mc-med Chapter 507: 30,000 Power Level? Snapped in Half with One Club
Chapter 507: 30,000 Power Level? Snapped in Half with One Club
Ginyu glanced at the three Dragon Balls on the ground. He turned his head, his gaze sweeping over his four squad members.
"Who wants to take out this native? Make it quick. And don’t dirty the Dragon Balls."
The tallest among them, the orange-haired Recoome, stepped forward. He twisted his thick neck, the bones grinding together with an ear-piercing Crack. He wore a cruel smile, the kind of grin that treated murder like a game.
"Captain, leave this big guy to me," Recoome cracked his knuckles. "I’ve been cooped up in that spaceship for so long my bones are rusting. My Recoome Mach Punch is thirsty."
Ginyu nodded. He warned Recoome once more to control his strength and ensure the Dragon Balls weren’t caught in the crossfire. Beside them, Jeice and Burter actually began taking bets on exactly how many seconds it would take for Recoome to twist the native’s head off.
The shortest member, Guldo, stood off to the side, letting out sharp, grating titters. To these cosmic elites, this was nothing more than a one-sided slaughter. A battle power of thirty thousand might make someone an overlord on a backwater planet, but in front of Recoome—whose power level exceeded forty thousand—he was just a slightly more durable meat target.
Recoome turned around to face the seven-meter-tall Kaido. He felt absolutely no pressure regarding the massive size difference. Having fought across the universe for so many years, he knew all too well that being bigger usually just meant being a larger target.
Recoome took a deep breath. His muscles began to engorge and expand. His already towering physique shot up another notch, stretching his black Battle Armor taut until it groaned under the strain.
An incredibly formidable burst of ’ki’ erupted from his body. The surrounding rubble was blown outward by the violent shockwave.
"Hey, horned native! Dying to the great Recoome’s Mach Punch is the greatest honor you’ll ever have in this lifetime!"
Recoome struck a bizarre fighting stance, then pushed off hard with both legs. The green rock of Namek beneath his feet caved into a massive crater. He launched forward like a runaway heavy tank, his speed so intense it left a white vapor trail in the air. His heavy footsteps slammed into the ground, causing the entire ruin to tremble violently.
He concentrated all his power into his right fist. If this punch landed solidly, it would smash clean through the armor of the newest model of spaceship.
Carrying a gale that threatened to destroy everything in its path, Recoome’s fist drove straight for Kaido’s face. The wind pressure alone blew Kaido’s loose black hair straight back.
Kaido stood his ground, not even batting an eye or bothering to lower the Hassaikai from his shoulder.
In the split second before Recoome’s mountain-shattering fist touched his nose, Kaido’s left hand moved. There was no flashy dodging. It was simply a casual reach forward. His broad, rough palm opened and steadily caught the devastatingly heavy strike.
Thud! A dull, heavy impact exploded between them. A violent current of air blasted outward from the center of their clash, shearing a thick layer of topsoil off the surrounding ground.
Yet, Kaido’s body didn’t sway a single millimeter. Not even a single crack appeared in the ground beneath his feet. All the kinetic force was completely neutralized the moment it touched his palm, vanishing like mud sinking into the ocean.
The cruel sneer completely froze on Recoome’s face. His eyes bulged as he stared at his trapped right fist, his mind going completely blank. It didn’t feel like he had punched a living creature. It felt like he had punched an immovable, high-density planet.
No matter how hard he gritted his teeth and pushed his ’ki’, no matter how much he strained every muscle in his body, the fist caught by Kaido simply could not advance another millimeter.
Kaido’s five fingers were like the hardest alloy in the universe, clamping down on his knuckles like a vice. An agonizing, bone-crushing pressure began to radiate up Recoome’s arm.
How was this possible?! Cold sweat beaded on Recoome’s forehead. He was the physically strongest warrior in the Ginyu Force! Even Captain Ginyu wouldn’t dare catch his full-power strike barehanded like this. Just what kind of monster was this native with a mere thirty-thousand battle power?
