Chapter 285, "Faith and Bonds: The Extraordinary Sublimation of Ultimate Freedom"
In the vast, fantastic and beautiful Dragon Ball Universe, the battlefield of the Tournament of Power is undoubtedly the focal point of the entire universe. The peak showdown between the Seventh Universe and the Eleventh Universe has reached a fever pitch. The tense atmosphere is like a materialized haze, heavily covering every inch of the arena, making everyone feel as if they are in the suffocating depression on the eve of a storm. Even the air seems to be frozen, and every breath carries an invisible heaviness, as if this depression will crush everything if you are not careful.
In the fierce battle before, Goku fought against Jiren like a fearless warrior with the powerful combination of Super Saiyan Blue and 20 times Kaio-ken, but he still fell behind. His body was covered with scars, just like a broken armor, and each wound was like the vicissitudes of life left by the years with a cruel knife, silently but shockingly telling the cruelty and hardship of the battle. Vegeta attacked with all his strength in deep blue form, like a blue meteor that cut through the dark night sky, with a resolute momentum of burning his boats, but failed to turn the tide of the battle. In desperation, he passed the energy of the Saiyan pride and fighting spirit to Goku like a bright meteor, and then left the stage sadly. His back was full of loneliness and unwillingness, as if he was silently protesting against fate. No. resolutely blew himself up, and the light that bloomed in an instant was like the last brilliant firework in the dark abyss, dazzling but short-lived, but this desperate attack still failed to defeat Jiren. At this moment, the fate of the Seventh Universe is like a candle in the wind, swaying and trembling in the gale, and is in danger, as if it will be ruthlessly swallowed by the endless darkness in the next second. The hearts of everyone who cares about it are as if being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and fear and worry are spreading in their hearts.
However, amid the deafening cheers of his companions, Wukong's thoughts ran wild like a wild horse. The teachings of his past masters flooded into his mind like a surging tide. Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting his soul hard and awakening the power deep in his heart.
Master Roshi's face, full of vicissitudes but full of endless wisdom, appeared clearly before his eyes like a phantom. He said earnestly: "Wukong, true strength does not rely solely on strength, but also requires balance and perseverance. When fighting, your heart must be like a calm lake, not disturbed by the outside world, so that you can see through your opponent's flaws." These words, like a beacon in the dark, let Wukong learn to be calm and focused in countless battles, and find a quiet harbor in his heart in the noisy battlefield. With this tranquility, he can accurately capture the fleeting opportunity for victory, just like a keen hunter catching the traces of prey.
Mr. Bobo's peaceful voice, like the gurgling of a spring in a valley, echoed in his ears: "Only tranquility can lead to far-reaching results, Wukong. In the pursuit of power, do not let impatience blind your eyes. Only by maintaining inner tranquility can you clearly perceive everything around you, including the subtle power fluctuations and the secret rhythm of battle." Wukong took these words to heart, and constantly honed his character during the long years of training and fighting. When facing a strong enemy, he was like a cool hunter, calmly analyzing the situation, making correct and decisive judgments, and finding a way out of the complex battle situation.
Then, the elegant and majestic image of Whis, like a god, emerged in his mind. Whis once taught him seriously: "Wukong, if you want to truly master powerful strength, you need to break the conventional thinking pattern. Abandon the habit of 'thinking before acting' and let each part of the body judge and act independently. Only in this way can you break through the shackles of speed and reach a new level." Wukong took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and tried to get rid of distracting thoughts. According to Whis's words, he tried his best to create a peaceful and peaceful state in the depths of his heart, allowing his body to sense the hidden mysterious power, as if he was exploring unknown treasures in the dark abyss. Every perception was full of expectation and tension.
Whis also warned: "Normal practice is crucial. Never use Ultra Instinct only for transformation. Strive to maintain this state on a daily basis, and save the transformed form for the ultimate move. This will not only reduce energy consumption, but also allow you to control this power more easily." Goku savored the words carefully, feeling the subtle flow of power in his body like a stream. In the current life-and-death battle, he tried to adjust his state and use Ultra Instinct in a more natural and lasting way, like a skilled dancer controlling agile dance steps, every movement contains power and rhythm.
Finally, Old Kai's mysterious and slightly humorous tone, with a unique rhythm, sounded in his ears: "Goku, listen to your inner voice, explore your own essence deeply, and find the way of practice that truly suits you. Everyone's source of power is unique. Only by finding it can you unleash your true potential on the road of martial arts." At the crucial moment of the fierce battle, Goku reflected deeply in his heart, trying to tap the source of power deep in his soul, just like looking for his own shining stars in the vast starry sky. Those stars may be the key to his victory over powerful enemies.
In this silence, he truly felt the fiery power conveyed by Vegeta, that was the Saiyans' never-give-up blood, like raging magma roaring in his blood vessels, as if it was going to break through all obstacles; he felt No. 17's firm belief in dying, that was the fearless courage to sacrifice everything to protect the universe, like a torch, igniting the burning fighting spirit in his heart and letting this fighting spirit spread like a prairie fire; he felt the unwavering trust of his partners, that was the powerful driving force that supported him to keep moving forward, like an indestructible backing, giving him endless strength, making him firmly believe that he was not fighting alone, but shouldering the expectations of everyone.
