was blasted away.
"The oath of the Saiya Alliance... is not just empty words." Lin Ye gritted his teeth, tasting the blood on his tongue.
[System notification: Host emotional resonance detected, Saiyan Alliance Rune energy activated!]
The green badge on his chest suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light, and green and gold energy flowed through his veins throughout his body. Red patterns ignited in Lin Ye's silver hair, and a layer of red-gold flames enveloped the silver aura of Ultra Instinct—a perfect fusion of the power of Super Saiyan God and Ultra Instinct.
“This is…” The High Priest’s fingers tightened slightly as he gripped the scepter, “a form never seen before in any universe.”
"What is that?" Champa clung to the edge of the throne, his round face filled with disbelief. "The green-haired guy couldn't do it, but this kid did?"
Jiren felt an overwhelming sense of oppression and took a half step back for the first time: "This power... can actually control both God and Ultra Instinct at the same time?"
"It's not about controlling, it's about believing." Lin Ye's voice echoed, and the crimson-gold flames behind him transformed into a gigantic phantom, resembling both a burning phoenix and a roaring dragon. "Believe in your comrades, believe in yourself—that is the power of a Saiyan!"
His figure vanished instantly, reappearing above Jiren's head. His crimson-gold fist, accompanied by a vortex of distorted spacetime, slammed towards the gray warrior's skull.
Jiren crossed his arms above his head, and the golden patterns within the black aura lit up: "Absolute justice will not be shaken by such power!"
Two bursts of energy exploded in the center of the arena, the blinding light causing everyone to instinctively close their eyes. The Omni-King's guards quickly shielded the two Omni-Kings with energy shields, while the Gods of Destruction in the stands simultaneously released defensive energy barriers.
"Cough cough..."
When the light faded, most of the arena had collapsed. Lin Ye knelt on one knee in the ruins, his red-gold flames flickering like a candle in the wind, his right arm twisted unnaturally.
Jiren stood opposite him, his black battle suit riddled with spiderweb-like cracks, a trace of blood never before seen at the corner of his mouth. His gray eyes were fixed on Lin Ye, churning with shock, anger, and a barely perceptible hint of admiration.
“You won.” Jiren’s voice was a little hoarse as he looked down at his trembling hands. “Your bonds are stronger than my justice.”
Just as Lin Ye was about to push himself up, he suddenly felt a chilling killing intent coming from behind. He turned around abruptly and saw Frieza's golden energy wave darting towards him like a venomous snake, targeting not only him but also Jiren, who had not yet regained his footing.
"Fools, victory belongs to me!" The cosmic emperor's laughter was filled with madness. "Your mutual destruction will pave the way for me!"
At the critical moment, Lin Ye used all his strength to lunge at Ji Lian, knocking him out of the energy wave's attack range. Red and gold flames exploded behind him, and the intense pain made his vision go black.
"What are you doing?" Jiren helped him up, her voice filled with disbelief.
“Because…” Lin Ye coughed up blood, his vision blurring, “you are a worthy opponent.”
Just then, Jiren suddenly raised his hand, and a black energy wave, like a cannonball, struck Frieza's golden energy with lightning speed. Two loud explosions rang out almost simultaneously, and Frieza was forced back several steps, his golden aura dimming slightly.
"You!" Frieza was both shocked and furious. "Jiren, are you insane? We'll take him down together, and the rest are nothing to fear!"
Jiren ignored him and simply helped Lin Ye to a relatively flat surface: "Your Seventh Universe does indeed have something worth protecting."
"Jiren from Universe 11... No, wait!" The Grand Priest's voice suddenly rang out, his scepter pointing at Frieza, "Frieza has been detected attacking a contestant who has already lost the ability to fight, violating the tournament rules, and is eliminated!"
"What?!" Frieza's eyes widened in disbelief. "This is impossible! I clearly..."
A golden beam of cleansing descended from the sky, abruptly silencing the roar of the cosmic emperor.
Only Lin Ye, Piccolo, and Hit remained on the stage. The assassin from Universe 6 glanced at Lin Ye, who was kneeling on one knee, then at Piccolo in the distance, and suddenly turned and walked off the stage: "I concede."
The Grand Priest's voice resounded throughout the twelve universes: "The Tournament of Power is over! Universe 7 has won!"
"Great!" Zeno clapped his hands and cheered, two dimples appearing on his chubby face. "We can summon the Super Shenron now!"
A golden dragon emerged from the dimensional rift, its massive body casting a shadow over the entire arena. Its red eyes swept over the surviving contestants, finally settling on Lin Ye: "Speak your wish, and it will come true, no matter what it is."
Lin Ye helped Bick up by the shoulder, and the system screen automatically popped up three options: [Resurrect the vanished universe/Gain eternal life/Return to the original world].
