Chapter 90: Fierce Battle, Absolute Strength Lies Within Myself
Jiren touched his slightly numb cheek, and a faint, excited smile appeared on his lips. "You're strong..."
But how could a fight end with an easy surrender?
He wanted to become the strongest, to earn his master's recognition!
"Haaahhhhh!"
With a roar, Jiren erupted in a dazzling blood-red aura that surged and intensified.
As his aura grew, so did his power.
"What a terrifying energy!" Quitela's expression froze briefly, but he quickly sneered. "Hmph, nothing too impressive."
"Urgh..." Jiren, who had flown back again, was struck by another punch from Lin Qi. He hastily performed a backflip to distance himself.
"What now? Have you given up? This one-sided domination couldn't be clearer... hahaha..." Quitela laughed heartily, placing his hands on his hips, utterly smug.
"You must be joking!" Watching Lin Qi overwhelm Jiren, Toppo's expression was one of disbelief.
"Truly impressive..." Even Marcarita was taken aback. She glanced at Cognac and asked, "Is this man from your universe?"
"Yes... sort of. After all, it was Lord Quitela who tricked him into coming!" Cognac responded with a warm smile, his gaze fixed on the fight between Lin Qi and Jiren.
"If this is all you've got, I suggest you surrender early!"
Lin Qi's tone grew colder as he effortlessly evaded Jiren's increasingly aggressive attacks.
"In that case, let's end this sparring match..."
Glancing at Jiren, who gritted his teeth and stubbornly continued swinging his fists, Lin Qi also noticed Quitela's ecstatic urging.
"Lin Qi... finish him off, quickly! Finish him off!!!"
Quitela was beside himself with excitement, grabbing the silent Supreme Kai, Kuru, and shaking him so vigorously that Kuru almost fainted from dizziness.
"Right now, you are no match for me," Lin Qi said, catching Jiren's incoming fist with a serious expression.
"When it comes to power, I only acknowledge myself!"
"Haaah!"
With a powerful shout, Lin Qi unleashed an explosive surge of strength. A single punch sent shockwaves so intense that Jiren staggered backward even before the punch connected.
"...Just intimidation through sheer presence? Impressive indeed..." Belmod commented as he watched Jiren fall into an endless abyss, his voice slow and deliberate.
"Whoosh."
Marcarita quickly flew down to retrieve Jiren, who seemed deeply shaken.
"How... could this be!" Toppo's face became a chaotic palette of colors, shifting uncontrollably.
The opponent had merely unleashed his energy, yet it rendered the mighty Jiren incapable of fighting?
If Jiren were given a few more years, he might have been capable of surpassing the level of a God of Destruction...
But now... he still lost?!
"Hahaha... Belmod, my candidate is obviously stronger!" Seeing the fight end, Quitela grew even smugger.
"Seems you weren't kidding after all," Belmod muttered with furrowed brows, his gaze fixed on Lin Qi, who remained motionless.
Now, he could understand Quitela's overwhelming sense of satisfaction.
"So, you're here to challenge me?"
"Indeed," Lin Qi replied with a faint smile. "Well then, Lord Belmod, are you willing to accept my challenge?"
"Hmph, I hope your confidence lasts!" Belmod vanished and reappeared instantly before Lin Qi.
"Of course, that earlier fight wasn't even a warm-up!" Lin Qi shouted as he directly transformed into his Super Saiyan 5 form, effortlessly blocking Belmod's ferocious punch.
Belmod's punch was merely a test, and he swiftly retreated with a playful smile.
"Is this your true power now?"
"No, no..." Quitela released Kuru, wagging his index finger repeatedly.
"This is just the tip of Lin Qi's iceberg of strength. After all, he's someone who defeated Beerus!!"
"Lord Quitela, it's not good to keep lying like this!" Cognac, who was supporting Kuru, couldn't hold back his retort.
Lord Lin Qi and Lord Beerus had indeed fought, but it ended in a draw, right?
"Hmph, how am I lying? Lin Qi is clearly stronger!" Quitela glared at Cognac, looking displeased.
Cognac sighed helplessly and chose to go along, "Yes, yes, whatever you say!"
Toppo and Jiren remained silent, while even Marcarita stared curiously at the ongoing battle.
A faint purple aura now surrounded Belmod, and his sudden surge of energy caused Lin Qi to narrow his eyes slightly.
Though not on Beerus's level, Belmod was still not to be underestimated.
"Energy Cards!" Belmod raised his hand, with several glowing cards of concentrated energy slipping between his fingers.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Countless sharp cards shot toward Lin Qi, who dodged so quickly that only his afterimages remained.
"Hah..."
While dodging, Lin Qi returned the favor by launching a barrage of energy blasts, far outnumbering Belmod's cards.
Smoke and dust rose as the blasts hit, engulfing Belmod's figure.
The fierce battle truly began.
Two streaks of light repeatedly clashed and collided in the endless void.
Amidst the indistinct figures and explosions of energy blasts, faint sounds of fists and kicks striking echoed.
"In... incredible..." Toppo's eyes widened. So this was the level of a battle between Gods of Destruction?
Could there really be such a vast gap between candidates?
"Tsk..." Quitela spat disdainfully at the extravagant combat scene shrouded in smoke. "Belmod feels stronger than me..."
Cognac chuckled and replied, "Lord Quitela, be confident. Just remove the word 'feels'!"
"...Go to hell!" Quitela's forehead throbbed with veins, but he soon laughed heartily.
"But I have Lin Qi... He'll help me regain my pride and face!"
Cognac found himself speechless.
"Take this, my Invincible God of Destruction's Iron Fist!" Belmod, now enraged, swung his fierce fists at Lin Qi.
Lin Qi remained calm, crossing his arms to block Belmod's attacks. "A clown God of Destruction, huh? You still seem so smug."
"You make it impossible not to feel smug!" Belmod growled, his attacks growing even fiercer.
"You won't keep me smug for long?" Lin Qi remarked, launching another energy blast.
Belmod tilted his head to dodge, letting the blast fly into the void.
Quickly closing the gap, Belmod aimed to finish the fight in one decisive move.
Lin Qi stopped speaking and met Belmod's fists head-on, forcing him into greater desperation.
Was it possible for a proper God of Destruction to lose to a candidate?
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