"Is this all the strength you have?" Kaido lowered his head, staring down at the orange-haired alien. His gruff voice was laced with undisguised disappointment and contempt. "I thought you clowns who talk about art all day might actually have some real skill. Turns out you’re just a piece of trash that isn’t even fit to be my warm-up."
Kaido snorted coldly. An incredibly violent, black aura erupted from his body. Black and red lightning danced wildly across his bronzed skin. This power surged down his arm and directly into the Hassaikai resting on his shoulder.
Wrapped in Conqueror’s Haki, the sharp iron spikes on the club emitted a chilling, spectral glow. The surrounding space was torn and slightly distorted by this high-dimensional power, the air crackling with explosive Pops.
Recoome finally felt fear. It was a fatal threat born from his most primal biological instincts. He desperately tried to rip his fist out of Kaido’s grip, but Kaido’s palm felt as though it had been welded to his wrist. He couldn’t break free.
"L-Let me go!" Recoome’s proud confidence in his physical strength completely shattered. His voice even carried a hint of a tremble.
Kaido paid no mind to his struggles. Kaido released his left hand. Before Recoome could even back away, Kaido’s right arm flexed violently. He swung the club, wreathed in black-red lightning.
There was no complex technique. It was just an incredibly simple, brutally straightforward horizontal swing.
The Hassaikai tore through the air with a terrifying howl, tracing a black-red arc of death before solidly slamming into Recoome’s thick waist.
Crack! A sickening, bone-shattering crunch exploded over the ruins like a thunderclap. Recoome didn’t even have time to scream. His incredibly resilient body—forged through thousands of battles and supposedly tough enough to tank heavy energy cannons—was like a flimsy sheet of paper before the top-tier Conqueror’s Haki-infused Hassaikai. It didn’t offer half a second of resistance.
His massive body was brutally snapped in half by the absurdly monstrous force.
Propelled by the terrifying impact, Recoome’s upper half flew out like a cannonball, spinning wildly through the air for hundreds of meters before heavily smashing into a distant rocky hill. The impact pulverized the solid green stone, sending a massive plume of dust and debris rocketing into the sky.
Meanwhile, his lower half remained in that lunging, wide-stanced pose. It stood perfectly upright in front of Kaido. Purple blood sprayed frantically from the flat, severed stump like a geyser, dyeing the sickly green earth a shocking, dark violet.
The wind swept across the desolate ruins of Namek, carrying a heavy stench of blood.
A deathly silence fell over the entire battlefield. Even the half-dead Vegeta, lying in the distant crater, forgot to breathe in his extreme shock. The one eye he had open was filled with absolute disbelief.
Recoome—the monster who had toyed with him like a monkey and brought him such deep despair—had just been snapped in two with a single club swing by this horned native. This pure, absolute violence completely overturned Vegeta’s entire understanding of combat.
A few dozen meters away, the remaining four members of the Ginyu Force—Ginyu, Jeice, Burter, and Guldo—stood completely frozen. One second ago, they were debating how many seconds it would take for Recoome to end the fight. The next second, the physically strongest member of their team had been reduced to a mutilated corpse.
It had all happened so fast. Too fast for them to even react and offer support.
Ginyu looked down at the scouter on his left eye. The red numbers still hovered at thirty thousand. He tapped the lens hard, thinking the machine had malfunctioned, but the numbers didn’t change.
How could a native with a battle power of thirty thousand instantly obliterate Recoome, who possessed over forty thousand?
Jeice swallowed hard. His red face actually looked somewhat pale. He took a half-step back, his voice dry as he spoke. "C-Captain... Recoome... he’s dead."
Kaido hoisted the Hassaikai, now dripping with purple blood, back onto his shoulder. He cracked his neck, issuing a sharp Pop. His vicious gaze swept over the four dumbstruck aliens.
"Who’s next? Or will you all come at once?"
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