In an instant, the light around Wukong burst out like a volcanic eruption, and he successfully comprehended the ultimate freedom that surpassed the ultimate freedom sign. The originally soft light suddenly transformed into a dazzling silver light, just like a sacred sun rising in the arena. The dazzling light instantly illuminated every corner of the arena with an overwhelming force, as if to completely dispel all the darkness and haze, and let the light descend on this cruel battlefield. Every inch of darkness was exposed under the light. His aura became steady and powerful, perfectly blending with the natural world, making people feel a kind of harmony and power that resonates with the universe, as if he has become a part of the power of the universe, and every move affects the energy between heaven and earth. His hair turned into dazzling silver, and his aura turned into a colorful halo, slowly flowing around him like a dream, like a dream, dazzling, as if telling a power and glory beyond mortals, that is the glory of the strong, which makes people marvel and awe. At this moment, his temperament became more gentle and profound, just like the endless and deep starry sky in the universe, exuding an awe-inspiring mysterious atmosphere that made people fall in love with him and feel submissive, as if they were facing the master of the universe.
The arena was instantly silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on it like spotlights. For the first time, Jiren's eyes showed a solemn look, which was a mixture of surprise, vigilance and awe of the unknown challenge. It seemed that he had a premonition that Goku in front of him would bring him an unprecedented huge challenge, and a storm that could change the situation was ready to take place. Goku kicked the ground with both feet, and the ground instantly cracked like a spider web. The cracks spread wildly around like the claws of a ferocious beast, as if the earth could not bear this powerful force. His figure jumped high like a silver meteor, tearing the air, making a sharp and piercing whistle, and then landed steadily in the center of the ring. He raised his head and let out an earth-shaking roar. This roar was like the thunder that created the world, with a devastating momentum, as if it would break through the shackles of the universe, and convey his unswerving belief and strength to every corner of the universe without reservation, allowing every life to feel his unshakable determination and fearless courage, as if declaring his indomitable spirit and resistance to the entire universe. The sound echoed in the universe for a long time.
Wukong took the lead in launching the attack. His figure was like a silver lightning, rushing towards Jiren at lightning speed. At this moment, he had integrated the concepts taught by his masters into his actions. All parts of his body made independent judgments, and his actions were as smooth as flowing water, perfectly matching the rhythm of the battle, as if he himself was part of the battle. He skillfully displayed the inch power of Wing Chun. The seemingly light punch suddenly burst out with amazing power like a tidal wave when it approached Jiren, as if the power of the entire ocean was condensed here. The power seemed to distort the space, and the air made a sharp whine under the impact of the punch. Jiren hurriedly raised his hand to resist, but the strange inch power was like a maggot attached to his bones, and it attacked his arm rapidly, causing his arm to numb instantly. Countless small electric currents ran wildly in his arm, and a tingling feeling he had never experienced before penetrated his arm like a sharp arrow, making him frown slightly, secretly marveling at the sudden change in Wukong's power, and at the same time feeling unprecedented pressure.
Then, Wukong turned around and used the ghostly movement of Baguazhang, and the whole person quickly circled behind Jiren like a ghost. His steps were light and flexible, like a dancing butterfly, but with the agility of a cheetah, and every step seemed to contain endless agility and power. His hands were unpredictable like a butterfly flying through flowers, and he cleverly resolved Jiren's counterattack with a sophisticated method of unloading force, as if he was channeling Jiren's power into the invisible like flowing water, making his attack disappear without a trace, leaving only a slight fluctuation in the air. In the process, he used the twelve-way spring kick, and the power of his legs kicked Jiren's back as fiercely as a storm. Each kick was accompanied by a whistling sound, as if to kick the air into a twisted shape, making a sharp whistling sound. The whistling sound seemed to be a challenge and demonstration to Jiren, and it was also like the whisper of the god of death, which was terrifying. Jiren was keenly aware of the attack from behind and quickly rolled forward to avoid it, raising a cloud of dust. The dust filled the air, as if it was also trembling with fear at the fierce battle, witnessing the life-and-death contest between the two powerful men. Every grain of dust seemed to tell of the cruelty and ruthlessness of the battle.
Wukong took advantage of the victory and used the Feng family iron wire fist. His arms were as hard as steel. Each punch was accompanied by the whistling wind and contained unparalleled power. He attacked Jiren like a cannonball. Wherever the fist passed, the air was compressed into transparent ripples, spreading out from the fist tip, as if the space was slightly distorted by the force of the fist. Jiren did not dare to slack off. With his profound skills and rich combat experience, he struggled to resist Wukong's series of attacks like a storm. There was a hint of surprise in his eyes. He was obviously surprised by Wukong's varied and fierce attacks. He secretly marveled at Wukong's improvement in strength, and at the same time, he was more determined to defeat Wukong. There was an unyielding fire burning in his eyes, as if he wanted to burn all obstacles to ashes.
As the battle continued, Wukong's control over the Ultra Instinct became more and more perfect, and he perfectly integrated various exquisite martial arts techniques such as Muay Thai's sharp knee strikes and swift kicks with the Ultra Instinct. His attacks became more and more fierce and unpredictable, like a constantly changing kaleidoscope, which made people dazzled. Every attack was like a feast of vision and power, which amazed the audience and also worried about Jiren. Under such a powerful offensive, Jiren gradually became powerless. The scars on his body spread rapidly like a spider web, from his arms to his chest, and then to his back, like a ferocious centipede, and each scar told the fierceness of the battle. His steps staggered involuntarily, and each step seemed so heavy, as if he was dragging a heavy burden under his feet. Every time he landed, he left a shallow footprint on the ground, as if the earth was sighing for his difficulties. His breathing became rapid and heavy, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, slid down his cheeks, and dripped onto the ground, instantly evaporated by the high temperature, leaving a small piece of light water vapor in the air, as if it was a trace of his effort.