His gaze swept across the preparation area. Goku and Vegeta were high-fiving, Bulma was holding Trunks and crying, and Beerus rarely showed a gentle expression. These faces flashed through his mind, finally settling deep in his memory: his parents smiling as they served food in the living room, sunlight streaming through the window onto the gray in their hair.
"I wish," Lin Ye's voice trembled slightly, yet remained exceptionally clear, "that my parents, who had passed away in my original world, may be resurrected and come to this world."
The Super Dragon's eyes glowed red, and its enormous voice boomed like thunder: "Your wish will be fulfilled in three days."
The golden light faded, and the dragon's figure vanished into the dimensional rift. Lin Ye suddenly felt a violent dizziness, and the scene before his eyes began to spin.
[Urgent System Alert: A conflict with the laws of spacetime has been detected! Humans from the original world are unable to adapt to the energy laws of the Dragon Ball world; a forced transfer may cause a collapse of the genetic chain!]
"What?" Lin Ye held his forehead, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.
He gazed at the golden patterns on the palace dome, his initial joy of victory suddenly extinguished like ice water. Would their reunion three days later bring the long-awaited happiness, or would it push his loved ones into another period of suffering? This thought pierced his heart like a poisonous thorn.
Bick noticed something was wrong with him and came over to support his arm: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Lin Ye shook his head; the Saiyan badge in his palm was still burning hot. He suddenly remembered the thumbs-up that Gabe had given when he was carried off the field, the bloodstain on Jiren's lips, and Frieza's unwilling roar.
This battle, spanning twelve universes, is far from over.
Chapter 342: A Relative's Strange World
Chapter 342: A Family Member's Strange World.
Inside the Capsule Corporation's laboratory, the golden light of the teleportation had not yet completely dissipated. Lin Ye's parents were wearing familiar cotton pajamas; a few loose threads clung to the white hair at her mother's temples, which she had accidentally snagged while mending the previous night; the digital watch on her father's wrist was still ticking, stuck at the time they left their original world—8:17 PM.
"Xiaoye?" Her mother's voice trembled like leaves in the wind. She cautiously reached out her hand, her fingertips barely touching the passing holographic data stream before she recoiled in fright at the cold blue light. "Where...where is this? Weren't we at the hospital with you for chemotherapy? Your illness..."
"Mom!" Lin Ye rushed over and hugged them tightly, tears instantly blurring his vision. He could smell the familiar scent of soap on his mother, and feel the old scars on his father's back from years of bending over at work. These real sensations made his throat tighten. "I'm okay, really okay, look..."
He wanted to show his unharmed body, but his father pushed him away violently.
"Tell me the truth!" The father's roar shook the levitation equipment in the lab. He pointed to the streamlined aircraft whizzing past the window, its silver-gray fuselage gleaming metallically in the sunlight. "What are those things?! Have you been tricked by someone? Is this some kind of cult trick?"
"Dad, it's not what you think—"
The laboratory's alloy door was suddenly kicked open, and Goku rushed in carrying Gohan. His orange martial arts uniform was still covered in bits of grass from training. "Lin Ye! Are your parents here? I heard from Bulma that you were coming back, so I brought some freshly picked Senzu Beans. Eat these, and they'll cure any minor ailment—"
Before he could finish speaking, his furry tail swept across the ground, creating a gust of wind. Lin Ye's mother suddenly let out a short scream, instinctively pulling her husband behind her: "Monster! You... how did you grow a tail?"
Goku's smile froze instantly. He scratched his head, somewhat flustered, and tucked his tail into his martial arts uniform: "Auntie, I'm not a monster, I'm a Saiyan..."
"A Saiyan?" The father frowned, took out his reading glasses, put them on, and carefully examined Goku's pointed ears beneath his blond hair. "I think he's just a conman with dyed hair! Xiaoye, how dare you bring such a weirdo home? Pack your things and come with me!"
“Uncle and Aunt, he really is my friend.” Lin Ye hurriedly stepped in between them, his golden aura rising uncontrollably, but he forcibly suppressed it. “This world is different from our original world. There are many… special people.”
The laboratory door slid open again, and Vegeta walked in with his arms crossed. His dark blue battle suit still bore traces of energy from training, and his aura hadn't completely subsided, carrying a faint smell of sulfur: "Kakarot, what are you making a racket here for again?"
His gaze swept over Lin Ye's parents, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "These are the relatives you went to so much trouble to resurrect? They look no different from cosmic trash, their aura is so weak it's undetectable."
"Who are you calling trash?!" The father's temper exploded instantly. He took a step forward, pointed at Vegeta's nose, and his pajama sleeves slid down to reveal his rough wrists from years of housework. "Xiaoye, you know this kind of madman who's always on fire? Come with me right now, I'm taking you back to the hospital!"
