allendalepharm Chapter 142 Vegeta's Complete Defeat
Chapter 142 Vegeta's Complete Defeat
In the vast and boundless depths of the universe, a spaceship silently sails. Inside, Sun Wukong is in a specially designed training cabin, surrounded by a gravity device set to 50 times the normal gravity, yet he is immersed in a state of complete absorption in his training. His movements are agile and nimble, his fists flying like a storm, each punch accompanied by a whooshing sound. His kicks are powerful and forceful, his attacks rapid and rhythmic, each move showcasing his superb martial arts skills and unwavering perseverance. He seems to have completely adapted to the oppressive feeling of 50 times the normal gravity.
However, just as he was unleashing a powerful set of punches, he suddenly lost his footing, his body instantly losing balance. He staggered forward a few steps and then fell to the ground with a thud. Lying on the ground, his chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath. Sweat poured down his forehead and cheeks like rain, soaking his training clothes and pooling on the floor to form a small puddle.
"I'm so tired..." Sun Wukong said weakly, his voice tired and hoarse. "I need to rest. I didn't expect to adapt to 50 times gravity so quickly. If I were to fight Vegeta again now, it shouldn't take too much effort, right?" He lay quietly on the floor, panting heavily. Vegeta's image involuntarily appeared in his mind, and his eyes revealed a hint of anticipation and confidence, as if he was already imagining the scene of fighting Vegeta again.
Then, his thoughts drifted to his companions on Earth, Tien Shinhan's face appearing in his mind. He thought to himself, "Tien Shinhan and the others should have already started training under King Kai's guidance." As he thought of this, King Kai's serious and concerned face, and his previous admonitions, echoed clearly in his ears: "Goku, after you reach Namek, you must quickly gather your companions and return to Earth. Do not provoke that guy, do not provoke his anger. This is not only for your own good, but also for the safety of Namek, Earth, and many other planets."
Wukong's gaze gradually hardened, and his sense of responsibility and mission grew stronger. He took a deep breath, braced himself with his hands, and with a swift, agile movement, stood up again. He clenched his fists and encouraged himself, "Now is not the time to rest. I must continue training and become stronger!" With that, he adjusted his state again and threw himself back into the intense and arduous training. His figure appeared even more resolute and tenacious in the environment of 50 times gravity, as if he were constantly climbing towards a higher peak.
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A ruthless glint flashed in Sabo's eyes. His hands swiftly gathered energy in front of his chest, and in an instant, a dazzling and deadly energy wave, accompanied by rolling heat, surged towards Vegeta like a raging torrent. Although Vegeta was already at his limit, his indomitable fighting spirit still burned like a raging fire in his eyes. Using all his remaining strength, he forced his exhausted body to move, and with a nimble flip, narrowly avoided the oncoming energy wave.
"Damn it! I will never give up so easily!" Vegeta roared to the sky, his furious cry seemingly piercing the clouds and shaking the surrounding air. However, Zarbon gave Vegeta no chance to catch his breath. His hands moved rapidly like windmills, and waves of energy roared out from his palms one after another, sweeping towards Vegeta like a tidal wave. The dense attack was like a net of death, completely sealing off all of Vegeta's escape routes.
Left with no other choice, Vegeta gritted his teeth, mustered his last ounce of strength, and leaped into the air, attempting to engage Zarbon in close combat and find a glimmer of hope. For a moment, the two exchanged blows in the air, their figures flashing and darting like ghosts. Vegeta unleashed all his energy without reservation; every punch was imbued with his thirst for victory and his tenacity for survival, every kick like a thunderbolt, trying to break through Zarbon's defenses. Zarbon, however, remained calm and composed. His movements were agile and graceful, as if performing an elegant dance of death, easily dodging Vegeta's every attack. His unhurried demeanor seemed to mock Vegeta's desperate struggle.
After several rounds, Vegeta knew he would inevitably lose if things continued this way. He seized an opportunity, quickly creating distance between himself and Zarbon, and once again gathered energy in his hands, unleashing a powerful energy wave towards Zarbon. Zarbon, seeing this, snorted coldly, a look of disdain on his face. He calmly raised his right hand and with a light flick, easily deflected Vegeta's energy wave, which was filled with anger and despair.
Sabo's lips curled into a sneer, his eyes gleaming with mockery and smugness. "Well, Vegeta, are you feeling the taste of fear now?" He paused, deliberately keeping everyone in suspense, before a more sinister expression appeared on his face. He said, enunciating each word clearly, "I'll tell you something even more chilling—Frieza, like me, possesses the ability to transform!" With that, he threw his head back and laughed loudly, "Hahahahahaha," the laughter echoing around them, filled with provocation and oppression.
Vegeta inwardly cursed. He no longer had the strength to launch another attack, so he turned to flee, trying to create distance between himself and Zarbon and find an opportunity to counterattack. However, Zarbon wouldn't let him succeed so easily. The instant Vegeta turned, Zarbon's figure flashed like lightning, swiftly turning and appearing behind Vegeta like a ghost. Before Vegeta could react, Zarbon had already stretched out his arms and tightly embraced him, then headfirst, like a falling meteor, he carried Vegeta rapidly towards the ground.
Just as Vegeta was about to crash into the ground, a cruel smile crept across Sabo's lips. He abruptly released his grip, letting Vegeta's body slam uncontrollably into the earth. With a deafening "BOOM!", Vegeta's body slammed into the depths of the ground like a bomb, creating a bottomless crater in the hard earth. The immense impact caused the surrounding ground to tremble violently, and the nearby seawater seemed to be drawn in by an invisible force, frantically pouring into the crater, filling it completely in the blink of an eye.
Sabo hovered in the air, silently watching the deep pit below submerged by seawater, a satisfied expression on his face. He returned to his original handsome appearance, lightly wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and coldly snorted, "Hmph, how annoying, to have turned me into such an ugly form." His eyes revealed a hint of disgust and disdain, as if he felt utterly disgusted by his transformation.
"Vegeta must have been dead by the time the seawater flooded in," Zarbo muttered to himself, his tone full of confidence and smugness.
“Alright, now it’s time to go back and report to King Frieza.” With that, Sabo glanced once more at the area below submerged by the sea, as if confirming Vegeta’s death, then turned into a streak of light and flew away into the distance, disappearing into the vast sky, leaving only the land ravaged by the battle, silently witnessing this thrilling life-or-death struggle.