Lin Ye felt a wave of dizziness and weakness. The system screen flickered in front of him: [Family conflict detected. Host's emotions fluctuated violently, and combat stability decreased by 17%].
"Uncle and Aunt, don't be nervous." Bulma walked in carrying three cups of hot tea. Her bright pink miniskirt accentuated her long, slender legs, and her long, purple-streaked hair swayed with her steps. "I'm Bulma, Lin Ye's friend. This is my lab; it's very safe—"
"What are you dressed like!" Her mother suddenly raised her voice, her gaze sweeping over Bulma's short skirt like a scanner. "A girl should be dignified! And your hair, dyed like a palette of colors, how will you ever get married?"
Bulma's smile froze. She put down her teacup, turned around, and walked out, her high heels making a heavy sound on the floor. "Sorry to bother you. You two can continue your conversation."
A suffocating silence filled the lab. The father pulled out his old smartphone and frantically pressed buttons, but the screen remained displaying "No Service." He gripped the phone tightly, his knuckles white: "What kind of backwater is this? There's no signal! I'm calling the police! This is absolutely illegal detention!"
Just as Lin Ye was about to explain the communication principles of the Dragon Ball world, the system on his wrist suddenly emitted a piercing alarm: [Emergency mission triggered: Earth has been attacked by Frieza's remnants, and large-scale casualties have occurred in West City. Threat level A+].
He suddenly looked out the window. The once azure sky was now completely obscured by dozens of diamond-shaped spaceships. The red light from the energy cannons was like the forked tongue of a viper, and each flash was accompanied by the collapse of buildings on the ground.
"Xiao Ye, come with me!" His father grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the door, his knuckles digging into Lin Ye's skin. "These people are definitely here to arrest you! I knew something was wrong here!"
"Dad, I can't leave." Lin Ye broke free from his hand, golden flames slowly rising around him, his hair standing on end. "Those are aliens. They're going to destroy this city. I have to stop them."
"Are you crazy?!" Tears welled up in her mother's eyes instantly. She rushed forward and hugged Lin Ye's arm, her nails almost digging into his flesh. "You're just an ordinary college student, you've never even been in a fight, what kind of hero are you trying to be! Let's hide, please..."
"Auntie, Lin Ye is amazing!" Wukong suddenly smashed through the window and jumped out, golden flames tearing through the air. "Lin Ye, I'll go hold them off first, hurry up and come over!"
Before the words were even finished, an energy cannon from a spaceship had already blasted towards the floor where the laboratory was located. A huge hole was instantly blasted in the alloy wall, and the scorching blast wave knocked away the instruments on the table. Lin Ye's father collapsed to the ground in terror, while his mother clung tightly to his waist, crying out, "Xiao Ye, let's go home, okay? Let's go back to our own home..."
Looking at his parents' fear-filled faces, Lin Ye suddenly remembered the system's warning from three days ago. He crouched down, took a small Dragon Ball radar from his pocket, and placed it in his father's hand. The cool metal casing still held his body heat: "This will find our way home. Press the red button to locate us. I'll come find you as soon as I've dealt with things here."
As the golden figure soared into the sky, he heard his mother's cries mixed with his father's angry curses coming from behind him. On the system interface, the green progress bar representing familial bonds was visibly plummeting from 80% to 30%.
In the ruins of West City, a silver-white figure stood on a broken billboard, sneering. Gula licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking at the charred corpses of civilians beneath his feet, his tone full of disdain: "That piece of trash Frieza couldn't even handle the natives of this low-level planet. He's a disgrace to the Frozen Demon race."
"Get your dirty feet off me!"
Golden flames crashed down like a meteor, and Lin Ye's fist, still burning with rage, slammed solidly into Gula's cheek. The shockwave made the surrounding ruins tremble, and rubble rained down.
Cooler was knocked to the side, but his silvery-white skin was completely unmarked. He slowly turned back, his red pupils burning with a savage flame: "Another Saiyan coming to his death? It seems your race's intelligence is as low as its strength."
His tail suddenly lashed out like a steel whip, whistling as it tore through the air. Lin Ye hurriedly dodged to the side, the tail grazing his waist and forcefully snapping the reinforced concrete pillar behind him in two.
"Interesting." Cooler cracked his neck, and his silvery-white aura suddenly surged. "I'll show you power ten times stronger than Frieza's!"
Silver and golden flames collided in the ruins, causing the entire Western Capital to tremble. Lin Ye's fist, imbued with the power of the Space-Time Collapse Fist, rippled through space with each swing, yet it was repelled the moment it touched Gula's skin, leaving Lin Ye's own hand numb from the shock.
"It's useless." Gura's tail struck again, sending Lin Ye flying. "My metal form can reflect all energy attacks. No matter how many times you hit me, it's the same number of hits you take."